“The Stars and Stripes went into battle at Vimy
Ridge on the bayonet of a young Texan, fighting
with a Canadian regiment”—News item.

On Vimy Ridge the Flag renewed
     Her youth: the thunder of the guns
Recalled the common plenitude
     Shed by her ancient sons.

Once more her white and scarlet bands
     Were new-baptized with battle sweat:
She felt the clutch of desperate hands,
     The push of the bayonet.

Across that bloody snarl of wire
     Her colors blossomed clear as flame:
The Bride of Glory, in desire
     To meet her groom she came.

The lightning in her folds she kept,
     The sky, the stars, the dew—
Impassioned, in her youth she swept
     On Vimy, born anew!