For the dream unfinished 
Out of which we came,
We stand together,
While a hemisphere darkens
And the nations flame!
 
Our earth has been hallowed
With death for freedom;
Our walls have been hallowed 
With freedom’s thought.
Concord, Valley Forge, Harper’s Ferry
Light up with their flares our sky of doubt.
 
We fear tyranny as our hidden enemy:
 The black shirt cruelty, the goose-step Mind. 
No dark signs close the doors of our speaking.
No bayonets bar the doors to our prayers.
No gun butts shadow our children’s eyes.

Our earth has been hallowed
With death for freedom!
Our walls have been hallowed 
With freedom’s thought.

If we have failed,
Lynchings in Georgia,
Justice in Massachusetts undone,
The bloody fields of South Chicago!
 
 Still a voice from the bruised and the battered
 Speaks out in the light of a free sun, saying,
“Tell them again, say it, America, 
Say it again till it splits their ears;
Freedom is salt in our blood and its bone shape;
If freedom fails we’ll fight for more freedom!”
 
This is the land, and these are the years!
When freedom’s a whisper above their ashes,
An obsolete word, cut on their graves.
When the mind has yielded its last resistance,
And the last free flag is under the waves,
Let them remember that here on the western horizon
A star once acclaimed has not set;
And the strength of a hope, and the shape of a vision
Died for and sung for
And fought for and worked for, is living yet.

Our earth has been hallowed
With death for freedom;
Our walls have been hallowed 
With freedom’s thought.
Tell them, America! Say it again!
Our star once acclaimed will not wane!