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Show THE BEST DECORATION. They've hung a big Old Glory on a rope acroris the street. And just to see it flutter puts a tickle in my feet And sends a crinkle up my back and down, into each arm It makes me hear the bugle call and feel war's awful charm: I hear the fife notes shrilling and the throbbing of the drum: I hear the yell of battle as the thund'- rous hoof thuds come: I see men's bodies falling, though their j spirits never lag j Such thrills as thi.r run through me j when I sec that swaying flag! j Look look! The breeze has caught it ! up and holds it while the sun j Sets all its stripes a -glitter, while the i ripples race and run! The glory of those ruddy bands shut in by lanes of white. ; Flood all my dusky deskroom with a ; lingering. loving light : j I drop my work enraptured; while, to , break that magic spell. I doff my hat and wave it with a loud, i ecstatic yell I love that Hag! I love it with a love 'twould dare and die-God die-God blcps those glorious stripes and stars flung out against the sky! I love it as did Francis Key, who ' penned th' immortal song: I love it with a fervor that can never ' think it wrong; I I love it for the freedom it has "given unto men: I love itfor its beauty, for its gracefulness, grace-fulness, and then 1 love it w ith the patriot love that ! never wonders why, But sheds hot tears whene'er those folds he sees athwart t he ky; I love it for the lessons it has taught to men of brag-But, brag-But, most of all. 1 love it just because it iu OUR FLAG! Baltimore American. |