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— W. K. W.




The stars of our morn on our banner borne,

With the iris of heaven are blended,
The hands of our sires first mingled those fires

And by us they shall now be defended!
Then hail the true — the Red, White, and Blue,

The flag of the Constellation;
It sails as it sailed, by our forefathers hailed,

O'er battles that made us a nation.

What hand so bold to strike from its fold,

One star or stripe of its bright'ning;
To him be each star a fiery Mars,

Each stripe a terrible lightning.
Then hail the true, — etc.

Its meteor form shall ride the storm

Till the fiercest of foes surrender;
The storm gone by, it shall gild the sky,

As a rainbow of peace and splendor.
Then hail the true, — etc.

Peace, peace to the world — is our motto unfurled,

Tho' we shun not a field that is gory;
At home or abroad, fearing none but our God,

We will carve out our pathway to glory!
Then hail the true, — etc.

— T. Buchanan Read.


HEN children pick a flower to pieces, just to see how it is
made, casting its petals to the ground — that destroys both
its bright colors and its fragrance. Not so when they first
look at the flag, see that it is made up of three colors, and
then try to find out with the " mind's eye " what each color
stands for. That is a very pleasant and a very profitable exercise.
Now, while it would be a good thing for the boys and girls in a school
to think out the meaning of the tricolor for themselves, it will do no
harm to give them a hint upon which they may work.

Take then the red. Did you ever think how the red tide which
we call " blood " courses through the body, and how it supplies the
very life-power of the body? So, the red in the flag is the symbol of the
life of the nation. And again: When you read how the life-blood
of men is poured out upon the battle-field, how can you help thinking
of the bravery of those men! So, the red of the flag speaks of Courage.
That for which white stands, the world over, is purity. So, the
white in the flag proclaims that sense of Honor which is the safeguard
and strength of the nation — that feeling and conscience which keep
the citizen from doing anything which will offend against the law or
weaken the moral power of the nation.

Who does not know that blue stands for loyalty? Who has not
heard the expression " true blue? " So, the blue in the flag means
Patriotism — that steadfastness of purpose, that devotion to native land,
which makes the citizen proud of every noble deed of his countrymen,
and willing to undergo any trials for her dear sake.





When man with things mortal is through,

When time shall its sceptre resign,
When follows the final review,

Who shall hold the right of the line?
The Captain shall make the award,

Fit place unto each shall assign.
Who, who in Thine army, O Lord,

Shall be given the right of the line?

The nation which gains the award,

Which wins by the right that's divine,
Which holds by the will of the Lord,

Unchallenged, the right of the line;
Shall blazon her banner with stars,

Stars brighter the sky never knew —
Shall deck it with rainbow-hued bars,

The Red and the White and the Bluel

Our country! to Liberty true,

Which ne'er in her service shall fail,
Resisting the rule of the few

That thus may the many prevail.
Our country! which fights the good fight

For manhood where'er it may be,
Which stands for the right 'gainst the might,

Inspiring all lands to be free.

'Tis she who shall be of best cheer

When summoned to final review;
She'll answer with never a fear —

No trembling for those that are true;
All hail her! 'neath Heaven's blue arch

No flag can the Union's outshine,
And they who beneath it shall march

Will be found at the right of the line.


O goddess of learning, whene'er

A temple is reared unto thee,
Raised high let our banner appear,

The beautiful flag of the free;
For know that whene'er 'tis unfurled,

Thou best canst thy mission pursue,
Thy torch shall illumine the world,

Beaming bright 'neath the red, white and blue.

O goddess of learning, whene'er

A temple is reared unto thee,
Raised high let our banner appear,

The beautiful flag of the free.
Thus they who its splendors behold,

Shall learn as its fame they recall,
A lesson more precious than gold —

The duty of each unto all.

As they gaze their souls shall expand,

Till in ecstacy rises their cry,
" We also at Freedom's command,
Shall count it all honor to die.
To our sires we swear to be true,
Whose memory ever shall shine,
And march in the final review,

With them at the right of the line."

— Wm. H. McElroy.
[Read before the Albany High School on the occasion of presentation of flags by
the Grand Army of the Republic]

At Oriskany five British standards were captured, and upon return-
ing to Fort Stanwix they were hoisted and above them an uncouth
flag, intended tO' represent the American stars and stripes.

This rude banner, hastily extemporized out of a white shirt, an
old blue coat, and some stripes of red flannel, was the first American
flag with stars and stripes ever hoisted in victory.

It was flung to the breeze on the memorable day of Oriskany,
August 6, 1777.

