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THE SONG OF OUR FLAG. 285
Fling o'er my fancy
Their magic spells. See our flag yonder ! On that I ponder, And still grow fonder,
Proud flag, of thee. Thy bright stars gleaming, Thy broad stripes streaming, In all my dreaming
I seem to see.
I 've seen ovations And jubilations, To flags of nations,
In every clime ; But the wild roaring Of their adoring, To me imploring,
Had nought sublime. For memory dwelling On thy proud swelling, With sweeter telling,
Still spoke of thee — Thy bright stars gleaming, Thy broad stripes streaming, In all my dreaming
I seemed to see.