Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1891-12-17
THE FLAG THAT CHEEREp.


gibraltar rose dark and ia esu n's disc burned
low,
Like far gate of Heaven with banners ap,ox
And red Ger the Pillars OF Hercules blazed
The Star OF the Pilots Of old, as we razed
And swift the breeze fresbened and deem
doomed the gun
And the ships Of the nations swept by. one By
The Red Cross Of England the Trieolor p-oud
And the dark German Eagles in pillows Of
cloud
Then the Flag o; the Stars from the Western
waves came
And passed in review BY the old flags Of fame.
why are the ships shoutingsr Our feet for
ward pressed
-''T4s the emigrants oaeering--Which fagg'
--Of the West
The Cross Of ST. George
F1oated free DER the main.
The black German Eagles,
The Lions OF Spain
And the flags OF all seas
In the bright Straits appeared,
But, oh, twas my own flag
The emigrants cheered.
The enigrant mothers their gladdened eyes
raised
And memories wove OF the past as they gazed.
And their thin hands they waved meath the
lone Afric Star
And greeted the flag OF the new lands afar
Then the emigrant children laughed out with
As their eyes caught the light of the Flag of
the West
Laugh on, little ones, in your star lighted way.
To the Lakes OF the States and the Georgian
Bay,
Round the Flag OF your birthright the sea
birds veertng.
It's for Eou, not themselves the old mothers
are cheering.
The Red Cross OF st George
Waves free or The main
The Gallo Tricolor.
The Lions Ct Spain,
And the flags of al seas
In the bright Straits appear,
But oh it's my own Flag
The children's hands cheer.
Young Romans were there, Of The Eagles Of
Strong CharlemaEne's sons, of the helmets of
gold,
The heirs Of the heroes Of world making wars,
Passed outward that hour in the night march
of Stars
AL thought OF the friends 70 their bosous most
true.
OF the hearts of the Old World that beat in
the New.
OF the world-weary struggles of peoples op-
OF the Kingdom OF God in the Suns OF tbs
West
The Cross Of St George
Passed them by on the main,
The dark German Eagles,
The Lions Of Spain.
OF Trafalgar's waters
The last flag appeared.
But mine was the last fig
That the emigrants cheered-
That scene at Gibraltar in mind fingers yet
That ere Andalusian what heart could forget
and where'er I may roam through the night
fall OF years,
My heart viii r-echo the emigrant's cheers.
Can the soldier forget the last roll OF the
drum:
Or the wanderer the song of his mother at
homer
Or the patriot his vision Of duty sublime.
As seen the towers OF the summit OF timer
still see the eagles
That swept Ger the main,
The leonine banners
OF England and Spain.
The African starlight,
The gray fortress crest
And the emigrants cheering
Their flag Of the west.
Nc voice OF the bugle. ar-rolling drum,
Disturhs the sweet peace OF my roof tree Of
home,
But the anthem OF liberty gladdens the main,
And the chorus OF hills wakes the patriots
strain
o Flag of my own land. Hopes bow in the air.
Ger my home let me lift thee, my altar OF
prayer.
May flags have the people that grand deeds
recall
But my own Flag Of faith is tbs p-ide Of them
The Red Cross of England
Waves free Ger the main.
The dark German Eagles
The Lions Of Spain
But ever while stars
For all men shall appear
Our flag Of ali peoples
The pilgrims VIII cheer.
--Hezekiah Butterworth, il Youths Com
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