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By the sad path of Sherman's wrath all thro' their staid old
state, They swear themselves to deeds of scath, and righteous love
of hate !
The Carolinas seek the fray—the scarr'd of every fight, From far Manassas' glorious day to Fisher's bloody night; Grand deeds of old their hearts unfold, and later memories
clasp, While rifle stock and hilt of gold are griped with fiercer
grasp.
Now make one more immortal plain, ye men of battle skill, Ye of the comprehensive brain and the undaunted will; Now, Robert Lee! there comes to thee the all-decisive hour ! God make thy flashing blade to be the lightning of his power!
Now, Beauregard and Johnston, now as in your other fight, With mutual heart and answering brow inspire the hosts
of right! Now, Bragg and Hood, who oft withstood, and oft have
charged the foe, Come with a hand and will as good to lay the vandal low.
Rise, Longstreet, with a face that shines as bright as battle's
flash, Where'er along the closing lines the burnish'd bayonets
crash; Now, Forrest, aid with such a blade as made Fort Pillow
quail; Now, Hill and Hardee, undismay'd, direct the iron hail. |
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