Our Flag

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Our Flag 1 Flag of the morning's Coronal, Thou of Columbia's votive shrine, Flag of the primal summit born, Lift thou our hope with thine, 1 High on the aspen wind, Minstrel the theme with our psalm beset, Thy pulsing ripple, the flageolet That breathes the blest compline.

Flag of the seared and pageful years, Flaming thou in the newer dawn Architrave of the Unseen Hand, Sift thou thy star-dials on Epochs and eras gone Have chrismed thee with the prayers of men, And hero-hearts have renewed again Thy pageant millions strong.

Flag of unsullied deeds and days, Of martyr's clasp caressed and wrung, | Beatified by hands that clung | Thy flexible bars among; Thy sheen, thus trophy-hung, Shines out with more than fortress spire, Or chaplet wreath or council pyre, | Or spoils of conquest won.

Flag unfurled on the highest mount, That the lowest vale shall have Liberty, Ensign flung to the horizon, That the basest serf shall see And chortle to be free thou Supreme o'er worlds afar, 'Tis Thou who flames her topmost star | That anchors us to Thee. | Mesa, Arizona Bertha A. Kleinman

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