FROM THE GREAT WAR
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Such as this world never knew.
Peace and Justice,
Freedom, Progress,
Are the blessings we can seize
When the flag we call Old Glory
Is unfurling to the breeze.
When the cry of battling nations
Reaches us across the space
Of the wild tumultuous ocean,
Hearts are stirred with deep emotion
For the saving of the race!
Peace foregoing,
Aid bestowing,
Bugles blowing,
First we drop on bended knees,
Then with shouts our Grand Old Glory
We set flaunting to the breeze!
