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To ward away the battle-stroke, And bid its blendings shine afar, Like rainbows on the cloud of war,
The harbingers of victory!
Flag of the brave! thy folds shall fly, The sign of hope and triumph high! When speaks the signal-trumpet
tone. And the long line comes gleaming on, Ere yet the life-blood, warm and w'et. Has dimmed the glistening bayonet, Each soldier’s eye shall brightly turn To where thy sky-born glories burn, And, as his springing steps advance, Catch war and vengeance from the
glance. And when the cannon-mouthings loud Heave in wild wreaths the battle
shroud, And gory sabres rise and fall Like shoots of flame on midnight’s
pall, Then shall thy meteor glances glow, And cowering foes shall shrink
beneath Each gallant arm that strikes below That lovely messenger of death.
Flag of the seas! on ocean wave Thy stars shall glitter o’er the brave; When death, careering on the gale, Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail. And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside’s reeling rack, Each dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee. And smile to see thy splendors fly In triumph o’er his closing eye.
Flag of the free heart’s hope and
home, By angel hands to valor given, Thy stars have lit the welkin dome. And all thy hues were born in
heaven. Forever float that standard sheet! Where breathes the foe but falls
before us, With Freedom’s soil beneath our feet, And Freedom’s banner streaming
o’er us!
Joseph Rodman Drake
—Courtesy
Richard Pierson
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