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286 THE SONG OF OUR FLAG.
I 've seen flags, glorious, Borne back victorious From fields notorious
For blood and strife ; For whose maintaining The brave, disdaining Dread missiles raining,
Gave up their life. Of these flags, gory, I 've heard the glory In song and story,
Told tenderly ; But thy stars gleaming, Thy broad stripes streaming, In all my dreaming
I ever see.
With trimmings golden,
Seem to embolden,
The claims of these ; Such empty tender Of royal splendor I all surrender,
With greatest ease. See our flag yonder, — On that I ponder,