And they who for their country die shall fill an honored grave, for glory lights the soldier's tomb, and beauty weeps the brave. — Joseph Rodman Drake Copy Share Image
When Freedom from her mountain-height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its… — Joseph Rodman Drake Copy Share Image
Yet I will look upon thy face again, My own romantic Bronx, and it will be A face more pleasant than the face of… — Joseph Rodman Drake Copy Share Image
Flag of the free heart's hope and home! By angel hands to valour given, Thy stars have lit the welkin dome; And all thy… — Joseph Rodman Drake Copy Share Image
When Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of… — Joseph Rodman Drake Copy Share Image
And they who for their country die shall fill an honored grave, for glory lights the soldier's tomb, and beauty weeps the brave. — Joseph Rodman Drake Copy Share Image
O, pleasant is the welcome kiss When day's dull round is o'er; And sweet the music of the step That meets us at the… — Joseph Rodman Drake Copy Share Image
When Freedom from her mountain-height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory… — Joseph Rodman Drake Copy Share Image
