Mimsy Were the Borogoves

Editorials: Where I rant to the wall about politics. And sometimes the wall rants back.

We pause for overnight station identification

Jerry Stratton, September 30, 2013

photo for Station identification

The American flag waits in Mission Valley.

On a recent vinyl foray in Portland, we acquired Republican Senator Everett McKinley Dirksen’s Gallant Men from 1968. On it is his rendition of The Star-Spangled Banner as well as his description of how Francis Scott Key wrote the lyrics.

I remember when television stations did not run programming all night; at the end of their programming day, they’d run some sort of station identification before shifting to static. That often included the American flag over patriotic music, a promise that they’d be back by dawn’s early light, I suspect.

    • O say can you see by the dawn’s early light,
    • What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming,
    • Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
    • O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
    • And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
    • Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
    • O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave,
    • O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
    • On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
    • Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
    • What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
    • As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
    • Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
    • In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
    • ’Tis the star-spangled banner, O! long may it wave
    • O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
    • And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
    • That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion,
    • A home and a country, should leave us no more?
    • Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution.
    • No refuge could save the hireling and slave
    • From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
    • And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave,
    • O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
    • O thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
    • Between their loved home and the war’s desolation.
    • Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the Heav’n rescued land
    • Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!
    • Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
    • And this be our motto: “In God is our trust.”
    • And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
    • O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

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