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Hats off!
Along the streets there comes
A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums,
A flash of color beneath the sky:
Hats off!
The flag is passing by!
Blue and crimson and white it shines,
Over the steel-tipped, ordered lines.
Hats off!
The colors before us fly;
But more than the flag is passing by.
Sea-fights and land-fights, grim and great,
Fought to make and to save the State:
Weary marches and sinking ships;
Cheers of victory on dying lips;
Days of plenty and years of peace;
March of a strong land’s swift increase;
Equal justice, right and law,
Stately honour and reverend awe;
Sign of a nation, great and strong
To ward her people from foreign wrong:
Pride and glory and honour, —all
Live in the the colors to stand or fall.
Hats off!
Along the street there comes
A blare of bugles, a ruffle of drums,
And loyal hearts are beating high:
Hats off!
The flag is passing by!
This poem is in the public domain.
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Henry Holcomb Bennett (1863 – 1924) was an American journalist and poet. Born in Ohio, he lived in Kansas and worked in the railboard industry for a while after completing college, but returned to live in his home town for the rest of his life. An artist as well as a writer, Henry worked in a variety of genres--from essays and short stories to magazine articles and poetry. He was a reporter and, eventually, city editor of the local newspaper.
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