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And the lips of the mothers will bless you,
As angels sweet visaged and pale ; And the little ones run to caress you,
And the wives and the sisters cry Hail! But e'en if you drop down unheeded,
What matter? God's ways are the best! You have pour'd out your life where 'twas needed,
And He will take care of the rest. |
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TO THE DAVIS GUARD. By Lieut. W„ P. Cunningham.
Soldiers! raise your banner proudly, Let it pierce our Texan sky—
Hurrah ! it was shouted loudly— "We will do it or we'll die!" |
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Thus spoke the heroic Dowling!
To his Irish gallant band : "Let us send the foes a howling,
From our lovely Texas land !" |
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Nobly answer'd those brave men all,
To his soul-stirring appeal; "Aye, we'll drive them away or fall;
We'll fight them with lead and steel. |
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