by Walt Whitman
THICK-SPRINKLED bunting! Flag of stars!
Long yet your road, fateful flag!--long yet your road, and lined with
For the prize I see at issue, at last is the world!
All its ships and shores I see, interwoven with your threads, greedy
--Dream'd again the flags of kings, highest born, to flaunt
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!