The Birth of Our Banner.BY ROBERT M. HART.Air—Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean.When the dawn of creation was budding,To blossom in bright, balmy day,The Goddess of Light, at her waking,Was shrouded with curtains of spray,That rose as the incense of morning,From valleys resplendent with dew,To deck the broad ocean of distanceIn tints of the White, Red and Blue.And far in the blue dome of heaven,Were stars with a soft, holy ray,That have shone in an unbroken unionWhile ages have mouldered away;And Freedom, when journeying hither,The earth with its blessings to strew,Has gathered these trophies of glory,As gems for the White, Red and Blue.When man braved the wrath of Jehovah,The flood-gates of heaven aroseTo deluge the earth, in his anger,And drive from existence his foes;Still justice was tempered with mercy—On cloud-crested banners he drewHis promise to all generations,In symbols of White, Red and Blue.And thus is our Banner of FreedomBut tints of the glories aboveOf Him who has made us a nation,And bound us with garlands of love—Which none on the earth can dissever,For each on our altars renewOur oath of unshaken devotionAnd trust in the White, Red and Blue.
BY ROBERT M. HART.
Air—Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean.
When the dawn of creation was budding,To blossom in bright, balmy day,The Goddess of Light, at her waking,Was shrouded with curtains of spray,That rose as the incense of morning,From valleys resplendent with dew,To deck the broad ocean of distanceIn tints of the White, Red and Blue.And far in the blue dome of heaven,Were stars with a soft, holy ray,That have shone in an unbroken unionWhile ages have mouldered away;And Freedom, when journeying hither,The earth with its blessings to strew,Has gathered these trophies of glory,As gems for the White, Red and Blue.When man braved the wrath of Jehovah,The flood-gates of heaven aroseTo deluge the earth, in his anger,And drive from existence his foes;Still justice was tempered with mercy—On cloud-crested banners he drewHis promise to all generations,In symbols of White, Red and Blue.And thus is our Banner of FreedomBut tints of the glories aboveOf Him who has made us a nation,And bound us with garlands of love—Which none on the earth can dissever,For each on our altars renewOur oath of unshaken devotionAnd trust in the White, Red and Blue.
When the dawn of creation was budding,To blossom in bright, balmy day,The Goddess of Light, at her waking,Was shrouded with curtains of spray,That rose as the incense of morning,From valleys resplendent with dew,To deck the broad ocean of distanceIn tints of the White, Red and Blue.And far in the blue dome of heaven,Were stars with a soft, holy ray,That have shone in an unbroken unionWhile ages have mouldered away;And Freedom, when journeying hither,The earth with its blessings to strew,Has gathered these trophies of glory,As gems for the White, Red and Blue.When man braved the wrath of Jehovah,The flood-gates of heaven aroseTo deluge the earth, in his anger,And drive from existence his foes;Still justice was tempered with mercy—On cloud-crested banners he drewHis promise to all generations,In symbols of White, Red and Blue.And thus is our Banner of FreedomBut tints of the glories aboveOf Him who has made us a nation,And bound us with garlands of love—Which none on the earth can dissever,For each on our altars renewOur oath of unshaken devotionAnd trust in the White, Red and Blue.
When the dawn of creation was budding,To blossom in bright, balmy day,The Goddess of Light, at her waking,Was shrouded with curtains of spray,That rose as the incense of morning,From valleys resplendent with dew,To deck the broad ocean of distanceIn tints of the White, Red and Blue.
When the dawn of creation was budding,
To blossom in bright, balmy day,
The Goddess of Light, at her waking,
Was shrouded with curtains of spray,
That rose as the incense of morning,
From valleys resplendent with dew,
To deck the broad ocean of distance
In tints of the White, Red and Blue.
And far in the blue dome of heaven,Were stars with a soft, holy ray,That have shone in an unbroken unionWhile ages have mouldered away;And Freedom, when journeying hither,The earth with its blessings to strew,Has gathered these trophies of glory,As gems for the White, Red and Blue.
And far in the blue dome of heaven,
Were stars with a soft, holy ray,
That have shone in an unbroken union
While ages have mouldered away;
And Freedom, when journeying hither,
The earth with its blessings to strew,
Has gathered these trophies of glory,
As gems for the White, Red and Blue.
When man braved the wrath of Jehovah,The flood-gates of heaven aroseTo deluge the earth, in his anger,And drive from existence his foes;Still justice was tempered with mercy—On cloud-crested banners he drewHis promise to all generations,In symbols of White, Red and Blue.
When man braved the wrath of Jehovah,
The flood-gates of heaven arose
To deluge the earth, in his anger,
And drive from existence his foes;
Still justice was tempered with mercy—
On cloud-crested banners he drew
His promise to all generations,
In symbols of White, Red and Blue.
And thus is our Banner of FreedomBut tints of the glories aboveOf Him who has made us a nation,And bound us with garlands of love—Which none on the earth can dissever,For each on our altars renewOur oath of unshaken devotionAnd trust in the White, Red and Blue.
And thus is our Banner of Freedom
But tints of the glories above
Of Him who has made us a nation,
And bound us with garlands of love—
Which none on the earth can dissever,
For each on our altars renew
Our oath of unshaken devotion
And trust in the White, Red and Blue.