The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1917-07-05
Fourth ofJulv
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the marching nation SINGS
And DER the arms of laughing
forts the banner lifts her wings;
rrodav in honor Of the flag the myriad la
bors cease
And breathe the silver bugles low the
rnellowed notes OF peace,
IN bugles, no! Ho, glimmering bands!
Ho. veterans old and true!
IN children marching for the States, mid
roses wined with dew!
pehind ye thrice a hundred years, be-
fore a thousand grand,
What says the Past to you today, o chill.
dren of the land?
zvbat are thy legends, o thou flag, that
eladdenest land and sea?
what is thy meaning in the air amid the
jubilee?
Flag of the sun that glows for all,
flag of the breeze that blows for all,
Flag of the sea that flows for all
rba silver bugles blow and blow across
the silver sea,
What is thy meaning In the air? 0 ban.
ner, answer me!
M azure pavon old art thou, borne on
the palmer's spear;
M oridamme Of Red Cross knight, OF
coiffured cavalier;
No gold pomegranates Of the sun burn
on thy silken cloud,
Nor shamrock green, nor thistle red. nor
couchant lion proud:
Nh golden bees of purpled isles on red
taffeta wrought,
Nor eagle posing in the sky above the
ocelot.
No gaping dragons haunt thy folds as in
fine white suns spray,
When vestering Vikings turned their
prows from noonless Norroway;
M double crowns beneath the cross are
in thy hues unfurled,
Such as the Prophet Pilot led toward the
sunset world;
No Golden Virgin, circlet-crowned, such
as with knightly pride
Old Balboa threw upon the air DER the
Pacific tide.
Not cen st. Georges Cross is there that
led the Mayf1ower on,
Nor old st. Andrews Cross OF faith-the
Double Cross is gone.
The silver bugles blow and blow across
the silver sea,
What is thy meaning, o thou flag! this
day of jubilee?
O children Of the States! yon flag more
happy lusters deck
Than orifammes of old Navarro, OF Cres
sy, or Rosebeq.
The Covenanters' field Of blue, caGgN
from the clear sky, see.
And Lyra's burning stars of peace and
endless unity.
The morning beams across it stream In
roses red and white,
AS though 'twere outward rolled from
heaven by angels Of the light.
hot 20
prophetic morn,
That minglest with the light Of heaven
hail, flag Of heaven born!
The silver bugles blow and blow across
the silver sea,
And speal1est thou to every soul this day
Of jubilee!
Flag of the battleields with pride be-
meath thy folds I stand,
While gyveless Freedom lifts to thee hei
choral trumpets grand.
Thou stand'st for Monmouth's march Oi
fire, for Trenton's lines of flame.
For ripping Eutaws field OF blood, foo
Yorktown's endless fame;
For Cape de Gait, and fierce Algiers, and
Perrys blood-red deck,
For Vera Cruz. and Monterey, and white
Chapultepec;
Thou standst for Sumter's broken wall
as high above Tybee
The shouting forts uplift again the star
of Unity;
For Chattanooga's rain Of fire and that
grand echelon
The deep drums led at Gettysburg be-
meath the smoky sun;
Thou standst for Progress and the year,
all golden-orbed to be,
For earth's new Rome upon the land
and Greece upon the sea.
1nou stand'st that all the rights of mel
may every people bless,
AND Gods own kingdom walk the worlt
IN peace and righteousness! !
my America! whose flag we throne !
amid the sky,
beneath whose folds it's life to live and |
noblest death to die,
near the silver bugles blow across the !
silver sea,
ana bless my God my palace stands {
cottage home in thee
90 speak the voices Of the Past, ye CHI
dren Of the land,
0enlnd US thrice a hundred years, befor
t. thousand grand.
Sucn are the legends Of yon flag tina
gladdens land and sea,
"ucn Is the Hand that scrolls the air th1
Gay Of jubilee.
rag Of the sun that shines for all,
r1ds OF the breeze that blows for all,
Tag OF the sea that lows for all,
1nau! flag Of Liberty! all hail!
Inc Festal Day has come!