OLD GLORY EMMA FRANCES DAWSON EXJJBRIS UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA JOHN HENRY NASH <> SAN FRANCISCO PRESENTED TO THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA ROBERT GORDON SPROUL, PRESIDENT. > BY" * MR.ANDMRS.MILTON S.RAY CECILY, VIRGINIA AND ROSALYN RAY AND THE RAY OIL BURNER COMPANY OLD GLORY CHANT ROYAL BY EMMA FRANCES DAWSON "Old Glory!" as our flag was baptized by our soldiers during the Rebellion. PREBLE. SAN FRANCISCO THE BOOK CLUB OF CALIFORNIA MDCCCCXVIII tfettfetfetfe COPYRIGHT, 1917, BY EMMA FRANCES DAWSON SAN FRANCISCO: PRINTED BY JOHN HENRY NASH OLD GLORY NCHANTED web ! A pidure in the air, Drifted to us from out the distance blue, From shadowy ancestors through whose brave care We live in magic of a dream come true. With Covenanters' blue, as if were glassed In dewy flower-heart the stars that passed ; O blood-veined blossom that can never blight ! The Declaration, like a sacred rite, Is in each star and stripe declamatory, The Constitution thou shalt long recite, Our hallowed, eloquent, beloved "Old Glory" ! OLD GLORY SYMPHONY in red, white, blue ! fanfare Of trumpet, roll of drum, forever new Reverberations of the Bell, that bear Its tones of Liberty the wide world through ! In battle dreaded like a cyclone blast ! Symbol of land and people unsurpassed, Thy brilliant day shall never have a night. On foreign shore no pomp so grand a sight, No face so friendly, naught consolatory Like glimpse of lofty spar with thee bedight, Our hallowed, eloquent, beloved "Old Glory" ! OLD GLORY HOU art the one Flag, an embodied prayer, One, highest and most perfed to review, Without one nothing; it is lineal, square, Has properties of all the numbers, too, Cube, solid, square root, root of root, best classed It for his Essence the Creator cast. For purity are thy six stripes of white, This number circular and endless quite, Six times, well knows the scholar wan and hoary, His compass, spanning circle, can alight, Our hallowed, eloquent, beloved "Old Glory" ! OLD GLORY OLDLY thy seven lines of scarlet flare; As when o'er old centurion it blew. (Red is the trumpet's tone, it means to dare!) God favored seven when creation grew: The seven planets, seven hues contrast; The seven metals, seven days, not last The seven tones of marvelous delight That lend the listening soul their wings for flight; But why complete the happy category That gives thy thirteen stripes their charm and might? Our hallowed, eloquent, beloved "Old Glory"! OLD GLORY N THY dear colors honored everywhere, The great and mystic ternion we view ; Faith, Hope and Charity are numbered there, And the three nails the Crucifixion knew. Three are offended when one has trespassed, God and one's neighbor and one's self aghast. Christ's deity, and soul, and manhood's height; The Father, Son and Ghost may here unite, With texts like these, divinely monitory, What wonder that thou conquerest in fight, Our hallowed, eloquent, beloved "Old Glory" ! OLD GLORY ENVOY BLESSED Flag ! sign of our precious Past, Triumphant Present and our Future vast, Beyond starred blue and bars of sunset bright Lead us to higher realm of Equal Right ! Float on in ever lovely allegory, Kin to the eagle and the wind and light, Our hallowed, eloquent, beloved "Old Glory"!