Selected Poems by William Francis Barnard
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Till every hand shall clasp a hand and love
shall fill the earth. =The Red Flag= Banner of crimson waving there, Thou shalt have full homage from me; First among flags thou gleamest fair, Symbol of love and of life made free. The nations have chosen standards of state To flaunt to the winds since time began; Emblems of rivalry, pride and hate; But thou are the flag of the world, of Man. Red as the blood of freedom's dead, Thy hues might well have flowed from their veins. Red as the one blood of man is red, Holy thou art in thy sanguine stains. Holy as truth and holy as right; Sacred as wisdom and sacred as love; Worthy the rapture that lifted to light Thy glorious shape where it ripples above. Unto the spirit of friendliness Thou was fashioned, to comfort man's hungry thought; To shine for the deeds that alone can bless, |
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