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THE FLAG OF THE SOUTHLAND
By Major E. W. Cave, of Houston.
Flag of the Southland ! Flag of the free !
'Ere thy sons will be slaves, they will perish with thee !
Thy new-risen star shall light Liberty on,
'Till the hosts of the tyrant are scatter'd and gone !
Whether victory sits on the Southern plumes,
Or disaster doth come in some hour of gloom,
Freedom's hosts will still rally where'er thou shalt be,
O flag of the Southland! flag of the free!
Flag of the Southland! thy glory has been To be baptized in blood 'midst the great battle's din, From Manassas* red plains, o'er the mountains steep, Thy stars kept their vigils, where Washington sleeps, And the breezes of Vernon have borne on the shout Of thy triumphant sons as the foes took the rout; Valor's trio of genius—Bauregard, Johnston and Lee! Guards the flag of the Southland—flag of the free!
The foe is upon us, but our flag it is there! We have borne it in triumph—its defeat we can share ; Tho' our cities be burned, tho' our thousands be slain, 'Mid the flames of our altars we'll fight him again;