The Arkansaw traveler., 1886-01-16
A NRw NATIONAL POEM.
!, sv rMnA pRANcrs DAWSON.


 The Sollo~ink poem was awarded the posson PHI Christmas prize of SIoo iohp Boyle O Reilly is said to have sad ,hs, ,hs writer has added to QUE li,era- .-re a poem that will rank forever with he Sur Spangled Banae,,' of Francis Scott Key" rhave seeea the glories of art and archi.ec- care and mouBsain and Iivnr [ have seen tha .rnse, on the Iungfrau an1the full moon rise aver Mont olAAc; but ths fAi'e,t vision on ~h;eh these eyes ever looked was the Bag of nx country ia foreign land. 4eauuful as a enwer 10 those who love it. terrible as a me ,ser to those who hate it, 1t Is the symbol of he power and ( ory and the honor of Atty millions sf Anerscans.- GAS&gs z. HesY. r.ehs.,ed webi ( picture in the air. Dr fled to us from out the distance blue, Yn,u shadowy ancestors through wnose brave care We live ia magic of a dream come true With Covenanters' blue, as it were slAssed In dewy flower heart ihe stars that passed O blood-veinsd blossom that can never blghti The Declaration like sacred rite, Ia in raca star and strife declAm 1ory, The Cons itu ion thou shalt lonE recite, Our hsIlowed, eloquent, beloved s"Old Gior5 l" o symphony in red. white bluel fanfare Of trumpet, roll oi drums. forever new Reverbr Ations ot the 3etl, that bear It's toses of liberty the wide world through l Tn b .ttle dreaded like a cycloAe blaNi symbol of land and people unsurpassed, Thy brilliant day sh all never have a night On foreign shore nc po@p so grand sight, No face so fri ndly, uaught cosso at"rv. Like glimpse of lofty spar with thee bedight, Our hallowsd, eloquent, beloved "Old
 GlorJ !"
 Thou art the one Flag an embodied prayer, One, highest and most perfect to reVIeW; Without one, neshing; il is lineal, ,qnare, Has proper les oi all the numhers, too, Cube, soliA, sq Aare root, root of root; best
 asssd
 As ~hen o'er old centurion 1t blew (Red is the uumpet's tune. it means to dare l God favored seven when creation grew; The seyea planets seven hu s contrast;
 he seveu metals; seven days noI last The seven tones of marvellous delight That lend the list'ning soul their wings for
 flight;
 But why c ,mplete the happy category that s,ves thy thirteen stripes tSeir charm
 and might,
 Our hallowed, eloquent, beloved "Old
 Gloryl"
 ID my oear CoiorS, nonOreo everywhere, The great asd mystic ternion we view; Fanh, Hope and On 4rity are numbered there, And the three nails the cruc,hxiou knew. Tbree are offended when one has trespa sed. God and one's neighbor and ones self
 sghast;
 Christ's deity. and soul and manhood's
 height;
 The Father, Son and Ghost may here unite. With texts like these, divinely Ronitory. What wonder that thou conqaere | Ia hgst, Our hallowed, eloquent, beloved "Old
 Gloul"
 ENVOY. o blessed Flag sign of our precious Past, Triumphant Present, and our Future vast, Beyond st trred blue and b ITS Of sunset bright Lead us to higher realm Of Equal Rightl Float or, in ever lovely allegor,,
 Kin to the eagle, and the wind and light, Our hallowed, eloquent beloved old
 Glory -PAiI1IsiehGs NsS5 SAN FRANCISCO.
 s'Old Glorv," as our flag was baptized by our soldiers durinv he ke ehelioa.-PTsbi<.