44 THE PASSENGER PIGEON IN PENNSYLVANIA 



nesting cities. The ode to our flag by Mr. Berton 

 Braley, expresses a part of all this i iea : 



The Flag. 



Against the skies Old Glory flies, 



It never looked so bright, 

 For now it seems as if it gleams 



With some strange inner light; 

 As though each thread of white and red, 



Each filament of blue, 

 Were spun of spiritual fire. 

 The flame of that fine high desire^ 



Which thrills the nation through. 

 The flag on high it greets the eye 



And grips our hearts somehow 

 Though it has passed through struggles vast, 



Its proudest hour is now ; 

 Now 'tis unfurled to show the world 



That willingly we give 

 Our lives, our all to Liberty, 

 That after we have ceased to be. 



The flag, the flag may live. 



