Words 
                                by Katharine Lee Bates, Melody by Samuel Ward 1893
                               
                                
                              
                                 
                                  | O 
                                      beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain,
 For purple mountain majesties
 Above the fruited plain!
 America! America!
 God shed his grace on thee
 And crown thy good with brotherhood
 From sea to shining sea!
 O 
                                      beautiful for pilgrim feet Whose stern impassioned stress
 A thoroughfare of freedom beat
 Across the wilderness!
 America! America!
 God mend thine every flaw,
 Confirm thy soul in self-control,
 Thy liberty in law!
 O 
                                      beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife.
 Who more than self their country loved
 And mercy more than life!
 America! America!
 May God thy gold refine
 Till all success be nobleness
 And every gain divine!
 O 
                                      beautiful for patriot dream That sees beyond the years
 Thine alabaster cities gleam
 Undimmed by human tears!
 America! America!
 God shed his grace on thee
 And crown thy good with brotherhood
 From sea to shining sea!
 O 
                                      beautiful for halcyon skies, For amber waves of grain,
 For purple mountain majesties
 Above the enameled plain!
 America! America!
 God shed his grace on thee
 Till souls wax fair as earth and air
 And music-hearted sea!
 O 
                                      beautiful for pilgrims feet, Whose stem impassioned stress
 A thoroughfare for freedom beat
 Across the wilderness!
 America! America!
 God shed his grace on thee
 Till paths be wrought through
 wilds of thought
 By pilgrim foot and knee!
 O 
                                      beautiful for glory-tale Of liberating strife
 When once and twice,
 for man's avail
 Men lavished precious life!
 America! America!
 God shed his grace on thee
 Till selfish gain no longer stain
 The banner of the free!
 O 
                                      beautiful for patriot dream That sees beyond the years
 Thine alabaster cities gleam
 Undimmed by human tears!
 America! America!
 God shed his grace on thee
 Till nobler men keep once again
 Thy whiter jubilee!
 
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