June 2024: Patriotic Holidays!

 Hello everyone –

Here is Quotemaster Sophie’s intro to this edition of Quotemail, along with an original poem of her own about D-Day. We also include two longtime favorite poems in this issue, in celebration of Flag Day and Juneteenth! And now, without further delay, here’s Sophie! 😊

 

As we celebrate the patriotic holidays this month, let us remember the sacrifices made by our brave servicemen and women on D-Day, and the symbolism of Flag Day. In addition, let us also remember the struggles and resilience of African Americans, whose fight for freedom and equality continues to inspire us today. This November, make sure to exercise your right as a citizen and cast your vote in the upcoming elections.

“For the 80th Anniversary of D-Day: 1944-2024”

By Sophie Fairgate

On 6/6/1944, the Allies stormed the beaches of Normandy,

Fighting against the tyranny of Hitler and the Nazis.

The heroes who led the charge on D-Day

Saved Western Europe from the darkness and the fascists.

They fought to return democracy and freedom to the European continent.

Their fearless acts that day in June led them to win the war.

Today, we celebrate the 80th anniversary of D-Day,

And honor the heroic deeds of the Greatest Generation.

Quotemaster Sophie is wearing a patriotic shirt while standing next to the American flag. (Image Credit: The Editor)

“Barbara Frietchie” (1864)

By John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892)

“This poem was written in strict conformity to the account of the incident as I had it from respectable and trustworthy sources. It has since been the subject of a good deal of conflicting testimony, and the story was probably incorrect in some of its details. It is admitted by all that Barbara Frietchie was no myth, but a worthy and highly esteemed gentlewoman, intensely loyal and a hater of the Slavery Rebellion, holding her Union flag sacred and keeping it with her Bible; that when the Confederates halted before her house, and entered her dooryard, she denounced them in vigorous language, shook her cane in their faces, and drove them out; and when General Burnside’s troops followed close upon Jackson’s, she waved her flag and cheered them. It is stated that May Quantrell, a brave and loyal lady in another part of the city, did wave her flag in sight of the Confederates. It is possible that there has been a blending of the two incidents.”  -- JGW

Up from the meadows rich with corn,

Clear in the cool September morn,

The clustered spires of Frederick stand

Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.

Round about them orchards sweep,

Apple and peach tree fruited deep,

Fair as the garden of the Lord

To the eyes of the famished rebel horde,

On that pleasant morn of early fall

When Lee marched over the mountain wall;

Over the mountains winding down,

Horse and foot, into Frederick town.

Forty flags with their silver stars,

Forty flags with their crimson bars,

Flapped in the morning wind; the sun

Of noon looked down, and saw not one.

Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then,

Bowed with her fourscore years and ten;

Bravest of all in Frederick town,

She took up the flag the men hauled down;

In her attic window the staff she set,

To show that one heart was loyal yet.

Up the street came the rebel tread,

Stonewall Jackson riding ahead.

Under his slouched hat left and right

He glanced; the old flag met his sight.

“Halt!” -- the dust-brown ranks stood fast.

“Fire!” -- out blazed the rifle-blast.

It shivered the window, pane and sash;

It rent the banner with seam and gash.

Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff

Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf.

She leaned far out on the window-sill,

And shook it forth with a royal will.

“Shoot, if you must, this old gray head,

But spare your country's flag,” she said.

A shade of sadness, a blush of shame,

Over the face of the leader came;

The nobler nature within him stirred

To life at that woman’s deed and word:

“Who touches a hair of yon gray head

Dies like a dog! March on!” he said.

All day long through Frederick street

Sounded the tread of marching feet;

All day long that free flag tost

Over the heads of the rebel host.

Ever its torn folds rose and fell

On the loyal winds that loved it well;

And through the hill-gaps sunset light

Shone over it with a warm good-night.

Barbara Frietchie’s work is o’er,

And the Rebel rides on his raids no more.

Honor to her! and let a tear

Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall’s bier.

Over Barbara Frietchie’s grave,

Flag of Freedom and Union, wave!

Peace and order and beauty draw

Round thy symbol of light and law;

And ever the stars above look down

On thy stars below in Frederick town!

 

“Lift Every Voice and Sing” (1900)

By James Weldon Johnson (1871-1938)

Editor’s Note: This poem (later set to music) was originally composed for a celebration of Abraham Lincoln’s birthday in 1900.

1. Lift every voice and sing

Till earth and heaven ring,

Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;

Let our rejoicing rise

High as the listening skies,

Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.

Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us,

Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us,

Facing the rising sun of our new day begun

Let us march on till victory is won.

 

2. Stony the road we trod,

Bitter the chastening rod,

Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;

Yet with a steady beat,

Have not our weary feet

Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?

We have come over a way that with tears has been watered,

We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered,

Out from the gloomy past,

Till now we stand at last

Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.

 

3. God of our weary years,

God of our silent tears,

Thou who hast brought us thus far on the way;

Thou who hast by Thy might

Led us into the light,

Keep us forever in the path, we pray.

Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee,

Lest, our hearts drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee;

Shadowed beneath Thy hand,

May we forever stand.

True to our God,

True to our native land.

 

Let freedom ring! 😊

 

Until next time –

Rob & Sophie