Ii

O wild the later storm that shook The pillars of the State, When brother against brother took The final arms of fate. But union lived and peace divine Enfolded brothers all; The flag floats o'er them with the sign-- The loyal sign, the equal sign-- Of the stars that never fall.

Chorus

All hail to thee, Old Glory! Of thee our heart's desire Foretells a golden story, For thou hast come through fire.