{"id":228,"date":"2012-06-03T12:18:38","date_gmt":"2012-06-03T12:18:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.flag-works.com\/blog\/?p=228"},"modified":"2012-06-06T15:50:25","modified_gmt":"2012-06-06T15:50:25","slug":"a-betsy-ross-flag-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.flag-works.com\/blog\/american-flags\/a-betsy-ross-flag-poem\/","title":{"rendered":"A Betsy Ross Flag Poem"},"content":{"rendered":"

Betsy’s Battle-Flag
\nMinna Irving
\n1872-?
\n\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

From dusk till dawn the livelong night
\nShe kept the tallow dips alight,
\nAnd fast her nimble fingers flew
\nTo sew the stars upon the blue.
\nWith weary eyes and aching head
\nShe stitched the stripes of white and red.
\nAnd when the day came up the stair
\nComplete across a carven chair
\n Hung Betsy’s battle-flag.<\/a><\/p>\n

_______<\/p>\n

Like shadows in the evening gray
\nThe Continentals<\/a> filed away,
\nWith broken boots and ragged coats,
\nBut hoarse defiance in their throats;
\nThey bore the marks of want and cold,
\nAnd some were lame and some were old,
\nAnd some with wounds untended bled,
\nBut floating bravely overhead
\nWas Betsy’s battle-flag.<\/p>\n

______<\/p>\n

When fell the battle’s leaden rain,
\nThe soldier hushed his moans of pain
\nAnd raised his dying head to see
\nKing George’s troopers turn and flee.
\nTheir charging column reeled and broke,
\nAnd vanished in the rolling smoke,
\nBefore the glory of the stars,
\nThe snowy stripes, and scarlet bars
\n Of Betsy’s battle-flag.<\/a><\/p>\n

______\u00a0<\/a><\/p>\n

The simple stone of Betsy Ross
\nIs covered now\u00a0with\u00a0mould\u00a0and moss,
\nBut\u00a0still\u00a0her deathless banner flies,
\nAnd keeps the color of the skies.
\nA nation thrills, a nation bleeds,
\nA nation follows where it leads,
\nAnd every man is proud to yield
\nHis life upon a\u00a0crimson\u00a0field
\nFor Betsy’s battle-flag!<\/p>\n

________________<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Betsy’s Battle-Flag Minna Irving 1872-? From dusk till dawn the livelong night She kept the tallow dips alight, And fast her nimble fingers flew To sew the stars upon the blue. With weary eyes and aching head She stitched the stripes of white and red. And when the day came up the stair Complete across […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":6,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[3,45,69],"tags":[4,5,114,115,124,119,47],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t