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They crowded from the vast Unknown
    Heroes of long told story—
To witness where the war gods strive,
How Texas Clancy kept alive
    The flame of Texas' glory!


THE CALL TO THE COLORS
LIKE the seeds of wind-flowers, lightly blown
  On vagrant, gypsying breeze,
They are scattered wide throughout our land—
  Aliens from over the seas.
They came from the crowded fatherlands
  To share in our broader sphere,
And they built their nests and reared their broods
  Through many a changing year.

But a vibrant cry comes unaware
  From over the crested wave—
The voice of the warring motherlands
  Calling their children to save:
"On our grain-grown fields War plants its guns
  And lights its torch on the crag;
We need you, sons in the Other Lands,
  Come back and fight for the flag!?

And deep in each listener's heart there stirs
  A memory that has slept
'Neath blush of blossom and pallor of snows
  While the years have onward crept;

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