THE FLAGS ON FIFTH AVENUE

Above the stately roofs, wind-lifted, high,

A lane of vivid colour in the sky,

They ripple cleanly, seen of every eye.

This is your flag: none other: yours alone:

Yours then to honour: and where it is flown

By your devotion let your heart be known.

Feeble the man who dare not bow the knee

Before some symbol greater far than he —

This is no pomp and no idolatry.

Emblem of youth, and hope, and strength held true

By honour, and by wise forbearance, too —

God bless the flags along the Avenue!