The Goddess of Freedom how lofty she Where the sun in splendor beams; How bright the stars around her shine, How lovely the moonlight gleams. O'er the Capitol dome she proudly stands, The colors 'neath her feet Waving over the marble Halls, Where the national statesmen meet. The goddess of night, with brilliant gems In silence crowns her head; She's kissed by the sun's first crimson ray As he wakes from his starry bed. He showers her with heaven's blue While on his wayward west, And gives her last his snowy bars Ere stars come spangle her breast. Upon her dawn's first glimmer falls From billows fringed with gray; It dims the torch that Liberty holds, But opens wide the day. Upon her eye's last glimmer falls From Sierra Nevada's crest, As retreating day falls fast asleep On El Dorado's breast. Clouds of red, white, and blue that pass Forever on their way, Like hills sublime, like mountains rise And greet her day by day. Where eagles soar in circles grand, 'Neath God's blue canopy, They wing her love in freedom's name O'er the land of liberty. In triumph and in splendor she Adorns our State with peace; Like the sun turns night to day, she bids All dark contentions cease. Aloft, alone our goddess shines From God's infinite main Forever gleaming peace and joy Where freedom's path is lain. Aloft the Goddess of Freedom, Aloft and alone in the skies! Through winter winds, through summer climes, Lights flash out from her eyes, A beacon bright, Through the stormy night To all the world they loom-- Our love, our peace and freedom's joy, From off the Capitol dome.
by William A. Cox
January 6, 1927
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