Vii

Look up, look up, ye downcast eyes! The night is almost gone: Along the new horizon flies The banner of the dawn; The eastern sky is banded low With white and crimson bars, While far above the morning glow The everlasting stars.

O bright flag, O brave flag, O flag to lead the free! The hand of God thy colours blent, And heaven to earth thy glory lent, To shield the weak, and guide the strong To make an end of human wrong, And draw a countless human host to follow after thee!