Talk:Belair/@comment-39244374-20200324071901

Land of the morning Child of the sun returning With fervor burning Thee do our souls adore.

Land dear and holy Cradle of noble heroes Ne’er shall invaders Trample thy sacred shores.

Ever within thy skies and through thy clouds And o’er thy hills and seas Do we behold the radiance feel the throb Of glorious liberty.

Thy banner dear to all our hearts Its sun and stars alight Oh, never shall its shining fields Be dimmed by tyrants might!

Beautiful land of love, o land of light In thine embrace ’tis rapture to lie But it is glory ever, when thou art wronged To defend thy freedom