Classic Poem

To the red and the white and the blue, here's a health!
To the old and the young and the man that's to be,
Not fame will I wish them or plenty of wealth,
Nor peace without honor, nor quiet that's not free
To the North, to the South, to the East, to the West,
To the blue and the gray,—they're all one color now,
To the poor men that work and the rich men that rest;
To the men of the pen and the men of the plow!
Here's a health to them all, from wherever they come!
May they learn one short lesson by head and by heart,—
That the figures are weak till they make up a sum,—
That the whole is a whole and a part is a part,—
The red and the white and the blue are but One,
And the flags of all nations were dipped in the sea
When their children set face to the westering sun,—
No Teuton, no Celt,—all Americans we.