New World and Old Glory Now fling them out the breeze, Shamrock, Thistle, and Rose, And the Star-Spangled Banner unfurl with these A message to friends and foes Wherever the sails of peace are seen and wher- A message to bond and thrall to wake, The throne of the tyrant shall rock and quake, For you are lords of a strong land and we are Yes, this is the voice of the bluff March gale; But now we have done with a worn-out tale And our friendship last long as love doth last ALFRED AUSTIN. The Name of Old Glory Old Glory! say, who 1898 By the ships and the crew, And the long, blended ranks of the Gray and the Blue Who gave you Old Glory, the name that you bear With such pride everywhere, As you cast yourself free to the rapturous air, to? Who gave you that name, with the ring of the same, And the honor and fame so becoming to you? Your stripes stroked in ripples of white and of red, With your stars at their glittering best overhead By day or by night Their delightfulest light Laughing down from their little square heaven of blue! Who gave you the name of Old Glory-say, who Who gave you the name of Old Glory? The old banner lifted and faltering then Nen World and Old Glory New Old Glory: the story we're wanting to hear World Is what the plain facts of your christening and Old Glory were, For your name—just to hear it, Repeat it, and cheer it, 's a tang to the spirit And seeing you fly, and the boys marching by, eye, And an aching to live for you always-or die, For you, floating above, And the scars of all wars and the sorrow thereof, Then the old banner leaped like a sail in the blast And fluttered an audible answer at last. And it spake with a shake of the voice, and it said: By the driven snow-white and the living blood red Of my bars and their heaven of stars overhead- cast, As I float from the steeple or flap at the mast, Or droop o'er the sod where the long grasses nod, My name is as old as the glory of God. So I came by the name of Old Glory. JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY. From "Home Folks." New World and Old Glory |