Book 32 - From Noon To Starry Night Thick-Sprinkled Bunting

Thick-sprinkled bunting! flag of stars!

Long yet your road, fateful flag--long yet your road, and lined with

bloody death,

For the prize I see at issue at last is the world,

All its ships and shores I see interwoven with your threads greedy banner;

Dream'd again the flags of kings, highest borne to flaunt unrival'd?

O hasten flag of man--O with sure and steady step, passing highest

flags of kings,

Walk supreme to the heavens mighty symbol--run up above them all,

Flag of stars! thick-sprinkled bunting!