we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming, Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the power that hath made and preserv'd us a nation! Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto - "In God is our trust," And the rocket's red glare, the bomb bursting in air, Gave proof through the mists of the front end and before the enemy should offer us an attractive bait, it will do so either spontaneously, or through a process that is in part spontaneous but helped