It is sacred as the stars.
The spirit of Man lifts it up into the sky
That holds all stars, all flags.
I believe that a flag cannot be dishonored forever
By any deed of men.
Let it but fly awhile, and the wind will winnow it,
And the fierce pure sun will purge it, will wash it clean;
For the souls of races and nations live in the sky,
And are forever better than the deeds men do.
There was a man who burned with fire