The following explanation of the colors and symbolic meaning
of the " Stars and Stripes," was written by a member of the old Con-
tinental Congress, to whom, with others, was committed the duty of
selecting a flag for the infant confederacy:



" The stars of the new flag represent the constellation of States ris-
ing in the West. The idea was taken from the constellation Lyra,
which in the hand of Orpheus signifies harmony. The blue in the field
was taken from the edges of the Covenanter's banner in Scotland,
significant of the league covenant of the United Colonies against op-
pression, involving the virtues of vigilance, perseverance and justice.
The stars were in a circle, symbolizing the perpetuity of the Union;
the ring, like the circling serpent of the Egyptians, signifying eternity.
The thirteen stripes showed with the stars, the number of the United
Colonies, and denoted the subordination of the States to the Union,
as well as equality among themselves. The whole was the blending of
the various flags previous to the Union flag, viz.: The red flag of the
armies and the white of floating batteries. The red color, which in
the Roman day was the signal of defiance, denotes daring, the blue
fidelity, and the white purity."

There is the national flag! He must be cold, indeed, who can
look upon its folds rippling in the breeze without pride of country. If
he be in a foreign land, the flag is companionship, and country itself,
with all its endearments. Who, as he sees it, can think of a State
merely? Whose eye, once fastened upon its radiant trophies, can fail
to recognize the image of the whole nation?

It has been called a " floating piece of poetry; " and yet, I know
not if it have any intrinsic beauty beyond other ensigns. Its highest
beauty is in what it symbolizes. It is because it represents all, that
all gaze at it with delight and reverence. It is a piece of bunting, lifted
in the air; but it speaks sublimely, and every part has a voice. Its
stripes of alternate red and white proclaim the original union of thirteen
States to maintain the Declaration of Independence. Its stars, white
on a field of blue, proclaim that union of States constituting our
national constellation, which receives a new star with every new State.
The two, together, signify union, past and present. The very colors
have a language which was officially recognized by our fathers. White
is for purity, red for valor, blue for justice; and all together, bunting,
stripes, stars, and colors, blazing in the sky, make the flag of our
country, to be cherished by all our hearts, to be upheld by all our
hands. — Charles Sumner.


D. T. Shaw.

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2. When war wing'dits widedes - o - la - tion,

3. The star-spangled ban-ner bring hith-er,

The home of the brave and the free, The

And threaten'dthe land to de - form, The

O'er Colum-bia's true sons let it wave; May the

shrine of each pa - triot'sde - vo -tion,
ark then of free-dom'sfoun-da - tion,
wreaths they have won nev • er with-er,

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lum - bia, rode safe thro' the storm : With the

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fry a -round her,
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T is well for us to keep in mind not only the birthdays of the
jU men who have done great deeds for their country, but on
liill certain occasions also their deathdays. Thus, the one
flif hundredth anniversary of the death of George Washington
was observed on December 14, 1899, in many places, by
many people. At such a time, the flag is not raised clear to
the top of the pole or "mast," but about half-way,— and so we
get the words, " the flag at half-mast," as a symbol of the sorrow
of the true patriots for a great soldier and statesman dying long
ago (like Washington), or perhaps for one just fallen out from the
ranks of the living, like that brave sailor, Lieut. Brumby (died Decem-
ber 17, 1899), the flag lieutenant of Admiral Dewey. This heroic
officer and faithful friend of the Admiral stood by him in the great
naval fight at Manila. Daring and devoted as he was, why should not
the flags throughout his native State of Georgia be placed at half-
mast, and his fellow-citizens recall and record his bravery and

So it is by keeping in remembrance the brave deeds of those
patriots who have died — by telling over again and again the story
of their loyalty — by visiting the places made famous by them,— by
all these things and in many other ways, that children even may learn
many a lesson in true patriotism; and the half-masted flag teaches the




How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
With all their country's wishes blest!
When Spring, with dewy fingers cold,
Returns to deck their hallowed mould,
She there shall dress a sweeter sod
Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.


By fairy hands their knell is rung;
By forms unseen their dirge is sung;
There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray
To bless the turf that wraps their clay;
And Freedom shall awhile repair,
To dwell a weeping hermit there.

— William Collins.

