Old Glory

Old Glory

Of all the flags flung to the breeze In all the lands beneath the sun; Of all the flags on all the seas, I claim but one, I love but one.

There may be other flags for some Which seem to be of equal worth, But as for me that flag spells "home" It is the dearest flag on earth.

Ilove Old Glory most, because No king can claim her as his own, And from her spring great eagle claws When anyone suggests a throne. Baptized was she in blood of men, And consecrated by the tears Of brave though weeping women, when They sent their loved ones forth with cheers.

The men who raised that flag waged war; They bled, they died without complaint; They knew what they were fighting for; They gave themselves without restraint.

And so it is that here and now We hoist thee, old "Red, White, and Blue," And underneath thy folds we vow: "We'll fight for you; we love but you." -Read by Honorable Jacob E. Meeker, Mo., in House of Representatives.