To keep it bright
Is not along the way,
Nor 'cross the foam,
But here at home
Within ourselves—to-day.
'Tis we must love
That flag above
With all our might and main;
For from our hands—
Not distant lands—
To keep it bright
Is not along the way,
Nor 'cross the foam,
But here at home
Within ourselves—to-day.
'Tis we must love
That flag above
With all our might and main;
For from our hands—
Not distant lands—