December 1, 1929 & “Our Flag”

 

 

OUR FLAG

It awakens a flame in each loyal breast

Wherever men have trod,

Some may call it patriotism,

Others call it God.

 

A corner of blue all studded with stars,

Stripes of red and white . . .

Why should it be a sacred thing

So beautiful in our sight?

And yet our pulses icken

When its starry folds we see;

It awakens a flame in each loyal breast,

Our glorious flag of the free!

 

It speaks to us of wilderness trails

And an army of long ago,

Who raised it against the wintry skies

And camped in the winter snow;

Like the pillar of smoke in desert lands

Jehovah looked down to see,

Invisible hosts reenforced the small bands

Who planted the flag of the free.

 

The impress of Southern fields it bears

And the fragrance of Southern bloom,

Where the Blue and Gray in deadly fray

Decided Secession’s doom.

It faced the tyrant Spanish hordes

On the island of the sea,

It waved above the Cuban hills

To set her people free.

 

In China and the far away isles

Out in the tropical sea;

On Mexico’s cactus studded sands

Was borne our flag of the free.

Peace and protection beneath its folds,

Purchased with many a fray,

On land and sea wherever it floats

To gladden men’s hearts to day.

 

When our dear lads crossed the sea,

Nor flinched to pay our debt;

They planted our banner in alien fields

For France and Lafayette.

They raised their eyes to war drenched skies

And made to God their prayer,

The answer gemmed the clouds above,

For our ensign floated there.

 

Our ensign floats above the graves

Where flaming poppies grow,

And drapes the caskets coming home

With the lads so still below.

It awakens a flame in each loyal breast

Wherever men have trod,

Some may call it patriotism,

Others call it God.

 

And here (perhaps as consolation for that poem) are a few postcards that Ella sent to Ben when she was in Europe, in 1914, courtesy of the Vergennes Historical Society.

Swiss postcard front Swiss postcard back Glacier postcard back part of letter to Ben from Europe

 

 

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