Old Glory Poem by Raymond Garfield Dandridge

Old Glory



God's placid heavens mother you,
His sunsets blend your bars,
His endless fields of midnight blue
Serve background for your stars.

So near immortal Emblem grand,
Cradled in the sky,
As long as earth and heavens stand,
You will not—shall not die!

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