O beautiful for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain, for purple mountain majesties above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed His grace on thee, and crown thy good with brotherhood from sea to shining sea.
O beautiful for pilgrim feet whose stern impassion’d stress a thoroughfare for freedom beat across the wilderness. America! America! God mend thine ev’ry flaw, confirm thy soul in self-control, thy liberty in law.

Atandakil, Yes!