67. the true Flag of peace.The battle is ended, the cannon is still,
The flag we defended waves out on the hill;
Around us are lying the children of God--
The dead and the dying — their pillows the sod;
But the flag on the hill, to us that remain,
Its glory shall thrill to fight for again;
Then up from your trenches with sabre and gun,
The fire that quenches the rays of the sun
Streams out from the Blue of the flag on the hill,
And tempers the hue of the battle-red rill.
The smoke of the battle is yet in the sky,
The musketry rattle meets not with reply;
Pale faces, and ghastly, upturned to the day--
Mark ye, how fastly the life ebbs away.
Our Father! in pity, look out from above,
Look down from yon City of Mercy and Love,
And deal with us kindly, pour oil on the flood,
Nor let us walk blindly in by-ways of blood;
Our country, our duty, our banner unfurled,
The emblem of beauty, the pride of the world.
The battle is ended, but not the good fight;
The flag we defended is yet in our sight;
There are traitors behind us and traitors before us,
But the flag of mankind is with us and o'er us;
None other we know, none other shall lead us.
Strike, freemen, the blow, that nations may heed us!
'Tis the flag of our heart, in steel let us wear it,
And hold it apart from hands that would tear it;
There's love in its hue, and its stars shall increase--
The Red, White, and Blue is the true flag of peace.