THE PINE-TREE FLAG
Our woodsbred northern women (There were no weaklings there:Maine, Hampshire, Massachusetts, Vermont, their glory share;They were New England women, as brave as they were fair)—Our woodsbred northern women (They sent their sires and sons,The husbands of their bosoms, their well-beloved ones,To dare the foeman’s anger and to face the foeman’s guns)—Our woodsbred northern women (whose men went forth to war)Wove ’mid the woods a banner their bairns and brothers bore,Wove ’mid the woods a banner to carry on before.Our woodsbred northern women wove not in red or gold;There were no stripes of crimson, no constellations bold;It was a simpler pattern their aspirations told.Our woodsbred northern women a simpler flag disclose;Upon the snowy linen like their New England snows,By women’s hands embroidered, a single pine-tree rose.Our woodsbred northern women knew naught of warlike things,The bloody skill of soldiers, the heavy pomp of kings;They knew no better music than that the pine-tree sings.Our woodsbred northern women (There were no weaklings there)Wove not a blood-red banner for sire and son to bear—But northern snow, and pine-tree, and purity, and pray’r.Our woodsbred northern women (whose men went forth to war)Sent them not forth in passion to fight on sea and shoreBut with a holy purpose gave up the sons they bore.Our woodsbred northern women, no more against the skiesYour strange, unwarlike banner in cause or conflict flies;But we see your souls courageous in your children’s children’s eyes.
Our woodsbred northern women (There were no weaklings there:Maine, Hampshire, Massachusetts, Vermont, their glory share;They were New England women, as brave as they were fair)—Our woodsbred northern women (They sent their sires and sons,The husbands of their bosoms, their well-beloved ones,To dare the foeman’s anger and to face the foeman’s guns)—Our woodsbred northern women (whose men went forth to war)Wove ’mid the woods a banner their bairns and brothers bore,Wove ’mid the woods a banner to carry on before.Our woodsbred northern women wove not in red or gold;There were no stripes of crimson, no constellations bold;It was a simpler pattern their aspirations told.Our woodsbred northern women a simpler flag disclose;Upon the snowy linen like their New England snows,By women’s hands embroidered, a single pine-tree rose.Our woodsbred northern women knew naught of warlike things,The bloody skill of soldiers, the heavy pomp of kings;They knew no better music than that the pine-tree sings.Our woodsbred northern women (There were no weaklings there)Wove not a blood-red banner for sire and son to bear—But northern snow, and pine-tree, and purity, and pray’r.Our woodsbred northern women (whose men went forth to war)Sent them not forth in passion to fight on sea and shoreBut with a holy purpose gave up the sons they bore.Our woodsbred northern women, no more against the skiesYour strange, unwarlike banner in cause or conflict flies;But we see your souls courageous in your children’s children’s eyes.
Our woodsbred northern women (There were no weaklings there:Maine, Hampshire, Massachusetts, Vermont, their glory share;They were New England women, as brave as they were fair)—
Our woodsbred northern women (There were no weaklings there:
Maine, Hampshire, Massachusetts, Vermont, their glory share;
They were New England women, as brave as they were fair)—
Our woodsbred northern women (They sent their sires and sons,The husbands of their bosoms, their well-beloved ones,To dare the foeman’s anger and to face the foeman’s guns)—
Our woodsbred northern women (They sent their sires and sons,
The husbands of their bosoms, their well-beloved ones,
To dare the foeman’s anger and to face the foeman’s guns)—
Our woodsbred northern women (whose men went forth to war)Wove ’mid the woods a banner their bairns and brothers bore,Wove ’mid the woods a banner to carry on before.
Our woodsbred northern women (whose men went forth to war)
Wove ’mid the woods a banner their bairns and brothers bore,
Wove ’mid the woods a banner to carry on before.
Our woodsbred northern women wove not in red or gold;There were no stripes of crimson, no constellations bold;It was a simpler pattern their aspirations told.
Our woodsbred northern women wove not in red or gold;
There were no stripes of crimson, no constellations bold;
It was a simpler pattern their aspirations told.
Our woodsbred northern women a simpler flag disclose;Upon the snowy linen like their New England snows,By women’s hands embroidered, a single pine-tree rose.
Our woodsbred northern women a simpler flag disclose;
Upon the snowy linen like their New England snows,
By women’s hands embroidered, a single pine-tree rose.
Our woodsbred northern women knew naught of warlike things,The bloody skill of soldiers, the heavy pomp of kings;They knew no better music than that the pine-tree sings.
Our woodsbred northern women knew naught of warlike things,
The bloody skill of soldiers, the heavy pomp of kings;
They knew no better music than that the pine-tree sings.
Our woodsbred northern women (There were no weaklings there)Wove not a blood-red banner for sire and son to bear—But northern snow, and pine-tree, and purity, and pray’r.
Our woodsbred northern women (There were no weaklings there)
Wove not a blood-red banner for sire and son to bear—
But northern snow, and pine-tree, and purity, and pray’r.
Our woodsbred northern women (whose men went forth to war)Sent them not forth in passion to fight on sea and shoreBut with a holy purpose gave up the sons they bore.
Our woodsbred northern women (whose men went forth to war)
Sent them not forth in passion to fight on sea and shore
But with a holy purpose gave up the sons they bore.
Our woodsbred northern women, no more against the skiesYour strange, unwarlike banner in cause or conflict flies;But we see your souls courageous in your children’s children’s eyes.
Our woodsbred northern women, no more against the skies
Your strange, unwarlike banner in cause or conflict flies;
But we see your souls courageous in your children’s children’s eyes.