The past rises before me like a dream. Again we are in the great
struggle for national life. We hear the sounds of preparation, the
music of the boisterous drums, the silvery voices of heroic bugles.
We see thousands of assemblages, and hear the appeals of orators;
we see the pale cheeks of women, and the flushed faces of men, and
in those assemblages we see all the dead whose dust we have covered
with flowers. We lose sight of them no more. * * * We see
them all as they march proudly away under the flaunting flags, keeping
time to the wild, grand music of war, marching down the streets of
the great cities, through the towns and across the prairies down to
the fields of glory, to do and to die for the eternal right. We go with
them one and all. We are by their side on all the gory fields, in all
the hospitals of pain, on all the weary marches. We stand guard with
them in the wild storm and under the quiet stars. We are with them
in ravines running with blood, in the furrows of old fields. We are
with them between contending hosts, unable to move, wild with thirst,
the life ebbing slowly away among the withered leaves. We see them
pierced by balls and torn with shells in the trenches by forts, and in
the whirlwind of the charge, where men become iron, with nerves of
steel. We are at home when the news comes that they are dead. We
see the maiden in the shadow of her first sorrow. We see the silvered
head of the old man bowed with the last grief. These heroes are
dead. They died for liberty. They died for us. They are at rest.
They sleep in the land they made free, under the flag they rendered
stainless, under the solemn pines, the sad hemlocks, the tearful wil-
lows, and the embracing vines. They sleep beneath the shadows of
the clouds, careless alike of sunshine or of storm, each in the window-
less palace of rest. Earth may run red with other wars; they are at
peace. In the midst of battle, in the roar of conflict, they found the
serenity of death. I have one sentiment for the soldiers living and
dead: Cheers for the living, and tears for the dead. — Robert G. Ingersoll.


And I saw a phantom army come,
With never a sound of fife or drum,
But keeping step to a muffled hum

Of wailing lamentation;
The martyred heroes of Malvern Hill,
Of Gettysburg and Chancellorsville,
The men whose wasted bodies fill

The patriot graves of the nation.

And there came the unknown dead, the men
Who died in fever-swamp and fen,
The slowly starved of prison pen;

And marching beside the others,
Came the dusky martyrs of Pillow's fight,
With limbs enfranchised and hearing bright,
I thought — 'twas the pale moonlight —

They looked as white as their brothers.

And so all night marched the nation's dead.
With never a banner above them spread,
No sign, save the bare, uncovered head

Of the silent, grim Reviewer;
With never an arch but the vaulted sky,
With not a flower save those which lie
On distant graves, for love could buy

No gift that was purer or truer.

So all night long moved the strange array,
So all night long till the break of day
I watched for one who had passed away

With a reverent awe and wonder;
Till a blue cap waved in the lengthening line,
And I knew that one who was kin of mine
Had come, and I spoke — and lo! that sign

Wakened me from my slumber.

— Bret Harte.




The muffled drum's sad roll has beat

The soldier's last tattoo;
No more on Life's parade shall meet

That brave and fallen few.
On Fame's eternal camping ground

Their silent tents are spread,
And Glory guards with solemn round,

The bivouac of the dead.

Thus 'neath their parent turf, they rest,

Far from the gory field,
Borne to a Spartan mother's breast

On many a bloody shield.
The sunshine of their native sky

Smiles sadly on them here,
And kindred eyes and hearts watch by

The heroes' sepulchre.

Rest on, embalmed and sainted dead;

Dear is the blood you gave.
No impious footsteps here shall tread

The herbage of your grave.
Nor shall your glory be forgot

While Fame her record keeps,
Or Honor points the hallowed spot

Where Valor proudly sleeps.

[It was a Southern soldier, Theodore O'Hara, of Kentucky, who wrote the
immortal lines above since cast in bronze, and placed in the national cemeteries where
lie the soldiers who fell for the Union. This refers to last stanza only.]


Close his eyes; his work is done!

What to him is friend or foeman,
Rise of moon or set of sun,

Hand of man or kiss of woman?

Laj him low, lay him low,
In the clover or the snow!
What cares he? He cannot know;
Lay him low.


Fold him in his country's stars,
Roll the drum and fire the volley!

What to him are all our wars?
What but death-bemocking folly?

Leave him to God's watching eye;

Trust him to the 'Hand that made him.
Mortal love weeps idly by,

God alone has power to aid him.

— George Henry Boker.


Let them rest where nodding clover
Covers husband, friend and lover,
Where the long cool grass leans over,

And the stars their watches keep;
Where with drowsy murmurings
Haunts the bees with tireless wings;
Where all night the cricket sings,

Let them sleep.

Under the guns of the fort on the hill,
Daisies are blossoming, buttercups fill;
Up the grey ramparts the scaling vine flings
High its green ladders, and falters and clings,

Under the guns,
Under the guns of the fort on the hill.

Under the guns of the fort on the hill,
Once shook the earth with the cannonade's thrill;
Once trod those buttercups feet that, now still,
Lie all at rest, in the trench by the mill,

Under the guns,
Under the guns of the fort on the hill.

How they went forth to die!
Pale, earnest thousands, from the busy mills,
And sun-browned thousands from the harvest hills,
Quick, eager thousands from the busy streets.
And storm-tossed thousands from the fishers' fleets,

How they went forth to die!


(Air: Yankee Doodle — each stanza sung to first half of solo.)

