Shine on, bright stars, glad folds unroll O’er far-off islands care beseeching, Lighten old Afric’s age of night, Give aid to Asia’s millions reaching. On wings of dawn, where Orient smiles, To gates of sunset, ocean laving. Bear light and hope, while earth shall hail, Our flag, for right and freedom waving. June 14th, 1898. CARRIE P. GUTHRIE. UNFURL THE FLAG. By Rev. Artemas Jean Haynes, Pastor Plymouth Church, Chicago. Unfurl the flag! the flag of freedom’s birth— The stainless banner of our loyal host; Unfurl the flag! proclaim to all the earth That war for conquest is not Freedom’s boast. Shake out the crimson folds in God’s great strife— Our country’s pledge to liberty and life. Unfurl the flag! stand forth in Christ’s own name— For God’s dread day of Judgment is at hand; Unfurl the flag! and smite with sudden shame, Relentless tyrants from our sisterland. Each waving fold of white, each star shall bear Our love to those whose griefs we seek to share. Unfurl the flag! we battle not for gain— We march as those who march to right a wrong; Unfurl the flag! not to avenge the slain, Unfurl it for the weak who trust the strong: Fling out the blue! our battle flag unfurled— Warfare for love, and freedom for the world. Unfurl the flag! red, white and blue wave high— Wave on to battle every loyal son; Unfurl the flag! hear Thou, O God, our cry— Blaze Thou the way until our task be done; Until the night falls on the hosts of wrong, And morning breaks to Freedom’s triumph song. THE AMERICAN FLAG. By Joseph Rodman Drake. When Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its glorious dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning’s light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle-bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land. Majestic monarch of the cloud! Who rear’st aloft thy regal form, To hear the tempest-trumpings loud, And see the lightning lances driven, When strive the warriors of the storm, And rolls the thunder drum of heaven— Child of the sun! to thee ’tis given To guard the banner of the free, To hover in the sulphur’us smoke, To ward away the battle-stroke, And bid its blendings shine afar, Like rainbows on the cloud of war, The harbingers of victory.