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Archive for 19. March 2009
THE STARS AND BARS.
19. March 2009 by admin.
‘TIS sixty-two!–and sixty-one,
With the old Union, now is gone,
Reeking with bloody wars–
Gone with that ensign, once so prized,
The Stars and Stripes, now so despised–
Struck for the stars and bars.
The burden once of patriot’s song,
Now badge of tyranny and wrong,
For us no more it waves;
We claim the stars–the stripes we yield,
We give them up on every field,
Where fight the Southern braves.
Our motto this, “God and our right,”
For sacred liberty we fight–
Not for the lust of power;
Compelled by wrongs the sword t’unsheath,
We’ll fight, be free, or cease to breathe–
We’ll die before we cower.
By all the blood our fathers shed,
We will from tyranny be freed–
We will not conquered be;
Like them, no higher power we own
But God’s–we bow to him alone–
We will, we will be free!
For homes and altars we contend,
Assured that God will us defend–
He makes our cause his own;
Not of our gallant patriot host,
Not of brave leaders do we boast–
We trust in God alone.
Sumter, and Bethel, and Bull Run
Witnessed fierce battles fought and won,
By aid of Power Divine;
We met the foe, who us defied,
In all his pomp, in all his pride,
Shouting, “Manasseh’s mine!”
It was not thine, thou boasting foe!
We laid thy vandal legions low–
We made them bit the sod;
At Lexington, the braggart yields,
Leesburgh, Belmont, and other fields;–
Still help us, mighty God!
Thou smiledst on the patriot seven–
Thou smilest on the brave eleven
Free, independent States;
Their number thou wilt soon increase,
And bless them with a lasting peace,
Within their happy gates.
No more shall violence be heard,
Wasting, destruction no more feared
In all this Southern land;
“Praise,” she her gates devoutly calls,
“Salvation,” her Heaven-guarded walls–
What shall her power withstand?
“The little one,” by heavenly aid,
“A thousand is–the strong one made,
“A nation–oh! how strong!”
Jehovah, who the right befriends,
Jehovah, who our flag defends,
Is hastening it along!
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