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Word comes now that Russia sends warships to meet American boys in the Mediterranean, and sabers rattle in Iran.  A free people may disagree when and where Old Glory should fly, but when she is at last unfurled, the nation rallies ’round her, all for one and one for all.   So, three cheers and prayers unnumbered for the red, white and blue.   Longfellow said it best, I think:

Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State!
Sail on, O Union, strong and great!
Humanity with all its fears,
With all the hopes of future years,
Is hanging breathless on thy fate!
We know what Master laid thy keel,
What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel,
Who made each mast, and sail, and rope,
What anvils rang, what hammers beat,
In what a forge and what a heat
Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Fear not each sudden sound and shock,
‘Tis of the wave and not the rock;
‘Tis but the flapping of the sail,
And not a rent made by the gale!
In spite of rock and tempest’s roar,
In spite of false lights on the shore,
Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea!
Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee.
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,
Our faith triumphant o’er our fears,
Are all with thee, are all with thee!

From The Building of the Ship, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow