 On the shore dimly seen through the mist, the deep where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, what is that which the breeze o'er the towering steep as it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam in full glory reflected now shines on the stream. Tis the star-spangled banner, O long may it wave over the land of the free and the home of the brave.