THE AmERTcAN FLAe.
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When freedom from her mountain height

 UnfurIed her Standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night,

 And set the stars of glory there! She mingled with its gorgeous dies The milky baldric of the skies, And striped it pure celestial white, With streakings from the morning light Then, from her mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land nj ajestic monarch of the cloud

 Who rear'st aloft thy regal form, To hear the tempest trumpiDg loud,

 And see the lightning lances driven, When strides the warrior 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 hamburger of victory Flag of the brave! thy folds shall fly, The sign of hope and triumph high When speaks the signal trumpet's tone, And the long line comes gleaming on, Ere yet the life blood warm and wet, Has dmmed the gIistening bayonet- Each soldiers eye shall brightly turn, To where thy meteor giories burn. And as his springing steps advance, Catch war and vengeance from Lte glance! And when the cannon's mouthing loud, Heaven in wild wreaths the battle shrond And gory sabres rise and fall, Like shoots of flame on midnight pail There shall their victor glances glow,

 And covering fees shall fall beneath Each gallant arm that strikes below

 That lovely messenger of death! Flag of the seas. On oceans wave, Thy stars shall glitter OCT the brave, When Death. careering on the gale, Sweeps darkly round the belIied sail, And frighted waves rush wildly back Before the broadside's reeling rack, The dying wand'rer of the sea Shall look at once to heaven and thee, And smile to see thy splendors fly, Tn triumph Der the closing eye. Flag of the free hearts only home,

 By angel hands to yalor given! Thy stars have lit the welkin home,

 And all thy hues were horn in heaven For ever float that standard sheet!

 Where hreatbes the foe but falls before us With Freedoms soil beneath our feet,

 And Freedoms banner streaming o,e

 