Sea fights and land fights, grim and great, Fought to make and save the State; Weary marches and sinking ships; Cheers of victory on dying lips; Days of plenty and years of peace; March of a strong land's swift increase; Equal justice, right, and law, Stately honor and reverend awe; Sign of a nation, great and strong To ward her people from foreign wrong; Pride and glory and honor,--all Live in the colors to stand or fall. Hats off! Along the street there comes A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums; And loyal hearts are beating high. Hats off! The flag is passing by! THE STORY OF LINCOLN C. C. Hassler Tell to the boys the story of Lincoln, Tell it to them when early in youth, Tell of his struggles for knowledge to fit him, Guide him thro' manhood in honored truth. Tell them of Lincoln; yes, tell them the story, None more worthy of honor than he; None was more proud of our national glory; None was more true to the flag of the free. Tell to the boys the story of Lincoln; Tell of his loyalty, tell of his hate-- Not toward men, but the infamous measures False to the nation, the home and the state. Tell them; yes, tell them, his highest ambition Was of all men in the nation to stand Close to the hearts of the people who loved him-- Loved him and chose him to rule in the land. Tell to the boys the sad story of Lincoln; Tell of his trials when traitors defied And spurned the old flag; how the nation's defenders At his call rallied and sprang to his side; Tell how he suffered when news of the battle Told of disaster, of wounded and dead; Tell how his great noble heart was oft gladdened When as proud victors our armies were led. Tell them; yes, tell them the story and point them Up to a standard he would applaud; Loyal in life to the state and the nation, True to one country, one flag and one God. OLD FLAG Hubbard Parker What shall I say to you, Old Flag? You are so grand in every fold, So linked with mighty deeds of old, So steeped in blood where heroes fell, So torn and pierced by shot and shell, So calm, so still, so firm, so true, My throat swells at the sight of you, Old Flag. What of the men who lifted you, Old Flag, Upon the top of Bunker Hill, Who crushed the Britons' cruel will, 'Mid shock and roar and crash and scream, Who crossed the Delaware's frozen stream, Who starved, who fought, who bled, who died, That you might float in glorious pride, Old Flag? What of the women brave and true, Old Flag, Who, while the cannon thundered wild, Sent forth a husband, lover, child, Who labored in the field by day, Who, all the night long, knelt to pray, And thought that God great mercy gave, If only freely you might wave, Old Flag?