IT surely does you good When walking up "The Hill," To see five hundred stars Beclustered on "The Mill;" It shows the boys are true To great traditions still. It rather mists your eyes, But makes your heart rejoice, To know the boys have heard The Macedonian voice, And, like their loyal sires, Have made the lofty choice. To hold the Hunnish hosts, To rescue stranger lands, To loosen millions bound By Prussian bars and bands, Are acts like those that fall With joy from heavenly hands. All blue those stars today Though some will change to gold. But be they gold or blue No star is dim or cold, Nor sets except to sink Within the banner's fold. Devotion, courage, faith, Resolve that scorns to lag, Are visualized to us Upon this Service Flag— Possessions that shall pass No more than Mansfield's crag. Beloved and old "Vermont" Enseated on "The Hill:" We cheer the stainless stars That glorify "The Mill;" We know your gallant sons Will guard your honor still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE EVENING STAR by WILLIAM BLAKE JUNGLE by WILLIMINA L. ARMSTRONG FIDELIA ARGUING WITH HER SELF ON THE DIFFICULTY FINDING TRUE RELIGION by JANE BARKER NIGHT AFTER NIGHT by GERTRUDE BLOEDE A WORD TO THE 'ELECT' by ANNE BRONTE |