s&nbsp；of&nbsp；the&nbsp；deep， where&nbsp；the&nbsp；foe&#039；s&nbsp；haughty&nbsp；host&nbsp；in&nbsp；dread&nbsp；silence&nbsp；reposes， what&nbsp；is&nbsp；that&nbsp；which&nbsp；the&nbsp；breeze，&nbsp；o&#039；er&nbsp；the&nbsp；towering&nbsp；steep， as&nbsp；it&nbsp；fitfully&nbsp；blows，&nbsp；half&nbsp；conceals，

half&nbsp；discloses？ now&nbsp；it&nbsp；catches&nbsp；the&nbsp；gleam&nbsp；of&nbsp；the&nbsp；morning&#039；s&nbsp；first&nbsp；beam， in&nbsp；full&nbsp；glory&nbsp；reflected&nbsp；now&nbsp；shines&nbsp；in&nbsp；the&nbsp；stream： &#039；tis&nbsp；the&nbsp；star…spangled&nbsp；banner！&nbsp；oh&nbsp；long&nbsp；may&nbsp；it

wave o&#039；er&nbsp；the&nbsp；land&nbsp；of&nbsp；the&nbsp；free&nbsp；and&nbsp；the&nbsp；home&nbsp；of&nbsp；the&nbsp；brave。 iii。 and&nbsp；where&nbsp；is&nbsp；that&nbsp；band&nbsp；who&nbsp；so&nbsp；vauntingly&nbsp；swore that&nbsp；the&nbsp；havoc&nbsp；of&nbsp；war&nbsp；and&nbsp；the&nbsp；battle&#039；s&nbsp；confusion，

a&nbsp；home&nbsp；and&nbsp；a&nbsp；country&nbsp；should&nbsp；leave&nbsp；us&nbsp；no&nbsp；more！ their&nbsp；blood&nbsp；has&nbsp；washed&nbsp；out&nbsp；of&nbsp；of&nbsp；their&nbsp；foul&nbsp；footsteps&#039；&nbsp；pollution。 no&nbsp；refuge&nbsp；could&nbsp；save&nbsp；the&nbsp；hireling&nbsp；and&nbsp；slave&#039； from&nbsp；the

terror&nbsp；of&nbsp；flight&nbsp；and&nbsp；the&nbsp；gloom&nbsp；of&nbsp；the&nbsp；grave： and&nbsp；the&nbsp；star…spangled&nbsp；banner&nbsp；in&nbsp；triumph&nbsp；doth&nbsp；wave o&#039；er&nbsp；the&nbsp；land&nbsp；of&nbsp；the&nbsp；free&nbsp；and&nbsp；th