I ponder at your "colors"
The stars, like gleaming light
Mingled with the red and blue
And streaming stripes of white

These white stripes of your standard
Ideals, both pure and true
The distant hopes you brought to earth
The stars, on field of blue

But this nation can't be measured
In dimensions of the earth
Nor landscape state its beauty
Nor gold define its worth

'Tis the heart of your people
'Tis an essence that's defined
'Tis a liberty made tangible
In the freedom of the mind