Its blue of truth, and all its stars
Are hopes for grander days to bless;
For it, for all who made it great,
The living ones or sacred dead,
We thank Thee through our smiles and tears
Who love its white and blue and red.
We’ll take it as their sacred trust,
And, as they, keep it true and tried,
To pass it stainless when we die,
That all its love and truth abide.