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Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed. (1838–1915). Yale Book of American Verse.  1912.
 
Joseph Rodman Drake. 1795–1820
 
30. The American Flag
 
WHEN Freedom from her mountain height 
  Unfurled her standard to the air, 
She tore the azure robe of night, 
  And set the stars of glory there. 
She mingled with its gorgeous dyes         5
The milky baldric of the skies, 
And striped its pure celestial white 
With streakings of the morning light; 
Then from his mansion in the sun 
She called her eagle bearer down,  10
And gave into his mighty hand 
The symbol of her chosen land. 
  
Majestic monarch of the cloud, 
  Who rear'st aloft thy regal form, 
To hear the tempest trumpings loud  15
And see the lightning lances driven, 
  When strive the warriors of the storm, 
And rolls the thunder-drum of heaven, 
Child of the sun! to thee 't is given 
  To guard the banner of the free,  20
To hover in the sulphur smoke, 
To ward away the battle stroke, 
And bid its blendings shine afar, 
Like rainbows on the cloud of war, 
  The harbingers of victory!  25
  
Flag of the brave! thy folds shall fly, 
The sign of hope and triumph high, 
When speaks the signal trumpet tone, 
And the long line comes gleaming on. 
Ere yet the life-blood, warm and wet,  30
Has dimmed the glistening bayonet, 
Each soldier eye shall brightly turn 
To where thy sky-born glories burn, 
And, as his springing steps advance, 
Catch war and vengeance from the glance.  35
And when the cannon-mouthings loud 
Heave in wild wreaths the battle shroud, 
And gory sabres rise and fall 
Like shoots of flame on midnight's pall; 
  Then shall thy meteor glances glow,  40
And cowering foes shall shrink beneath 
  Each gallant arm that strikes below 
That lovely messenger of death. 
  
Flag of the seas! on ocean wave 
Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave;  45
When death, careering on the gale, 
Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail, 
And frighted waves rush wildly back 
Before the broadside's reeling rack, 
Each dying wanderer of the sea  50
Shall look at once to heaven and thee, 
And smile to see thy splendors fly 
In triumph o'er his closing eye. 
  
Flag of the free heart's hope and home! 
  By angel hands to valor given;  55
Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, 
  And all thy hues were born in heaven. 
Forever float that standard sheet! 
  Where breathes the foe but falls before us, 
With Freedom's soil beneath our feet,  60
  And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us? 
 
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