Category Archives: Patriotism

At The Lincoln Memorial

I think he would have hated this white shrine,
This pomp of marble gleaming in the sun,
He whom a cabin sheltered from the cold,
Who knew a cabin’s rest when day was done.
And men who dwelt in cabins were his friends,
In cabins and in little prairie towns,
He was of them and they of him, and each
So trusted other that when peril came
And threatened all their fathers’ toil had wrought
They gave to him the guiding of the State.
And though he walked with princes still he knew
He held his place securely in their hearts.
What can the marble’s splendor mean to him?
Strange how we litter all the earth with shrines,
Dark shadowed chapels where no sunlight falls,
For those who knew the sun, the touch of rain,
The hope of sowing and the joy of reaping,
And all the round of simple things in life—
The saints and seers and prophets of the race,
Who called to farther goals and led the way.
We carve from dull dead stone their travesties,
We cover them with incense and great praise—
In any way to keep them from our hearts;
In any way to keep from following after
On that stern path that leads at last to peace!
I think he would have hated this white shrine!

~William E. Brooks~

America For Me

‘Tis fine to see the Old World and travel up and down
Among the famous palaces and cities of renown,
To admire the crumbly castles and the statues and kings
But now I think I’ve had enough of antiquated things.

So it’s home again, and home again, America for me!
My heart is turning home again and there I long to be,
In the land of youth and freedom, beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.

Oh, London is a man’s town, there’s power in the air;
And Paris is a woman’s town, with flowers in her hair;
And it’s sweet to dream in Venice, and it’s great to study Rome;
But when it comes to living there is no place like home.

I like the German fir-woods in green battalions drilled;
I like the gardens of Versailles with flashing fountains filled;
But, oh, to take your hand, my dear, and ramble for a day
In the friendly western woodland where Nature has her way!

I know that Europe’s wonderful, yet something seems to lack;
The Past is too much with her, and the people looking back.
But the glory of the Present is to make the Future free–
We love our land for what she is and what she is to be.

Oh, it’s home again, and home again, America for me!
I want a ship that’s westward bound to plough the rolling sea,
To the blessed Land of Room Enough beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.

~Henry Van Dyke~

Flower of Scotland

In light of the referendum in Scotland, this is the country’s unofficial national anthem.

Flower of Scotland
O flower of Scotland
When will we see your like again
That fought and died for
Your wee bit hill and glen
And stood against him
Proud Edward’s army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again

The hills are bare now
And autumn leaves lie thick and still
O’er land that is lost now
Which those so dearly held
And stood against him
Proud Edward’s army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again

Those days are passed now
And in the past they must remain
But we can still rise now
And be the nation again
That stood against him
Proud Edward’s army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again

~Roy Williamson~

Pledge of Allegiance

It’s Independence Day in the good old USA. The Fourth of July is a federal holiday that celebrates the adoption of the Declaration of Independence on July 4, 1776.

In August 1892, Francis Bellamy, a Baptist minister, wrote the original Pledge which read as follows: ‘I pledge allegiance to my Flag and (to*) the Republic for which it stands, one nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.’ He considered placing the word, ‘equality,’ in his Pledge, but knew that the state superintendents of education on his committee were against equality for women and African Americans. [ * ‘to’ was added in October, 1892. ]

In 1923 and 1924 the National Flag Conference, under the ‘leadership of the American Legion and the Daughters of the American Revolution, changed the Pledge’s words, ‘my Flag,’ to ‘the Flag of the United States of America.’ Bellamy disliked this change, but his protest was ignored. In 1954, Congress after a campaign by the Knights of Columbus, added the words, ‘under God,’ to the Pledge.

The Pledge was now both a patriotic oath and a public prayer. “I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands. One nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.”

O Canada!

It’s Canada Day and the whole country is celebrating its 147th birthday…

Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons command.

With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The True North strong and free!

From far and wide,
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

O Canada, we stand on guard for thee

~Justice Robert Stanley Weir~

Traditional Irish Folk Song

Feast of Saint Patrick, March 17. Honors the patron saint of Ireland by commemorating his death.  Born in Britain and captured by Celts he was taken to Ireland as a slave. Aged fifteen, he escaped and made his way back to Britain. Later he became trained as a monk, and returned to Ireland…

When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure it’s like a morning spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling
They’ll steal your heart away!

To Be A Scot

The absent Scot who seldom sees
Their mountains, rivers, lochs and trees
Still carries deep in heart and soul
Their country’s gift to keep them whole
To find contentment in their lot
That’s what it is to be a Scot.

Author unknown

I Love This Land Australia

In acknowledgment of the Aussies who are celebrating Australia Day…

I love this Land Australia of gum and wattle tree
This vast and sunlit Continent is home from home for me
And though I come from a distant Land when I have had my day
Than underneath Australian soil where better place to lay.

I love this Land Australia home of the kangaroo
Of echidna and wombat, platypus and cockatoo
Of lorikeet and rosella, koala, possum and emu
And other unusual birds and animals as I’ve mentioned just a few.

I like Australian people if poor man make good they say
The man he is a battler, good on him anyway,
In Land of wedge tailed eagle there’s rooom to spread one’s wings
And in the lucky country the battler is a king.

I love this Land Australia it’s home from home for me,
Home of the kookaburra and gum and wattle tree
And bell bird and bell magpie who through the Winter sing
A Winter oft times milder than Ireland in the Spring.

I love this Land Australia of sunshine and bird song
And with each passing day my love for this great Country grow more strong
And though I come from a distant Land when I have had my day
Than underneath Australian soil where better place to lay.

~Francis Duggan~

My Land

November 30th is St. Andrew’s Day in Scotland, the patron Saint..

There’s a wee bit land,
Far over the sea
In thoughts and dreams
It’s aye dear to me
It gave me my birthright
It’s always my boast
To you Bonnie Scotland
I’ll aye drink a toast.

Loved ones are waiting
In the land O’ the Dell
The Return of the laddie
They loved e’er so well
They’ll often shed tears
As they sit there, and wait,
For the Scottish Division who had such a fate.

A Light In The World Went Out

John F. Kennedy Inaugural Speech, 1961 January 20th

In the long history of the world, only a few generations have been granted the role of defending freedom in its hour of maximum danger. I do not shrink from this responsibility – I welcome it. I do not believe that any of us would exchange places with any other people or any other generation ……………………and so, my fellow Americans, ask not what your country can do for you – ask what you can do for your country.

My fellow citizens of the world, ask not what America will do for you, but what together we can do for the freedom of man. Finally, whether you are citizens of America or citizens of the world, ask of us here the same high standards of strength…………………..which we ask of you. With a good conscience our only sure reward, with history the final judge of our deeds, let us go forth to lead the land we love …………………..knowing that here on earth God’s work must be truly our own.

Paul Dobraszczyk

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