  BY W. R. WALLACE. God of the Free! upon Thy breath Our Flag is for the Right unrolled, As broad and brave as when its stars, First lit the hallowed time of old. For Duty still its folds shall fly; For Honor still its glories burn, Where Truth, Religion, Valor, guard The patriot’s sword and martyr’s urn. No tyrant’s impious step is ours; No lust of power on nations rolled; Our Flag—for friends, a starry sky, For traitors, storm in every fold. O thus we’ll keep our Nation’s life, Nor fear the bolt by despots hurled; The blood of all the world is here, And they who strike us, strike the world. God of the Free! our Nation bless In its strong manhood as its birth; And make its life a star of hope For all the struggling of the Earth. Then shout beside thine Oak, O North! O South! wave answer with thy palm; And in our Union’s heritage Together sing the Nation’s Psalm! THE END. |
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