The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-01-09
THE FLAG THAT CHEERED.
Gibraltar rose dark and tn es un'. disc burn,

Gibraltar rose dark and tn es un's disc burned
low,
Like far gate of Heaven with banners aglow,
And red DER the Pillars of Hercules blszed
The Star Of the Pilots Of ola, as we gazed.
And swift the breeze freshened, and deep
doomed the gun.
And the ships OF the nations swept By. one by
one.
The Red Cross Of England the Tricolor proud,
And the dark German Eagles in pillows of
cloud
Then the Flag Of the Stars from the Western
waves came
And passed in review by the old flags Of fame.
"Why are the ships shoutingf' Our feet for
ward pressed
SITS the emigrants cheering (which fagy'
LOT the West"
The Cross of ST. George
Floated 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 emigrant mothers their gladdened eyes
raised
And memories wove Of the past as they gazed
And their thin hands they waved meath the
lone Afrio Star,
Then the emigrant children laughed out with
the rest
AS their eyes caught the light OF the Flag Of
the West.
Laugh on little ones, in your star-tghted way,
To the Lakes OF the States and the Georgian
Bay,
Round the Flag OF your birthright the sea
birds are veering,
rTis for you, not themselves, the old mothers
Sre cheering.
The Red Cross of st George
Waves free or the main,
The Gallo Tricolor.
The Lions OF Spain,
And the flags Of all seas
In the bright Straits appear,
But oh tits my own Flag
The children's hands cneeri
Young Romans were there, Of the Eagles Of
old
Strong Charlemagne's sons, Of tho helmets Of
gold
The heirs Of the heroes Of world making wars.
Passed outward that hour in the night march
of Stars
All thought Of the friends to their bosoms most
OF the hearts Of the Old World that beat in
the New,
or the world weary struggles of peoples op-
pressed,
OF the Kingdom OF GOO In the Buns OF the
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 lest flag appeared.
But mine was the last flag
That the emigrants cheered.
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That eve Andalusian what heart could forget,
And whereer / may roam through the night.
fall OF years
Ny heart will r-echo the ernigrant's cheers.
Can the soldier forget the last roll of the
drum?
Or the wanderer the song Of his mother Ct
homer
Or the patriot his vision Of duty sublime
AS seen on the towers of the summit Of timer
still see the eagles
That swept DER 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.
Disturbs 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 homo let me lift thee, my altar Of
prayer!
Many flags have the people that grand deeds
recall,
But my own Flag Of faith is the p-ide Of them
all
The Red Cross Of England
Waves free DER the main
The dark German Eagles
The Lions of Spain,
But ever while stars
For all men shall appear
Our flag Of all peoples
The pilgrims will cheer.
-HeIeSiah Butterworth, in Youths Com.
psnion.