338 THE GARDENERS' CHRONICLE OF AMERICA 
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All hail to the flag of our country, 
The glorious red, white and blue. 
Whose stripes and bright stars all remind us 
Of our struggle for liberty true ! 
The red is for courage 'mid danger, 
"Twas shown by the patriots of old, 
Who fought to redeem their loved nation, 
And not for the promise of gold. 
The blue stands for truth and for freedom, 
Which God grant may forever endure, 
When ages shall roll upon ages, 
And the havoc of war is no more. 
The white is for peace and for purity 
Emblems of contentment and love. 
May they live in the heart of our nation 
And rest on our homes like the dove. 
The stars in their blue field so brilliant. 
Are truly the gift of God's love, 
Like the "forget-me-nots of the angels" 
Injhe great firmament above. 
Your hues, stars and stripes, are all blended 
In beauty, proud flag of the free ; 
W^e hail thee, our glorious banner, 
Uright hope of our sweet liberty. 
— M. E. Rowe. 
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