The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1917-07-05
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BY HBzEKrAH BUTTERwoRrH Z
tho blrthrIgh. Of h.r hopes
the marching nation sings. 81
And DER the arms of laughing

| WAX tHe plrtnrlght OK nor hOpo6
the marching nation sings, s.
II And DER the arms of laughing
forts the banner lifts her wings;
ioday In honor Of the flag the myriad la
bors cease, @
ana breathe the silver bugles low the
mellowcd notes of peace,
no. pugles, ho! Ho. gimmering bandsi
Ho. veterans old and true!
no. children marching for the States, mid
roses wined with dew!
BEHIND ye thrice a hundred years. be.
foro. thousand grand,
"hat says tho Past to you today, o chill.
dren OF tho land?
What are thy legends, o thou flag. that
gladdenest land and sea?
what Is thy meaning in the air amid the
Jubilee?
Flag of the sun that glows for all,
Flag OF tho breeze that blows for an,
Flag Of tho sea that flows for all
The silver bugles blow and blow across
tho silver sea.
What Is thy meaning In the air3 O ban.
ner, answer me!
NO azure pavon old art thou, borne on
the pnlmers spear:
NO orihamme Of Red Cross knight, or
'coiffured cavalier:
on thy silken cloud,
Nor shamrock green, nor thistle rod nor
couchant lion proud:
No golden bees Of purpled isles OH red
taffeta wrought,
Nor eaglo poisng in tho sky above the
ocelot.
No gaping dragons haunt thy folds az In
the white suns spray,
When westerlng Vikings turned thei,
prows from nooness Norroway;
NO double crowns beneath the cross are
In thy hucs unfurled,
Such as the Prophet Pilot led toward tho
sunset world;
NO Golden Virgin. crclet crowned, such
as with knightly pride
oid balboa threw upon tho air DER the
Pacific tide.
Not cen st. Georges Cross Is there thai
led the Mayfower on,
Nor old st. Andrews Cross Of faith-tha
Double Cross is gone
The silver bugles blow and blow acros,
the silver sea,
What is thy meaning. o thou fagl thi,
day Of jubilee?
children of tho States! yon flag NOR.
happy lusters deck
Than orifammcs Of old Navarro, or Cres.
sy. or Roscbeq.
The Covonanters' field OF blue. caugA
from tho 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 tho light
All nall to theo, celestial flag on this
prophetic morn.
That minglest with tho light of heaven.
hail. flag Of heaven born!
Tho silver bugles blow and blow acrosl
the silver sea,
And speakest thou to every soul this da,
or jublioel
Flag Of the battlenelds with pride be.
meath thy folds I stand,
Whilo gyveless Freedom lifts to thee he,
choral trumpets grand
ihou stand'st for Monmouth's march O,
fire. for Trenton's lines of name.
For ripping Eutaw's field of blood. for
Yorktown's endless fame;
for Cape do Gait, and fierce Algiers. and
Pcrry's bood-red deck,
Tor vera Cruz, and Monterey, and whit.
Chaputepec:
Thou standst for Sumter's broken wall
as high above Tybee
The shouting forts uplift again the sta,,
or Unity;
For Chattanooga's rain Of fire and thai
grand echelon
Ihe deep drums led at Gettysburg be
meath the smoky sun;
Thou stand'st for Progress and the year,
all golden-orhcd to be,
for earth's new Rome upon the land
and Greece upon the sea-
Ihou stand'st that oil tho rights of me,
may every people bless.
And Gods own Kingdom walk the worb
In peace and righteousnessI
0 my America! whose flag we thron.
amid tho sky.
beneath whose folds 'tis life to live ant
noblest death to die,
I hear tho silver buglcs blow acros, IN,
silver sea.
Ind bless my God my palace stands
cottage home In thee
80 speak the voices of the Past. ye chi.
dren Of the land,
behlnd ns thrice hundred years, befor
thousand grand.
Such arc the legends Of yon flag tha
gladdens land and sea,
such is tho Hand that scrolls the air thi
day Of jubilee.
Flag of the sun that shines for all.
rag OF tho breeze that blows for all.
Flag of tho sea that hows for nil.
HALL flag Of Liberty! oil hail!
The Festal Day has come!
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