See the glorious stars and stripes, <br />Floating over there; <br />See how gracefully they wave <br />In the summer air. <br />We love to see that starry flag, <br />Wave in peace with ease, <br />And its colors, red, white and blue, <br />Unfurled to the breeze. <br /> <br />God grant that flag may ever wave <br />O'er our native land, <br />Where sons of freemen are united <br />In a happy band, <br />To celebrate the glorious Fourth, <br />The day we should adore; <br />Hail each anniversary day, <br />Now and evermore. <br /> <br />Our fathers fought beneath that flag <br />In the days of yore, <br />To gain their freedom from British laws, <br />Which they could not endure. <br />The cry was then for liberty, <br />On land and on sea; <br />They gained the glorious victory -- <br />Our country now is free. <br /> <br />The land of Columbia's sons, <br />To-day is filled with joy; <br />Every heart should beat as one, <br />In the blessings we enjoy. <br />We should love our native land, <br />Where our fathers died, <br />We should keep the country free -- <br />The early pilgrim's pride. <br /> <br />See the glorious stars and stripes, <br />Waving over there, <br />See the starry emblem, friends, <br />Floating in the air. <br />Proud it waves o'er our land, <br />Where it has waved for years, <br />May every freeman greet that flag <br />With three rousing cheers.<br /><br />Julia A Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-flag-2/
