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OUR FLAGS AT THE CAPITOL
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They tell of Life that calmly looked on Death—
Of peerless valor and of trust sublime—
Of costly sacrifice, of holiest faith,
Of lofty hopes that ended not with Time.

Oh! each worn fold is hallowed! set apart
To minister unto us in our needs—
To bear henceforth to many a fainting heart,
The cordial wine of noble thoughts and deeds

Then leave them yet awhile where, day by day,
The lessons that they teach, your souls may learn;
So shall ye work for righteousness alway,
And for its faithful service ever yearn.

Now may God bless our land for evermore!
And from all strife and turmoil grant surcease;
While from the mountains to the farthest shore
Accordant voices softly whisper—Peace!