On the shore, dimly -seen -seen through the mists of the deep, ' 'Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that, when the Lrceze o'er the towering towering steep, '.A it fitfully blows, half conceals, half disclo-, disclo-, disclo-, ses ? Now it catches the gleam of the morning' first beam, .' . In full glory reCected now shines on the stream. 'Tis the star-spunglcd star-spunglcd star-spunglcd banner, O! long . iniy it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of tlie brwe.