Stand by the Flag.Copied by permission ofFirth, Pond & Co., 547 Broadway, owners of the copyright.Stand by the flag, its folds have stream’d in glory,To foes a fear, to friends a festal robe,And spread in rythmic lines the sacred story,Of freedom’s triumphs over all the globe;Stand by the flag on land and ocean billow;By it your fathers stood unmoved and true;Living defended; dying, from their pillow,With their last blessing, pass’d it on to you.Stand by the flag, though death-shots round it rattle;And underneath its waving folds have met,In all the dread array of sanguine battle,The quivering lance and glittering bayonet,Stand by the flag, all doubt and treason scorning,Believe with courage firm and faith sublimeThat it will float until the eternal morningPales in its glories all the lights of time.
Copied by permission ofFirth, Pond & Co., 547 Broadway, owners of the copyright.
Stand by the flag, its folds have stream’d in glory,To foes a fear, to friends a festal robe,And spread in rythmic lines the sacred story,Of freedom’s triumphs over all the globe;Stand by the flag on land and ocean billow;By it your fathers stood unmoved and true;Living defended; dying, from their pillow,With their last blessing, pass’d it on to you.Stand by the flag, though death-shots round it rattle;And underneath its waving folds have met,In all the dread array of sanguine battle,The quivering lance and glittering bayonet,Stand by the flag, all doubt and treason scorning,Believe with courage firm and faith sublimeThat it will float until the eternal morningPales in its glories all the lights of time.
Stand by the flag, its folds have stream’d in glory,To foes a fear, to friends a festal robe,And spread in rythmic lines the sacred story,Of freedom’s triumphs over all the globe;Stand by the flag on land and ocean billow;By it your fathers stood unmoved and true;Living defended; dying, from their pillow,With their last blessing, pass’d it on to you.Stand by the flag, though death-shots round it rattle;And underneath its waving folds have met,In all the dread array of sanguine battle,The quivering lance and glittering bayonet,Stand by the flag, all doubt and treason scorning,Believe with courage firm and faith sublimeThat it will float until the eternal morningPales in its glories all the lights of time.
Stand by the flag, its folds have stream’d in glory,To foes a fear, to friends a festal robe,And spread in rythmic lines the sacred story,Of freedom’s triumphs over all the globe;Stand by the flag on land and ocean billow;By it your fathers stood unmoved and true;Living defended; dying, from their pillow,With their last blessing, pass’d it on to you.
Stand by the flag, its folds have stream’d in glory,
To foes a fear, to friends a festal robe,
And spread in rythmic lines the sacred story,
Of freedom’s triumphs over all the globe;
Stand by the flag on land and ocean billow;
By it your fathers stood unmoved and true;
Living defended; dying, from their pillow,
With their last blessing, pass’d it on to you.
Stand by the flag, though death-shots round it rattle;And underneath its waving folds have met,In all the dread array of sanguine battle,The quivering lance and glittering bayonet,Stand by the flag, all doubt and treason scorning,Believe with courage firm and faith sublimeThat it will float until the eternal morningPales in its glories all the lights of time.
Stand by the flag, though death-shots round it rattle;
And underneath its waving folds have met,
In all the dread array of sanguine battle,
The quivering lance and glittering bayonet,
Stand by the flag, all doubt and treason scorning,
Believe with courage firm and faith sublime
That it will float until the eternal morning
Pales in its glories all the lights of time.