Above the stately roofs, wind lifted high,
A lane of vivid color 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!