  The flag of our country, how proudly it waves In the darkness of night, in the light of the sun, In silence it watches our patriots' graves, In splendor it tells of their victories won! It waves, as it waved in the brave days of old, An emblem of glory, of hope, and of life; A pledge to the world in each star and each fold Of a love that endures through all danger and strife. Of love that is deep as the sea 'neath its blue; Of a love that is pure as the light of each star; O, flag of our country, the brave and the true Await thee, and greet thee, and bless thee afar! The flag of our country, the flag of the free, The hope of the weary, the joy of the sad, May our eyes at the last, still thy bright promise see That each slave shall know thee, arise and be glad! The flag of our country, the flag of our love, Our hearts are aflame with thy red, white and blue; May thy glory increase while thy stars shine above, To thy promise and pledge may the children be true. O, the red, white and blue! O, the flag of the free! Sweet liberty calls to the nations afar, Thy glory illumines the land and the sea, O, flag of our country, earth's beautiful star! —Metta Thompson in American Monthly. |
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