BY (REV.) JOSEPH C. BOOTH.
Unfurl the flag and throw it to the breeze;
See how its colors blend, red, white and blue;
Its thirteen stripes stand out before our view,
Illumined by the stars—salute it please!
As people bow, the aged veterans sees
Through patriarchal eyes the flag imbue
Three generations, in the grand review,
With flaming love—the nation's devotees!
The starry flag is waving over me;
I feel the entrancing magic of its spell,
As I recall its famous history
From Betsy Ross—without a parallel.
Salute the flag! the nation's standard greet!
The ensign that has never met defeat!
Troy Times. June 14, 1915.