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Show The Old Color-Bearer Through the clty"s crowded highway Marches on the color-bearer: White his hair falls to his Bhoulders, White as Colorado's mountains. Proud he bears aloft the standard, Proud he bore It In the Sixties; Kenesaw and Lookout Mountain, High above the clouds It floated. Heed, ye young men, heed the lesson, Keep untarnished all its glory; Glory kindling first at Concord, Spreading West to far Malolos. Heed ye! Heed ye well the lesson! Grow not up untrained for battle; Sell ye not your precious birthright For a sordid mess of pottage. Chant our epic, fellow-patriots. Firmly weld the new-come aliens; Tell of Prescott, Hale and Reynolds, Custer, Benchley and young Cheney. Thus will all the wars and rumors I Fade away as fades the twilight, True to all our fathers died for. Firm we'll march adown the ages. G. W. Taylor In Uncle Sam's Magazine- |