Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE CONQUERED BANNER, by ABRAM JOSEPH RYAN

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THE CONQUERED BANNER, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Furl that banner, for 'tis weary
Last Line: For its people's hoped are fled!
Subject(s): American Civil War; Confederate States Of America; Flags - United States; Patriotism; Peace; United States - History; Confederacy; American Flag

FURL that Banner, for 't is weary;
Round its staff 't is drooping dreary:
Furl it, fold it, -- it is best;
For there's not a man to wave it,
And there's not a sword to save it,
And there's not one left to lave it
In the blood which heroes gave it,
And its foes now scorn and brave it:
Furl it, hide it, -- let it rest!

Take that Banner down! 't is tattered;
Broken is its staff and shattered;
And the valiant hosts are scattered,
Over whom it floated high.
Oh, 't is hard for us to fold it,
Hard to think there's none to hold it,
Hard that those who once unrolled it
Now must furl it with a sigh!

Furl that Banner -- furl it sadly!
Once ten thousand hailed it gladly,
And ten thousands wildly, madly,
Swore it should forever wave;
Swore that foeman's sword should never
Hearts like theirs entwined dissever,
Till that flag should float forever
O'er their freedom or their grave!

Furl it! for the hands that grasped it,
And the hearts that fondly clasped it,
Cold and dead are lying low;
And that Banner -- it is trailing,
While around it sounds the wailing
Of its people in their woe.

For, though conquered, they adore it, --
Love the cold, dead hands that bore it,
Weep for those who fell before it,
Pardon those who trailed and tore it;
And oh, wildly they deplore it,
Now to furl and fold it so!

Furl that Banner! True, 't is gory,
Yet 't is wreathed around with glory,
And 't will live in song and story
Though its folds are in the dust!
For its fame on brightest pages,
Penned by poets and by sages,
Shall go sounding down the ages --
Furl its folds though now we must.

Furl that Banner, softly, slowly!
Treat it gently -- it is holy,
For it droops above the dead.
Tough it not -- unfold it never;
Let it droop there, furled forever, --
For its people's hoped are fled!

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