31. the flag of the sky.
Willie stood at the window,Little Willie of five years old,
Watching the rainbow colors,
As they fade in the sunset's gold.
Red pennants and streamers of fire,
On the blue expanse unfurl,
And over the red the white clouds lie,
Like floating mists of pearl.
“Isn't it beautiful, mamma?
And the dark eyes grow so bright,
They almost seem to catch the glow
Of the sky's wild glory light.
“See, there is the red, mamma,
And there is the beautiful blue;
Did God make the beautiful red,
And did he make the white clouds, too?
“And away up, up in the sky,
Is such a little bright star;
Why, God is for the Union,
Isn't He, mamma?”
