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THE AMERICAN FLAG.
When freedom from her mountain height.
And set the stars of glory there.
Who rear'st aloft thy regal form,
When strive the warriors of the storm, And rolls the thunder-drum of heaven, Child of the sun! to thee given To guard the banner of the free, To hover in the sulphur smoke, To ward away the battle stroke, And bid its blendings shine afar, Like rainbows on the cloud of war,
The harbingers of victory!
Flag of the brave! thy folds shall fly,
When speaks the signal trumpet tone,
And cowering foes shall shrink beneath Each gallant arm that strikes below
That lovely messenger of death.
Flag of the seas! on ocean wave
Flag of the free heart's hope and home! By angel hands to valor given;
Thy stars have lit the welkin dome,
And all thy hues were born in heaven.
Where breathes the foe but falls before us,
And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us.
Bear that banner proudly up, young warriors of the land,
With hearts of love, and arms of faith and more than iron hand.
The silken folds that twine about us here, for all their soft and careless grace, are yet as strong as hooks of steel. They hold together a united people and a great nation. The South says to the North as simply and as truly as was said three thousand years ago in that far away meadow by the side of the mystic sea: "Thy people shall be my people and thy God, my God."