That flag of the brave and the free;
That though for its safety I must perish,
My life I would sacrifice for thee:
Spake a soldier, his heart o'erflowing
With admiration, and love for its pride;
The flush of manhood brightly glowing,
While his idol he proudly eyed.
Oh, the glory of that waving parcel,
The sunlight of heaven's reflected array;
The zephyrs of ocean your folds kindly fondle,
Bright phatus of aerial beauty your colors portray.
Yes, I glory in its chivalric beauty,
Chivalry that never will lag,
And in submission to chivalric duty
Permit me, O God, to carry our flag.
When with war's dark clouds o'ershadowed,
Our spirits though destined to wag,
In reflection of honor yet remembered,
Permit me, O God, to mention our flag.
When peace its broad wings of prosperity
Shall from ocean to ocean its hosts entag;
Then, as in the days of our minority,
Permit me, O God, to reverence our flag.
__James Wilkinson, Seneca.
Poets and Poetry of Kansas
Edited by Thomas W. Herringshaw
(Chicago: American Publishers' Association. 1894)