Fourth of July Poem

The Flag Goes By

by Henry Holcomb Bennett

Hats off!Along the street there comes

A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums,

A flash of color beneath the sky:

Hats off!The flag is passing by!

Blue and crimson and white it shines,

Over the steel-tipped, ordered lines.

Hats off!The colors before us fly;

But more than the flag is passing by.

Sea-fights and land-fights, grim and great,

Fought to make and to save the State:

Weary marches and sinking ships;

Cheers of victory on dying lips;

Days of plenty and years of peace;

March of a strong land's swift increase;

Equal justice, right, and law,

Stately honor and reverend awe;

Sign of a nation, great and strong

Toward her people from foreign wrong:

Pride and glory and honor,--all

Live in the colours to stand or fall.

Hats off!Along the street there comes

A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums;

And loyal hearts are beating high:

Hats off!The Flag is passing by!