The American flag.
When Freedom from her mountain height
Unfurled her standard to the air,
She tore the azure robe of night,
And set the stars of glory there.
JOHN KEATS.
1796-1820.
Endymion. Line 1.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
St. Agnes' Eve. Stanza 27.
Music's golden tongue
Flattered to tears this aged man and poor.