Ruth A. Black
Poem by Ruth A. Black
"Old Glory," stoutly face the wind!
Wave proud, wave proud, wave proud!
You've weathered many an anxious storm,
But never have you bowed!
You've gone before the drummer boy,
You've rallied to the fight!
Never shrinking from the fray
A warrior's welcome sight!
Brave men who love their freedom most
Are those who fought for you
Bold symbol of a nation's will
Stand fast - Red, White and Blue!
Until the time when tyrants tire
Of war and peace is come
And every off spring of the earth
Knows "Liberty" has won!
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