Also, the closing stanza of "The New Song of Freedom," written for the "Patriotic Reader" by Sylvanus Dryden Phelps.

"Onward! flag of glory flying,

Grandest earthly banner, thou;
Higher rise, to fame undying,
Borne aloft by Freedom now!
Thine, O Stars and Stripes, the story
Of a nation's wondrous birth,
Symbols of its brightening glory,
Won from field and conflict gory,

Symbol of its power and worth!"

Oliver Crane.

Also, the closing stanzas of "Columbia to the Front," written for "Columbian Selections" by "Banner-land of human progress,

Hopes of man are in thy trust;
Float aloft thy fateful standards,
Let them never trail in dust.
Be Columbia's fair escutcheon
Never stained by sanctioned crime;
Be her name in highest honor
Held by all of every clime."

"Ever Onward' be advancing,

Hold the right and spurn the wrong;
Take the front, and, ne'er retreating,
Make thine arm for justice strong.
Strong for Freedom's holy conquests,
Strong to lift the trodden down.
So, undimmed shall be thy glory,
And eternal thy renown."

SCHOOL FLAG HONORS.

The care of the School Flag, its hoisting and lowering, should be assigned to meritorious pupils, and suitable salutes be given by all present when it is hoisted or lowered.

When proper to have the flag at half-mast, it should first be raised to mast-head, and dropped to place. It should also be returned to masthead before being hauled down, when the mourning tribute comes to an end.

SYMPOSIUM OF PATRIOTIC SONGS.

FOR USE IN MEMORIAL OBSERVANCES.

COLUMBIA, THE LAND OF THE BRAVE.
SHAW.

O COLUMBIA, the gem of the ocean,
The home of the brave and the free,
The shrine of each patriot's devotion,
A world offers homage to thee.
Thy mandates make heroes assemble,
When Liberty's form stands in view,
Thy banners make tyranny tremble,

When borne by the Red, White, and Blue.

When war winged its wide desolation,
And threatened the land to deform,
The ark then of Freedom's foundation,
Columbia, rode safe through the storm,
With the garlands of victory around her,
When so proudly she bore her brave crew,
With her flag proudly floating before her,
The boast of the Red, White, and Blue.

Chorus. When borne by the Red, White, and Blue,
When borne by the Red, White, and Blue,
Thy banners make tyranny tremble,

When borne by the Red, White, and Blue.

HAIL, COLUMBIA, HAPPY LAND!

HOPKINSON.

HAIL, Columbia, happy land!

Hail, ye heroes, heaven-born band,

Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause,
Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause,
And, when the storm of war was gone,
Enjoyed the peace your valor won:
Let Independence be your boast;
Ever mindful what it cost,
Ever grateful for the prize,
Let its altars reach the skies.

Immortal patriots! rise once more!
Defend your rights, defend your shore;
Let no rude foe, with impious hands,
Let no rude foe, with impious hands,
Invade the shrine where sacred lies,
Of toil and blood the well-earned prize;
While offering peace, sincere and just,
In Heaven we place a manly trust,
That truth and justice may prevail,
And every scheme of bondage fail.
Chorus. Firm, united, let us be,

Rallying round our liberty,
As a band of brothers joined,
Peace and safety we shall find.

THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER.

KEY.

Он, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,

What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?

And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,

Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there:
Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

Oh, thus be it ever, when freeman shall stand

Between their loved home and the war's desolation!

Blest with victory and peace, may the Heaven-rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation! Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just;

And this be our motto, "In God is our trust;

And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

E PLURIBUS UNUM.

CUTTER.

THOUGH many and bright are the stars that appear
In that flag by our country unfurled,
And the stripes that are swelling in majesty there,
Like a rainbow adorning the world,

Their light is unsullied as those in the sky

By a deed that our fathers have done,

And they're linked in as true and as holy a tie

By their motto of "Many in One."

Then up with our flag!- let it stream on the air;

Though our fathers are cold in their graves,

They had hands that could strike, they had souls that could dare,
And their sons were not born to be slaves.

Up, up with that banner! where'er it may call,
Our millions shall rally around,

And a nation of freemen that moment shall fall
When its stars shall be trailed on the ground.

GOD SAVE THE STATE.

BROOKS (Air: "Italian Hymn ").

GOD save our native land!
Firm may she ever stand,
Through storm and night!
When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of wind and wave,
Do Thou our country save
By Thy great might.

For her our prayer shall rise
To God above the skies;
On Him we wait:
Thou who art ever nigh,
Guarding with watchful eye,
To Thee aloud we cry,
God save the State!

KELLER'S AMERICAN HYMN.

KELLER.

SPEED our Republic, O Father on high;
Lead us in pathways of justice and right;
Rulers as well as the ruled, "One and all,”
Girdle with virtue, the armor of night.

Foremost in battle for Freedom to stand,

We rush to arms when aroused by its call;
Still, as of yore, when George Washington led,
Thunders our war-cry, "We conquer or fall!"

Faithful and honest to friend and to foe,
Willing to die in humanity's cause,

Thus we defy all tyrannical power,

While we contend for our Union and laws.

Rise up, proud eagle, rise up to the clouds;

Spread thy broad wings o'er this fair western world; Fling from thy beak our dear banner of old, Show that it still is for Freedom unfurled.

Hail, three times hail, to our country and flag!
(Repeat last two lines as chorus.)

Hail, three times hail, to our country and flag!
Rulers as well as the ruled, "One and all,"
Girdle with virtue, the armor of night,
Hail, three times hail, to our country and flag!

"RING! RING! OF LIBERTY AND PEACE!"

CARRINGTON.

Air: "No. IV, Holtzman's Short Masses," Meesburg, 1776; adopted by Rouget de Lisle for his "Marseilles Hymn;" and as appropriate for American national sentiment. (Written, in harmony with the suggestion that the bells throughout the land be rung at the same hour, on the Centennial Anniversary of the Inauguration of President Washington, April 30, 1889, and that the custom be observed at his recurring birthdays and each Independence Day, thereafter.}

YE sons of this grand land of Liberty,

Ring! ring! throughout the welkin, ring!

Your homes, your shrines, your blessings, many :-
Recount their wealth, their praises sing!
Recount their wealth, their praises sing!

Ring bells, in every tower and steeple!
With throbbing heart and steady hand,
Proclaim, at once, throughout the land,
We are a free and happy people!

Chorus. Ring! ring! the mandate, sound!
Let discord wholly cease!

Ring! ring! the gladness all around!
Of Liberty and Peace!

Ring! ring! the mandate, sound!

Let discord wholly cease!

Ring on! Ring loud! the mandate, sound
Of Liberty and Peace!

Columbia! call the past before thee!
Ring! ring! with each repeated peal,
The notes of gladness, thrift, and glory!
Proclaim your will, the nation's weal!
Proclaim your will, the nation's weal!
Bind every wound that still is bleeding;
Soothe every heart that anguish feels;
Each stroke, new hope for man reveals, —
Ring! while yet at the altar kneeling!

Chorus.

To Washington, who gave us Freedom,
Ring! ring! By stroke on every bell,
Tell all the earth, of faith and wisdom,
That built the State so strong and well,
That built the State so strong and well.
From lakes, to gulf and seas, we gather;
No barrier shall divide our land;
But pressing onward, hand in hand,
The sons shall bless their Nation's Father.

Chorus.