SHE'S up there, -- Old Glory, -- where lightnings are sped; She dazzles the nations with ripples of red; And she'll wave for us living, or droop o'er us dead, -- The flag of our country forever! She's up there, -- Old Glory, -- how bright the stars stream! And the stripes like red signals of light are agleam! And we dare for her, living, or dream the last dream, 'Neath the flag of our country forever! She's up there, -- Old Glory, -- no tyrant-dealt scars, No blur on her brightness, no stain on her stars! The brave blood of heroes hath crimsoned her bars. She's the flag of our country forever! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BLUEFLAGS by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS STANZAS FOR MUSIC (2) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ON THE ROAD by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR CORINNA'S GOING A-MAYING by ROBERT HERRICK EIGHT O'CLOCK by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN SAILING BEYOND SEAS (OLD STYLE) by JEAN INGELOW |