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BANNER-SONG, FOR APRIL, 1861. 107
Who said there were murmurs of grief in our midst,
When loved ones departed to-day ? Ah, no ! 't was not so ; every heart hushed its woe,
And gave them " God-speed " on their way. With their banner above, loving glances around,
And blessings and prayers as a shield, We trusted this band,—the fair flower of the land —
To the perilous risks of the field.
Who said the good name of our country was gone,
That her flair would be honored no more ? Over valley and plain, over mountain and main,
Rolls an answer like thunder's deep roar. A million brave spirits all shout, with one voice,
" We will die for the rights we demand ! Let traitors beware ! by their dark plots we swear,
That no shadow shall rest on our land! "
Who questions the promise ? Not we who behold
This love, and this national pride, Sweeping on through the clime, in a torrent sublime,
And bearing all hearts on its tide. Who fears for the issue ? Ah ! that must be left
To the Mightiest Leader of all; While He holds the scale, Truth and Right must prevail,
And Error and Treacherv fall.