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 gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning 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 smoke, To ward away the battle stroke,
And bid its blendings shine afar, Like rainbows on the cloud of war, The harbingers of victory!
Flag of the brave! thy folds shall fly, The sign of hope and triumph, high, When speaks the signal trumpet tone, And the long line comes gleaming on; Ere yet the life-blood, warm and wet, Has dimmed the glistening bayonet, Each soldier eye shall brightly turn To where thy sky-born glories burn, And, as his springing steps advance, Catch war and vengeance from the glance. And when the cannon-mouthings loud Heave in wild wreaths the battle-shroud, And gory sabers rise and fall
Like shoots of flame on midnight's pall, Then shall thy meteor glances glow, And cowering foes shall sink beneath Each gallant arm that strikes below That lovely messenger of death.
Flag of the seas! on ocean wave Thy stars shall glitter o'er the brave; When death, careering on the gale, Sweeps darkly round the bellied sail,
And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, Each dying wanderer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly
In triumph o'er his closing eye.
Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given,
Thy stars have lit the welkin dome,
And all thy hues were born in heaven.
Forever float that standard-sheet!
Where breathes the foe but falls before us,
With Freedom's soil beneath our feet,
And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us?
The first four lines of this poem are the best known; they are, indeed. the best part of the poem.
1. Explain the first stanza, by reference to the design and color of our flag. 2. The tenth line of this stanza gives a hint of the fancy carried out in the second stanza. What is it? 3. What things does the third stanza say the flag means to the soldier?
To be studied with the Glossary: Azure, baldric, celestial, symbol, hover, harbinger, careering, welkin.
"Give us a song!" the soldiers cried, The outer trenches guarding,
When the heated guns of the camps allied Grew weary of bombarding.
The dark Redan, in silent scoff, Lay grim and threatening under; And the tawny mound of the Malakoff No longer belched its thunder.
There was a pause. A guardsman said:
"We storm the forts tomorrow;
Sing while we may, another day Will bring enough of sorrow."
They lay along the battery's side, Below the smoking cannon:
Brave hearts from Severn and from Clyde, And from the banks of Shannon.
They sang of love and not of fame, Forgot was Britain's glory: Each heart recalled a different name, But all sang "Annie Laurie."
Voice after voice caught up the song, Until its tender passion
Rose like an anthem, rich and strong,
Their battle-eve confession.
The scene of this poem is the Crimean War, between England and Russia. Which stanza best expresses the spirit of the entire poem? Choose the stanzas you like best, and commit them to memory.
To be studied with the Glossary: Anthem, mortars.
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