UNFURL OUR STANDARD HIGH.

Unfurl our standard high!

Its glorious folds shall wave Where'er the land looks to the sky,

Or ocean's surges lave!

And when, beneath its shade, the brave,
With patriotic ire,

Combat for glory or the grave,

It shall their hearts inspire
With that chivalric spark which first
Upon our foes in terror burst!

Unfurl the stripes and stars!

They evermore shall be

Victorious on the field of Mars
Triumphant on the sea!

And when th' o'erruling fates decree
The bolt of war to throw,

Thou, sacred banner of the free,

Shall daunt the bravest foe;

And never shall thy stars decline

Till circling suns have ceased to shine.

- Owen Grenliffe Warren.

to

She cautioned them all
There was none oth-er like it in all

look their best When they visited her that night. the world, For Freedom had made it herself. That Dame Freedom kissed her be-fore them all, "You're my favorite child,"she said.

a fair, O what will you wear? Too poor for a
a cheer for the liber ty cap, With its stripes of the

stylish red, white, and