Whose broad stripes and bright stars...
This American flag flies next to the post office in Stayton on 2nd Ave. When it's windy, the flag's rigging bangs against the poll and makes quite a racket. I occasionally find myself getting annoyed by the noise if I'm near it, but then I stop and remember what's causing the noise and what it represents. The United States has its faults, but I am still very proud to be an American.
posted by Celine at
7/15/2006 12:25:00 AM
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2 Comments:
I love seeing flags waving and riding the winds...whatever flag it maybe, be it my country's flag or not. It just makes me feel...proud :)
I posted the words to the Marseillaise on Eric's blog, so I obviously have to do the same for the Star Spangled Banner. Hope you don't mind!
Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof thru the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
And the little known other verses:
On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more!
Their blood has washed out of of their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave'
From the terror of flight and the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
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