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Show E PLURIBLIS Ulllifil As they clung to the promise of God. of war, . By the bayonet tread at the midnight (By Cotter) Though many and bright are. the stars that appear On that flag by our country unfurled, And the stripes that are swelling in majesty there, Like a rainbow adorning the world. Their lights are unsulled as those in the sky By a deed that our fathers have done, And they're leagued in as true and as holy a tie, In their motto of many in one. From the hour wnen those patriots fearlessly flung . That banner of starlight abroad, Ever true to themselves, to that motto they clung. On the field where our glory was won, Oh, perish the heart or the hand that would mar Our motto of 'Many-in-One." From where the green mountain tops blend with the sky, And the giant St. (Lawrence is rolled, To the graves where the balmy Hes- perldes lies, . ' Like a dream of some prophet of old. They conquored, and dying, bequeathed be-queathed to our care, Not this boundless dominion alone. But that banner whose loveliness hallows hal-lows the air, And our motto of 'IMany-in-One." We are many-in-one while there glitters glit-ters a star, In the blue of the heavens above, And tyrants shall quail 'mid their dungeons afar, When they gaze on that motto of love. It shall shine o'er the sea 'mid the bolts of the storm, Over tempest and battle and wreck, And flame where our guns with their thunder grow warm, 'Neathhe blood on the slippery deck.( The oppressed of the earth to that standard shall fly, Wherever its folds shall be spread, And the exile shall feel 'tis his own native sky, Where Us stars shall sweep over his head. And those stars shall increase till the fullness of time, Its millions of cycles has run, . And the world shall have welcomed its mission sublime, , And the nations of earth shall be one. Then up .with that flag, let it stream on the air, Though our fathers are cold in their graves, ' They had hands that could strike, had hearts that could dare. And their sons were not born to be slaves . Up, up with that banner where'er It may call, Our millions shall rally around, Till that motto be borne to the end of the earth, And the glad cry of freedom resound. 'Epilogue to suit It to the present time by Julia E. S. Johnson: And now our dear sons have answered the call, ... As did their great grand sires of yore, And they'll stand by that flag as bravely as they, Whose blood run like rivers of gore. Would re -revel In wealth and lucre at home, While our brave sons' blood flows on the field? Wlhen sacrifice here means life over there, , . ' And that bondage . to freedom shall yeald? Nny! bring forth your wealth and your miserly hoard. Your gold, your flour, your wheat, And In the bleated name of humanity's human-ity's cause, Cast It freely at Liberty's feet Stint not our brave men who offer their lives, Nor those poor starving children of war, ( Lest God in his wrath forbid you to pass His seat at the Great Judgment iBar. Fling high that banner, those stars and those stripes, And prove "to the ungodly hun. Hint union is might and for it we'll fight. 'Till our motto be Millions-in Oie |