J HISTLE—J^IBEF^TV. 
With burning star and flaming band, 
It kindles all the sunset land : 
O tell us what its name may be,— 
Is this the flower of Liberty ? 
It is the banner of the free, 
The starry Flower of Liberty. 
Behold its streaming rays unite. 
One mingling, flood of braided light,— 
The red that fires the Southern rose, 
With spotless white from Northern snow 
And spangled o’er its azure, see 
The sister Stars of Liberty ! 
Then hail the banner of the free, 
The starry Flower of Liberty. 
The blades of heroes fence it round, 
Where’er it springs is holy ground; 
From tower and dome its glories spread ; 
It waves where lonely sentries tread-; 
It makes the land as ocean free, 
And plants an empire on the sea ! 
Then hail the banner of the free. 
The starry Flower of Liberty. ^ 
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