THE FLAG GOES BY HATS off! Along the street there comes A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums, The flag is passing by! Blue and crimson and white it shines, The colors before us fly; But more than the flag is passing by. Sea fights and land fights, grim and great, Fought to make and to save the State: Weary marches and sinking ships; Cheers of victory on dying lips; Days of plenty and years of peace; March of a strong land's swift increase; Equal justice, right and law, Stately honor and reverend awe; Sign of a nation, great and strong To ward her people from foreign wrong: Pride and glory and honor,-all Live in the colors to stand or fall. 72 THE FLAG GOES BY Hats off! Along the street there comes A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums; The flag is passing by! HENRY HOLCOMB BENNETT. ABOU BEN ADEM ABOU BEN ADEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, The names of those who love the Lord.". "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, The angel wrote and vanished. The next night LEIGH HUNT. THE COMING OF SPRING THERE'S something in the air That's new and sweet and rare A scent of summer things, A whir as if of wings. There's something, too, that's new In the color of the blue That's in the morning sky, Before the sun is high. And though on plain and hill And all this changing tint, And to-morrow or today |