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poem: The Star-Spangled Banner


- Francis Scott Key (a fellow St. John's College alumnus)

O 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;
O say does that star-spangled banner yet 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 in the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner, O long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country, should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave,
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

O thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war's desolation.
Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the Heav'n 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.'
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!



Recently I've been wondering about what exactly it means to be free and brave. Am I free? Am I brave? I suspect I am a coward, and fear that I am very much not free. There are so many times when I bite my tongue instead of speak my beliefs, when I lower my eyes and simply go along so as to keep peace. And there is a time for that, certainly, but there is also a time to speak forthrightly and yet I don't.

I don't know. But I feel trammeled and stifled and I yet yearn to breathe free and easy.
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My mother always told me we were not free. She said, just do something that someone doesn't like and see how fast you wind up in jail (that is unless you are considered one of the 1% or have a bazillion dollars).

Hope you are feeling better hon.

"HUGS"
Despite everything going on politically, I am. As long as you can keep finding small ways to do the right things, it's all bearable.