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When the morning skies grow red,
and over us their radiance shed
Thou, O Lord, appeareth in their light
when the alps glow bright with splendor,
pray to God to Him surrender
for you feel and understand
that He dwelleth in this land.



In the sunset Thou art night
and beyond the starry sky
Thou, O loving father, ever near,
when to Heaven we are departing
joy and bliss Thou'lt be imparting
for we feel and understand
that Thou dwelleth in this land.



When dark clouds enshroud the hills
and gray mist the valley fills
yet Thou art not hidden from thy sons
pierce the gloom in which we cower
with Thy sunshine's cleansing power
then we'll and understand
that God dwelleth in this land.







Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight'
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming.
And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?


On the shore dimly seen, thro' the mists of 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: oh, long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.




And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion
A home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wash'd out their foul footstep's pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave,
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.


Oh, thus be it ever when free men shall stand,
Between their loved homes and the war's desolation;
Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land
Praise the Power that has made and preserved us as a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust";
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.




Quisqueyanos valientes, alcemos

Nuestro canto con viva emoción,

Y del mundo a la faz ostentemos

Nuestro invicto glorioso pendón.

¡Salve el pueblo que intrépido y fuerte,

A la guerra a morir se lanzó

Cuando en bélico reto de muerte

Sus cadenas de esclavo rompió.

Ningun pueblo ser libre merece

Si es esclavo indolente y servil;

Si en su pecho la llama no crece

Que templó el heroismo viril.

Mas Quisqueya la indómita y brava

Siempre altiva la frente alzará:

Que si fuere mil veces esclava

Otras tantas ser libre sabrá.



Que si dolo y ardid la expusieron

de un intruso señor al desdén,

¡Las Carreras ! ¡Beller!... campos fueron

que cubiertos de gloria se ven.

Que en la cima de heroíco baluarte,

de los libres el verbo encarnó,

donde el genio de Sánchez y Duarte

a ser libre o morir enseñó.

Y si pudo inconsulto caudillo

de esas glorias el brillo empañar,

de la guerra se vió en Capotillo

la bandera de fuego ondear.

Y el incendio que atónito deja

de Castilla al soberbio león,

de las playas gloriosas le aleja

donde flota el cruzado pendón.



Compatriotas, mostremos erguida

nuestra frente, orgullosos de hoy más;

que Quisqueya será destruida

pero sierva de nuevo, jamás.

Que es santuario de amor cada pecho

do la patria se siente vivir;

Y es su escudo invencible, el derecho;

Y es su lema: ser libre o morir.

Libertad que aún se yergue serena

La victoria en su carro triunfal.

Y el clarín de la guerra aún resuena

Pregonando su gloria inmortal.

¡Libertad! Que los ecos se agiten

Mientras llenos de noble ansiedad

Nuestros campos de gloria repiten

¡Libertad! ¡Libertad! ¡Libertad!



Brave men of Quisqueya,

Let us sing with strong feeling

And let us show to the world

Our invincible, glorious banner.

Hail, O people who, strong and intrepid,

Launched into war and went to death!

Under a warlike menace of death,

You broke your chains of slavery.

No country deserves to be free

If it is an indolent and servile slave,

If the call does not grow loud within it,

Tempered by a virile heroism.

But the brave and indomitable Quisqueya

Will always hold its head high,

For if it were a thousand times enslaved,

It would a thousand times regain freedom.


If it will be exposed to ruse and deceit

Unto contempt of a real imposer,

On to Las Carreras! Beler! were places

Where the traces of glory are found.

Where on the top of the heroic bastion,

The word of the libarated became flesh,

Where the genius of Sánchez and Duarte

Taught to be free or to die.

And if an unattended leader the splendor

Of these glorious events could ignore,

One has seen in Capotillo in the war

The flag of fire wave.

And the fire that lets the proud lion

Of Castilla become stupefied,

Removes him from the glorious beaches

Where the crossed banner waves.


Compatriots, let us proudly

Show our face, from today prouder than ever;

Quisqueya may be destroyed

But a slave again, never!

It is a sanctuary of love that every character

Of the fatherland feels alive!

And it is his coat of arms, the right;

And it is his device: be free or die.

Freedom that still rises cool-bloodedly

The victory in her triumphal car.

And the clarion of war re-echoes

Proclaiming his immortal glory.

Freedom! That the echo's touch

While they're full of noble tension

Our fields of glory repeat

Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!


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