The Little Book of the Flag

by Eva March Tappan

You are so grand in every fold,

So linked with mighty deeds of old,

So steeped in blood where heroes fell,

So torn and pierced by shot and shell,

So calm, so still, so firm, so true,

My throat swells at the sight of you, Old Flag.

What of the men who lifted you, Old Flag,

Upon the top of Bunker's Hill,

Who crushed the Briton's cruel will,

'Mid shock and roar and crash and scream,