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The Conquered Banner

Furl that Banner, for 'tis weary;
Round its staff 'tis drooping dreary;
Furl it, fold it, it is best;
For there's not a man to wave it,
And there's not a sword to save it,
And there's no one left to lave it
In the blood that heroes gave it;
And its foes now scorn and brave it;
Furl it, hide it-let it rest!
Take that banner down! 'tis tattered;
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Paul Hampton Harty Jr. 12 November 2019
Well done. Poem captured my heart from the first word, made me sad for those who fought under the described flag and then witnessed the last flapping of the flag in a defeated section of America! I have the honor of being descended from some of the men that fought for that flag, and it broke my heart to read the message folded among the line of print! Good advice though - " Fold it, treat it gently for it is holy" ! Thanks for printing it!
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