So much promise not fulfilled,
Yet so full of light
That dark places cannot long abide.
Stand free, stand tall
And let the many bejewel the one.
A nation of princes and peasants,
The great hearts bring blessings,
The small minds their temporary interruptions.
Black, brown, white and yellow
Our faces dot the landscape
And give flesh to the greatness
Of the common whole.
These days need the largeness of our souls
And the willingness of our hands
To mold anew the home of the brave.
Let us be the joyous participants
In a land that embraces the many
And help it complete its destiny.
Might we find again the grace that God shed.
Happy birthday, America!