Old Glory is a gallant flag, It speaks of days gone by When hero spirits did not lag, But sprang to do or die. Old Glory tells of triumphs old, Brave deeds on land and sea; But now my service flag, behold! New Glory is to me. Beside Old Glory, floating fair In red and white and blue, New Glory leaps upon the air To those dear colors true: Still red, the love of beating heart; Still white, the pure design; Still blue of truth's eternal art; Still stars that loyal shine. Old Glory has a noble tale Superbly to relate: The thirteen States that did not fail, The splendid forty-eight. New Glory, in a simple way, So modest and so clear, Has only one short word to say, But oh, how proudly dear! Old Glory means our mighty land, And now the brother earth; New Glory means my hero's hand, My hero's dauntless worth. Old Glory fills the farthest marge, New Glory decks a wall; But all Old Glory means in large New Glory means in small. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN LOVE GOES by SARA TEASDALE SHUT OUT THAT MOON by THOMAS HARDY LIFE [AND THE FLOWERS] by GEORGE HERBERT MAIDEN MELANCHOLY by RAINER MARIA RILKE SUNDAY MORNING by WALLACE STEVENS THE IDEAL GENERAL by ARCHILOCHUS |