Traitor, Spare that Flag!



TRAITOR! spare that flag!
Touch not a single star!
Its shelt’ring glory now,
Still blazes near and far.
’Twas our forefathers’ hand
That placed it o’er our head;
And thou shalt let it stand
Or perish with the dead.

That dear, old, precious flag,
Whose glory and renown
Are spread o’er land and sea!
And would’st thou tear it down?
Traitor, forbear thy touch!
Cut not its heart-bound ties!
Oh, spare that glorious flag,
Still streaming through the skies!

When I was yet a boy,
I gloried in the sight,
And raised my voice in joy
To greet its folds of light;
For it my home is dear,
Dear is my native land;
Forgive this foolish tear,
But let that old flag stand.

My heart-strings round thee cling,
Close as thy stripes, old friend;
Thy glory men shall sing,
Till time itself shall end;
Old flag, th’ storm still brave!
And, traitor, leave the spot,
While I’ve a hand to save,
Thy touch shall harm it not.

Item Information help

  • Item ID
  • DCMI Type
    Still Image
  • Creator
    Lundy, John P. (John Patterson), 1823-1892
  • Title
  • Illustrated
  • Extent
    16 cm x 12 cm
  • Genre
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