Arms And The Man. - The Flag Of The Republic.

My harp soon ceases; but I here allege     Its strings are in my heart and tremble there:     My Song's last strain shall be a claim and pledge -             A claim, a pledge, a prayer!     I stand, as stood, in storied days of old,     Vasco Balboa staring o'er bright seas     When fair Pacific's tide of limpid gold             Surged up against his knees.     For haughty Spain, her banner in his hand,     He claimed a New World, sea, and plain, and crag -     I claim the Future's Ocean for this land             And here I plant her flag!     Float out, oh flag, from Freedom's burnished lance!     Float out, oh flag, in Red, and White, and Blue!     The Union's colors and the hues of France             Commingled on the view!     Float out, oh flag, and all thy splendors wake!     Float out, oh flag, above our Hero's bed!     Float out, oh flag, and let thy blazon take         New glories from the dead!     Float out, oh flag, o'er Freedom's noblest types!     Float out, oh flag, all free of blot or stain!     Float out, oh flag, the "Roses" in thy stripes         Forever blent again!     Float out, oh flag, and float in every clime!     Float out, oh flag, and blaze on every sea!     Float out, oh flag, and float as long as Time         And Space themselves shall be!     Float out, oh flag, o'er Freedom's onward march!     Float out, oh flag, in Freedom's starry sheen!     Float out, oh flag, above the Union's arch         Where Washington is seen!     Float out, oh flag, above a smiling Land!     Float out, oh flag, above a peaceful sod!     Float out, oh flag, thy staff within the hand         Beneficent of God!