Mrs. Emma Look Scott, How the Flag Became Old Glory
“ Ah, brave the show as they ranged a-row on the eve of Bunker Hill. Then a deep voice lifted a prayer to God of the brave and the true And the heads of the men were bare in the gathering dusk and dew; The heads of a thousand men were bowed as the pleading rose,— Smite Thou, Lord, as of old Thou smotest Thy people’s foes! Oh, nerve Thy Servants’ arms to work with a mighty will! A hush, and then a loud Amen! on the eve of Bunker Hill! Now they are gone through the night with never a thought of fame, Gone to the field of a fight that shall win them deathless name ”
