---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Young Men's Mutual Improvement Associations
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 21
number: 11
published: 1918-09
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: "Young Men's Mutual Improvement Associations, \"Old Glory,\" *Improvement Era* 21, no. 11 (September 1918): 958."
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera21011unse
  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: improvementera21011unse
start_page: 958
end_page: 958
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1918-09)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera21011unse
  publication_year: 1918
  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 1918, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# Old Glory

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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.