Of
Your
Oh,
Say
Can
You
See,
For
The
Music
Of
America,
It’s
Gershwin
For
Me.
He
Captures
The
Heady
Raptures
Of
A
Bustling
Nation
Building
And
Shifting,
Old
Ways
Drifting,
Great
Height
And
Speed
Just
What
We
Need,
Straining,
Growing,
Gaining,
Not
Yet
Knowing
What
Another
War
Would
Do
To
Knock
It
All
Askew
In
A
Loss
Of
Order,
And
Leave
Us
With
The
Urbane,
Weary
Wit
Of
Cole
Porter.