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THICK-SPRINKLED BUNTING.
THICK-SPRINKLED bunting! flag of stars!
Long yet your road, fateful flag—long yet your road, and lined
with bloody death,
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For the prize I see at issue at last is the world,
All its ships and shores I see interwoven with your threads greedy
banner;
Dream'd again the flags of kings, highest borne, to flaunt unrival'd?
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!