To the American Flag
by Jonathan E. Hoag
Attributed to Lovecraft in Collected Poems and Something About Cats. 

Written 1918

Starry folds, whose matchless splendor 
      Long hath blessed our grateful eyes; 
Gleaming with a light more tender 
      Than your rivals in the skies; 
Wave as always, in a glory 
      None may tarnish or excel; 
Keep upon our lips the story 
      That our fathers loved to tell! 

May your grandeur be unceasing 
      Proud reminder of the past; 
As in noble rank increasing 
      Each new ray outshines the last. 
Yesterday for one young nation 
      You in valor were unfurled; 
But today your constellation 
      Beams aloft for all the world!