The flag that he loved best,
Because he thought that out of its dead ashes
Might rise the Flag of Man.
He would have to wait a long time for that rising,
He would have to wait forever;
For live things do not rise out of ashes,
They rise out of live loves.
That man never knew that his flag had a soul,
He never knew that the world needed the soul in his flag,
And the souls in all flags.