Walt Whitman — Flag of Stars Thick-Sprinkled Bunting.

FLAG of stars! thick-sprinkled bunting! Long yet your road, fateful flag!—long yet your road, and lined with bloody death! For the prize I see at issue, at last is the world! All its ships and shores I see, interwoven with your threads, greedy banner! —Dream'd again the flags of kings, highest borne, to flaunt unrivall'd? O hasten, flag of man! O with sure and steady step, passing highest flags of kings, Walk supreme to the heavens, mighty symbol—run up above them all, Flag of stars! thick sprinkled bunting!