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Showing posts with label Patriotism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Patriotism. Show all posts

Monday, July 04, 2022

America — my country

Samuel Francis Smith wrote “My country, ’tis of thee” circa 1831. Smith was born in Boston, Massachusetts on October 21, 1808. He died November 16, 1895 at age 87 years, and is buried at the Newton Cemetery in the city of Newton, Middlesex County, Massachusetts.

In The Psalmist: a New Collection of Hymns for the Use of the Baptist Churches, the hymn appears as No. 1000 on pages 524-25 under the title “National Hymn.” Smith wrote that he wrote this patriotic hymn in the same measure (meter 6s. & 4s.) as “God Save the King” and gave it, along with other pieces, to Lowell Mason. Mason paired it with Thesaurus Musicus / Harmonia Anglicana – which we know here as America – and it was first sung in public on July 4, 1831 or 1832 (sources differ) at a children’s Independence Day celebration at the Park Street Church in Boston (where Mason served as choirmaster and organist).

Smith authored numerous hymns, including “Down to the sacred wave” and “The morning light is breaking.” In addition to The Psalmist (with Baron Stowe), he also published Lyric Gems: a Collection of Original and Select Sacred Poetry (1844), Rock of Ages: Original and Selected Poems (1866/1870), Missionary Sketches: a Concise History of the Work of the American Baptist Missionary Union (1879), and many others. Smith was inducted into the Songwriters Hall of Fame in 1970.

S. F. Smith

1. My country, ’tis of thee, 
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing; 
Land, where my fathers died.
Land of the pilgrim’s pride,
From every mountainside,
Let freedom ring.

2. My native country, thee—
Land of the noble free—
Thy name — I love;
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills; 
My heart with rapture thrills,
Like that above.
 
3. Let music swell the breeze, 
And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom’s song: 
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake; 
Let rocks their silence break,—
The sound prolong.
 
4. Our fathers’ God, to thee,
Author of liberty,
To thee we sing;
Long may our land be bright,
With freedom’s holy light; 
Protect us by thy might,
Great God, our King!

Samuel Francis Smith attended Harvard University 1825-1829, and was a classmate of Oliver Wendell Holmes. Afterward Smith enrolled in and studied at Andover Theological Seminary 1829/30-1832. Smith was ordained to the Baptist ministry at Waterville, Maine in 1834. He pastored churches in Massachusetts and taught at Waterville College. He served as secretary of the Baptist Missionary Union fifteen years.

In Oliver Wendell Holmes (New York, NY: Twayne Publishers, 1963, p. 75, United States authors series; Vol. 29), Miriam Rossiter Small reported that in 1893 Harvard classmate Holmes recommended Samuel Francis Smith as a candidate for a Doctor of Letters degree from Harvard University. Harvard declined. Holmes retorted, “His song will be sung centuries from now, when most of us and our pipings are forgotten.”

Lowell Mason

Thursday, December 21, 2017

5 Things Liberals Hate

I received in my e-mail inbox an e-mail titled “5 Things Liberals Hate.” For the most part it was an advertisement of T-Shirts for sale. The first one caught my eye:

“Despite what the liberal media would have you believe, the majority of our country is still God-fearing patriotic, and hard-working,
“So, let’s set the record straight and let the world know where you stand with this powerful new T-shirt.

“As for me and my House, we will:
  - Serve the Lord
  - Stand for the anthem
  - Keep and bear arms
  - Back the blue
  - Support our troops”

While I have no problem with the last four points, I am “offended” by a T-Shirt making these four points equal with the the biblical truth “as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.” They are not equal.

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Flags and Football

Last Saturday my 5-year grandson played his first flag football game. I was not able to attend, but I suspect it was as much about flags as football. It seems the National Football League has now descended into a deep morass as much about flags as football. I don’t know or care that much about what football players do during the showing of the American flag and singing of the National Anthem – sing, stand, sit, kneel, stay in the locker room. I know that it started with Colin Kaepernick last fall, and has greatly expanded this year. The initial protest was ostensibly a protest against injustice, but apparently some of the new protests are against the rhetoric of President Donald Trump.

I understand free speech and protest, but employees do not have a Constitutional right to free speech while paid by their employers to work. Though there is protection for certain types of expression in the workplace for other reasons, this is not specifically a “First Amendment” right. But again, I don’t really care how NFL team owners address the issue. Here is what bothers me the most.

Football players, you overpaid entertainers of a fickle American public, why are you such whiners? According to the Gazette Review, the average 2017 salary of an NFL player is $1.9 million per year. Yes, that’s right folks, $1,900,000 for such (un)important work! Compare that to the average salary for doctors in 2017, which is $168,000; the average salary for police officers in 2017, which is $60,270; the average salary for soldiers in 2017, which is $49,000; and the average salary for teachers in 2017, which is $44,000. Yes, we pay our football players about $1,856,000 more per year than those who take on the sometimes thankless task of educating our children. I understand something of how the economy works, and that you guys can make that much because there is a (perhaps hard to explain) demand for what you do. But here is the thing. Instead of protest that divides the country, even your fans – or perhaps in addition to – why not put your money where you knee is and take some of the money that (some of you) are spending on booze, drugs, & whores and help some of those oppressed people you refer to? It might go a lot further and be appreciated a lot more.

And you, Mr. President, don’t you have something better and more important to do than worry about the National Football League?