MY FLAG

My flag, thy stars are glowing

Within a field of blue;

A troubled World are showing

A Union staunch and true.

Thy Red, like life-blood flowing,

Thy, White, clean, pure and true;

And onward bravely going,

The Red, the White, the Blue.

My flag, thy dazzling beauty

With rippling folds sublime,

Now calls for faith and duty;

I hear the pulsing chime

Of bells of freedom ringing

O'er all this vast domain;

The patriots voices singing,

"We're On The March Again."

My flag, my heart is throbbing

In cadence old, yet new;

Thy folds will hush the sobbing,

With gladd'ning hope imbue

The souls of men in bondage,

And 'rouse from bleak despair

By thy life giving anchorage;

In answer to their prayer.

                        H. B. Austin

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