The WorWs Hope 



Unarmed and Unafraid 



O thou blest land, America! 



I look adown thy countryside, 

 And in the dawning glow of Peace, 



I see thy landscape glorified. 



Thy forests loftier rear their crests, 

 Thine eager rivers swifter flow. 



While from thy hills of Hope and Faith, 

 Thy cleansing winds of Freedom blow. 



The Future beckons; may it be 



The land where every dream comes true. 

 The land in which each humblest child 



Shall live as free as I or you; 



The favored land of noble youth, 



The land where hatred dies away. 



The land where each may know the truth; 

 The chosen land of Liberty! 



Erect, unarmed, and unafraid, 



Thy children of the ages stand. 



With Peace, her sheltering pinions spread. 



North, South, East, West, above our land. 



O speed the day when blood of man 



No more shall drench the weary sod. 



All joined in sacred brotherhood. 

 And every child a son of God — 



When Peace with velvet-sandaled feet 



Shall tread the Earth from shore to shore. 



And peoples in the bond of love 



Shall lust for conquest never more. 



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