Classic Poem

They 're shining yet, our glorious stars!
Of all the number none is lost;
Though hid behind the clouds of war,
They 're guiding forth a conquering host.

CHORUS .

O yes! comrades, yes!
We need not despair,
Though stormy the night
The stars are all there!
The blue is above
On the flag that we love,
And the stars are all there!
Yes, the stars are all there!

Ambitious traitors strive in vain
To pluck the stars with fiend-like war;
The shining ones shall all remain,
And traitors fall like Lucifer.
O yes! etc.

More glorious yet their light shall stream
Victorious from the dreadful fray,
As stars of night the brighter gleam
Just when the storm-clouds pass away.
O yes! etc.

Not one of all the Thirty-four
Shall fall from yon bright galaxy;
Not one the less, but many more
Illume the banner of the free.
O yes! etc.

For He who made the stars above
To shine forever in the sky,
Placed ours upon the flag we love;
And we 'll defend them till we die!
O yes! comrades, yes!
We need not despair,
Though stormy the night
The stars are all there!
The blue is above
On the flag that we love,
And the stars are all there!
Yes, the stars are all there!