My country,'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing: Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims'pride, From every mountain-side Let the freedom ring.
My country, ’t is of thee,Sweet land of liberty,Of thee I sing:Land where my fathers died,Land of the pilgrims’ pride,From every mountain-sideLet freedom ring.Samuel Francis Smith
Our fathers’ God, to thee,Author of liberty,To thee I sing;Long may our land be brightWith freedom’s holy light;Protect us by thy might,Great God, our King!Samuel Francis Smith
If you cannot be great, be willing to serve God in that which is small. If you cannot do great things for Him, cheerfully do little ones. If you cannot be an Aaron to serve at the altar, or a Moses to guide the tribes, consent to be "a little maid" to Xaaman the Syrian, for the honor of God's prophets, or a little child, for Christ's sake, to be set by Him in the midst of the people, as an illustration of the sweetness of humility.Samuel Francis Smith
Poverty is no discrace to a man, but it is confoundedly inconvenient.Samuel Francis Smith