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Show On my head must lie the blame. Now, with patriotic hands, 1 release you from your strands. And a spotless flag shall fly Here to greet each passerby. Never more shull Hag of mine a sad and sorry sign Tilling all who look above 1 neglect the thing I love. 'Mil my flag of faith shall bo Fit for every eye to see (Copyright 19.18 by Edgar A. Guest.) FLYING A CLEAN FLAG fBy Edgar A. Guest) This I heard the old Hag say As I passed It yesterday: "Months ago your friendly hands Fastened me on slender strands And with patriotic love Placed me here to wave above Y( u and yours, I heard you say On that long departed day; Flag oi all that s true and fine Wave above this house of mine; lie the first at break of day And the last at night to say Tc the world this word of cheer:. Loyalty abideth here. "Here on every wind that's blown Oer your portal I have flown; Rain and snow have battered me Storms at night have tatteied me; Dust of street and chimney stack. Day by day have stained me black, And I've watched you passing there, Wondering how much you care. Have you noticed that your flag, Is today a wind-blown rag? Hoe your love so careless grow Ky the long neglect you've shown That you never raise your eye T) the symbol lhat you fly? Flag on which no stain has been, "fin my sin that you're unclean, Then 1 answer in my shame, |