Off with your hat as the flag goes by!
    And let the heart have it say;
 You're man enough for a tear in your eye 
    That you will never wipe away.

 You're man enough for a thrill that goes
    To your very finger-tips--
 Ay! the lump just then in your throat that rose
    Spoke more than your parted lips.

 Lift up the boy on your shoulder high,
    And show him the faded shred;
 Those stripes would be red as the sunset sky
    If death could have dyed them red.

 Off with your hat as the flag goes by!
    Uncover the youngster's head;
 Teach him to hold it holy and high
   For the sake of its sacred dead.

-H.C. Bunner