Fly low, bright birds with painted wings,
And join the song a nation sings,
A glad, and sacred jubilee,
For God has set his people free.
Sing of the flag with starry field,
Sing of the eagle and the shield,
Sing of the victories of Peace,
Sing of the time when wars shall cease.
Bloom on, sweet flowers, thy perfume shed
Above each soldier’s lowly bed;