The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, June 29, 1902, Page 2

THE SUNDAY CALL. A flag swung high on a rampart bold, And the soldiers saw it blow; And the sun went down and the stars came out, And over the field died the battle shout, While the sentries paced to and fro. A bell tolled loud in the midday air, And a flag fluttered over the trees, And the people gazed with proud demean On the flag that flaunted the starry thirteen, High in the midsummer breeze. The stars have grown since that f{ar-off day, And the stripes are true and bright, And over the country they sweep afar— Gallant each stripe and gallant each star— Shining by day and by night. A single bell tolled in the long ago To rzally the brave little band, Where chimes now peel in the stiffening breeze, And shouts ring joyously over the seas, And flags wave over the land: