The life of Liverpool is commerce; it is a city of warehouses and shops.
It is the hour to rend thy chains, The blossom time of souls.
America! America! God shed His grace on thee.
O beautiful for spacious skies, . . . 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, Til all success be nobleness And every gain divine!
Love planted a rose, and the world turned sweet.
O, beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties, Above the fruited plain.