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Show Betsy Ron. A quiet house, a quiet street, A needto and a thread, A scissors and a square of blue, Some strips of white and red. And slender humls that deftly stitched The shining- sturs across 'Twas thus the flat; of Liberty Was made by llotsy Itoss. Tliounh Father Time has worn to rags The ermine robes of kings, And left the truns of war to rust Among foreotten things-, Though crowns and scepters at his touch Havo turned to dust and dross-Yet dross-Yet not a broken stitch has marred The work of Uetsy Itoss. I In stately hall and lowly home This day Its colors wave, The shelter of the world's oppressed, The beacon of the brave. Lot glory on the nation's shield Anionic the stars emboss Tim thread, the needle, and the name And fame of Uetsy Itoss, -Minna Irving, In Leslie's Weekly. |