Roll a river wide and strong,

Like the tides a-swinging;
Lift the joyful floods of song,

Set the mountains ringing.

Chorus: Run the lovely banner high!
Morning's crimson glory,
Field as blue as God's own sky,
And every star a story.

Drown the guns, outsound the bells,

In the rocking steeple,
While the chorus throbs and swells

Of a happy people.

Chorus: Run the lovely banner, etc.

For our darling flag we sing,

Pride of all the nation,
Flag that never knew a king,

Freedom's constellation.

Chorus: Run the lovely banner, etc.

Blest be God, fraternal wars

Once for all are ended,
And the gashes and the scars

Peace and time have mended.

Chorus: Run the lovely banner, etc.

Massachusetts, Maryland,

Tennessee, Nebraska,
One, Columbia's daughters stand

From Georgia to Alaska.

Chorus: Run the lovely banner, etc.

Staff and masthead swing it forth —

Liberty unblighted,
West and East and South and North

Evermore united!

Chorus: Run the lovely banner, etc.

— M. Woolsey Stryker.


T is well for each boy and girl to own a flag — small and
inexpensive, — or for each district to furnish a sufficient
number. The flags can be lightly fastened upon the wall,
transforming bare and cheerless spots into a bright glow
of colors; or, if patriotic pictures are on the walls, the flags
may be draped about them with excellent effect. Another
plan is to " stack " the flags on the platform or stage, or place them in
a rack provided for the purpose.

Now, let us suppose that the day is so fair, the weather so fine,
that the flags can be displayed out-of-doors. Good! give the chil-
dren the blessed tonic of the fresh air. At a given signal, let each
pupil take a flag from wall or stack or rack. Marshalling them into
line, preceded, if convenient, by a standard-bearer carrying a good-
sized flag or the school banner, let them march — singing a patriotic
verse or two — till they come to the flagstaff on the school green, or
to a spot whence they may see the flag at the roof-peak. Then, at a
proper signal from the teacher, let them salute the flag and repeat in
unison any one of the five pledge-forms printed below — then march
back, " stack arms " and resume seats — ready, if time permits, for
any one of the many programs of this book. If the weather is so bad
that the flag and the children must both stay in-doors, let the salute
and pledge be given as before, and any ten-minute program be taken
up, — the only difference between this and the out-door exercise being,

that in this the flags are left in their places on platform or walls.





Uncover to the flag; bare head

Sorts well with heart as, humbly bowed,
We stand in presence of the dead

Who make the flag their shroud.

Uncover to the flag, for those

Of Concord and of Bunker Hill,
The first to fire on Freedom's foes,

With shouts that echo still.

Uncover to the flag, for him

Who sang the song, the gallant Key,
When in the dawn hour, gray and dim,

He strained, its stars to see.

Uncover to the flag, for one

Who scorned to have his colors dip,
And fighting all but flying none,

Cried, " Don't give up the ship."

Uncover to the flag, for him

Who stoutly nailed it to the mast,
And dauntlessly, or sink or swim,

Stood by it to the last.

Uncover to the flag; the land

It floats above is one anew, —
The North and South, now hand in hand,

See God's skies, gray and blue.

Uncover to the flag; it flew

Above the men who manned the Maine,
The pledge that we will mete the due

Of vengeance out to Spain!

Uncover to the flag; it stands

For all of bravest, all of best,
In us with flower-laden hands,

In those who lie at rest.

— E. C. Chevcrton.


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O. R. Barrows.




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No. i.

Flag of Freedom! true to thee,

All our Thoughts, Words, Deeds shall be,—

Pledging steadfast Loyalty!

No. 2.

The toil of our Hands,
The thoughts of our Heads,
The love of our Hearts,
We pledge to our Flag!

No. 3-
By the Memories of the Past,
By the Present, flying fast,
By the Future, long to last,
Let the dear Flag wave!

No. 4-
I pledge myself to stand by the Flag that stands for Loyalty, Liberty and Law!

No. 5-
The Youth's Companion " Pledge of Allegiance." (Right hand lifted, palm down-
ward to a line with the forehead and close to it, standing thus, all repeat together
slowly:) " I pledge allegiance to my Flag and to the Republic for which it stands;
One Nation indivisible, with Liberty and Justice for All." (At the words " to my
Flag," the right hand is extended gracefully, palm upward, towards the Flag and
remains in this gesture to the end of the affirmation; whereupon all hands imme-
diately drop to the side.)

No. 6.
God hath made one blood all nations of men, and we are His children, brothers
and sisters all. We are citizens of these United States and we believe our flag
stands for self-sacrifice for the good of all the people. We want, therefore, to be
true citizens of our great country and will show our love for her by our works. Our

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