Julia A. Moore

The Sweet Singer of Michigan


THE FLAG

See the glorious stars and stripes,
      Floating over there;
See how gracefully they wave
      In the summer air.
We love to see that starry flag,
      Wave in peace with ease,
And its colors, red, white and blue,
      Unfurled to the breeze.

God grant that flag may ever wave
      O'er our native land,
Where sons of freemen are united
      In a happy band,
To celebrate the glorious Fourth,
      The day we should adore;
Hail each anniversary day,
      Now and evermore.

Our fathers fought beneath that flag
      In the days of yore,
To gain their freedom from British laws,
      Which they could not endure.
The cry was then for liberty,
      On land and on sea;
They gained the glorious victory --
      Our country now is free.

The land of Columbia's sons,
      To-day is filled with joy;
Every heart should beat as one,
      In the blessings we enjoy.
We should love our native land,
      Where our fathers died,
We should keep the country free --
      The early pilgrim's pride.

See the glorious stars and stripes,
      Waving over there,
See the starry emblem, friends,
      Floating in the air.
Proud it waves o'er our land,
      Where it has waved for years,
May every freeman greet that flag
      With three rousing cheers.


Reprinted from The Sweet Singer of Michigan: Poems by Mrs. Julia A. Moore ,
ed. Walter Blair (Chicago: Pascal Covici, 1928).
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