UP to the breeze of the morning I fling you, Blending your folds with the dawn in the sky; There let the people behold you, and bring you Love and devotion that never shall die. Proudly, agaze at your glory, I stand, Flag o' my land! flag o' my land! Standard most glorious! banner of beauty! Whither you beckon me there will I go, Only to you, after God, is my duty; Unto no other allegiance I owe. Heart of me, soul of me, yours to command, Flag o' my land! flag o' my land! Pine to palmetto and ocean to ocean, Though of strange nations we get our increase, Here are your worshipers one in devotion, Whether the bugles blow battle or peace. Take us and make us your patriot band, Flag o' my land! flag o' my land! Now to the breeze of the morning I give you Ah! but the days when the staff will be bare! Teach us to see you and love you and live you When the light fades and your folds are not there. Dwell in the hearts that are yours to command, Flag o' my land! flag o' my land! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THOSE VARIOUS SCALPELS by MARIANNE MOORE RETREATS by CARRIE ADAMS BERRY THE INDIAN SIGN by BERTON BRALEY UNCHANGING THEME by FLORENCE BROOKS THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: 'CARPE DIEM' by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE WANDERER: 4. IN SWITZERLAND: A QUIET MOMEMENT by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |