Oh, it's home again, and home again, America for me! I want a ship that's westward bound to plow the rolling sea, To the blessed Land of Room Enough beyond the ocean bars, Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.

I know that Europe's wonderful, yet something seems to lack; The Past is too much with her, and the people looking back.

As long as habit and routine dictate the pattern of living, new dimensions of the soul will not emerge.

Oh, London is a man's town, there's power in the air; And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair; And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great …

And the star-spangled banner, oh long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

Americans want to defeat terrorism and they want the basic character of this country to survive and prosper. They want both security and liberty, and unless we…

I first drew in New England's air, and from her hardy breast Sucked in the tyrant-hating milk that will not let me rest.