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OUR FLAG IN THE DESERT, by            
First Line: A piastre, o night! For a crust of mirth
Last Line: The oasis of peace will rise there in the sands.
Subject(s): Flags; Peace

A piastre, O night! for a crust of mirth
'Mid sorrow, plight, and war grown salutary.
A piastre, O moon! thou withered dame of lustrous
Ray, for the swooning tresses of youthful fire
That teemed like the skins of snakes in gold.
A piastre, O stars! with the lidless eyes for your lights
Of love, and gleams of prayer and joys that curled
In the children's hair, in the dreams of youth 'mid the things
That lived to the whir of the things that are.

A piastre, O desert! with thy sandy floor,
With thy blasting blizzard and caravan,
For the Wizard of Peace, though his eyes are dimmed
In the blazing and streaming of war;
For there's a Flag with Stars on thy cold grey face
And Stripes interweaving to strangle old Mars.

A piastre, O night! stars, desert, and moon!
Soon kissed by these colours that wave in far lands,—
France, Belgium, Italia, and Egypt,—perchance
The Oasis of Peace will rise there in the sands.

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