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Old Flag Forever.

April 13, 2010

—Frank L. Stanton.

SHE’S up there,—Old Glory,—where lightnings are sped;
She dazzles the nations with ripples of red;
And she’ll wave for us living, or droop o’er us dead,—
The flag of our country forever!
 
She’s up there,—Old Glory,—how bright the stars stream!
And the stripes, like red signals of liberty, gleam!
And we dare for her, living, or dream the last dream,
‘Neath the flag of our country forever!
 
She’s up there,—Old Glory,—no tyrant-dealt scars,
No blur on her brightness, no stain on her stars!
The brave blood of heroes hath crimsoned her bars.
She’s the flag of our country forever.

 

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