My body, this I be (My country tis of thee)
Peace, Joy, Affinity, (Sweet land of liberty)
Youth’s fountain springs (Of thee I sing)
Blood on my mother’s thighs (Land where my father’s died)
Gifts of our sister’s sighs (Land of the Pilgrim’s pride)
At every hearth reside (From every mountainside)
“Hestia, we sing!” (Let freedom ring!)
Very interesting. I was singing in my head the tune to your words as I read this! Mom
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