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Oh! say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light,

What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming?

Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,

O’er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?

And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air,

Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.

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’Tis the star-spangled banner, Oh! long may it wave

O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,

Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,

What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep

As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?

Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,

In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream.

Oh! thus be it e’er when freemen shall stand

Between their loved homes and war’s desolation;

Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the heaven rescued land

Praise the power that hath made and preserved us a nation,

Then, conquer we must, when our cause it is just,

And this be our motto, “In God is our trust.”