--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Brimhall, George H. collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 20 number: 9 published: 1917-07 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'George H. Brimhall, "Old Glory," *Improvement Era* 20, no. 9 (July 1917): 795.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2009unse transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers. identifier: improvementera2009unse start_page: 795 end_page: 795 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1917-07) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera2009unse publication_year: 1917 note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1917, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # Old Glory Old Glory Old Glory, wave on, o'er the land of the free, The home of the fair and the brave; The land where oppression from mountain to sea Finds only a place for a grave. The hands of a nation grasp firmly thy staff. In triumph they bear thee along; We join in the chorus of millions before us, Still pledging our banner in song. Chorus We'll come at the call of thy colors, Old Flag; We're ready for duty today; We'll serve where you want us to sei e, Old Flag; We'll pay what you want us to pay. Old Glory, float on, o'er the shop and the farm, And wave at the mouth of the mine; And flutter in front of our chariots of fire, And over our birds of the brine. The coo of the babe, and the beat of the drum, The voice of the nurse and the gun Shall swell the refrain, while we sing once again The song that our fathers have sung. Wave, Glory, wave on, when the world shall be free And the peace dove has builded her nest, When the war clouds no more shall darken the shore, And the billows of strife are at rest; When the Goddess of Right and the Champion Might Shall meet at the altar of love, And under thy stars and thy symbolic bars, We sing with the heavens above. George H. Brimhall.