FOURTH OF JULY

Fling out our banner to the breeze,Our glorious stripes and stars;Unfurl our flag, o’er land and seas—Our nation’s stars and bars!The emblem of our birthright wave,O’er hill, and vale, and plain,Till over every patriot graveOur flag shall float again.We sing to-day a nation’s pride,Sung through an hundred years,Yet pause to bless the brave who died,And mingle smiles with tears;For ’neath the hill and on the plainThe fallen heroes sleep,And while we sing our glad refrainTheir mem’ry still we keep.Thanks be to Him who rules on high,For this, our festal day—Who holds the sparrows as they fly,And guides a nation’s way;May Freedom e’er maintain her cause,Unstained by passion’s wars,And Freedom e’er proclaim her lawsBeneath the stripes and stars.—W. F. Fox.

Fling out our banner to the breeze,

Our glorious stripes and stars;

Unfurl our flag, o’er land and seas—

Our nation’s stars and bars!

The emblem of our birthright wave,

O’er hill, and vale, and plain,

Till over every patriot grave

Our flag shall float again.

We sing to-day a nation’s pride,Sung through an hundred years,Yet pause to bless the brave who died,And mingle smiles with tears;For ’neath the hill and on the plainThe fallen heroes sleep,And while we sing our glad refrainTheir mem’ry still we keep.

We sing to-day a nation’s pride,

Sung through an hundred years,

Yet pause to bless the brave who died,

And mingle smiles with tears;

For ’neath the hill and on the plain

The fallen heroes sleep,

And while we sing our glad refrain

Their mem’ry still we keep.

Thanks be to Him who rules on high,For this, our festal day—Who holds the sparrows as they fly,And guides a nation’s way;May Freedom e’er maintain her cause,Unstained by passion’s wars,And Freedom e’er proclaim her lawsBeneath the stripes and stars.

Thanks be to Him who rules on high,

For this, our festal day—

Who holds the sparrows as they fly,

And guides a nation’s way;

May Freedom e’er maintain her cause,

Unstained by passion’s wars,

And Freedom e’er proclaim her laws

Beneath the stripes and stars.

—W. F. Fox.

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