Animates the intellects beneath its dome;

Where the child life gardens are sheltered from the winds,

And storms of life by loving unselfish care,

Blooming forth in beauty, bright symbols of the minds,

United devoted to their treasures there.

Like the crimson sunset or burning rubies red,

Blending together into one perfect light,

When the sun of past strength, and cherished youth are dead

And the silv’ry moon of beauty shines far less bright,

Like the valiant stars our treasures will remain

Sparkling and bright with love’s most radiant hue,

Guiding us on and on o’er the watery main,

Through the twilight shadows tender and true.

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OUR FLAG AND OUR CHIEF. (The Spirit of America.)

Our country’s flag for honor stands,

We see our chief with outstretched hands,

Raising that flag unfurled on high,

Now waving ’neath a cloudy sky;

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