O can you see the dawn's proud stripes— bright rockets, bombs— proof that the land of the free dimly seen through mist where haughty repose, that towering steep, half conceals, half discloses glory reflected? O! long may it wave where havoc and battle leave us no more. Blood could save the slave from terror, the grave, the star-spangled banner in the home of the freemen between their home and Heav'n . Praise the Power, then conquer. It is just. Our motto: God shall wave O'er the free.
|Date created||30 Dec 2014|
|Date modified||26 Feb 2017|
|Journal||The Mildred Haun Review (Feb 2022)|