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What hand so bold to strike from its fold. 
One star or stripe of its brightening; 
To him be each star a fiery Mars, 
Each stripe a terrible lightning. 
Then hail the true— the Red, White and Blue, 
The flag of the Constellation : 
It sails as it sailed, by our forefathers hailed. 
O'er battles that made us a nation. 
Peace, peace to the world — is our motto unfurled 
Tho' we shun not a field that is gory ; 
At home or abroad, fearing none but our God, 
We will carve our own pathway to glory. 
Then hail the true— the Red, White and Blue, 
The flag of the Constellation : 
It sails as it sailed, by our forefathers hailed. 
O'er battles that made us a nation. 
— T. Buchanan Reid. 
