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Poetry | Richardson & Company | 1866
Transcription "NOT DOUBTFUL OF YOUR FATHERLAND." 439

Though envy wag her scorpion tongue,
The march of Time shall find his fame ; Where Bravery's loved and Glory's sung,
There children's lips shall lisp his name.
" NOT DOUBTFUL OF YOUR FATHERLAND.'
1.
NoT doubtful of your fatherland,
Or of the God who gave it ;
On, Southrons ! 'gainst the hireling band
That struggle to enslave it ; Ring boldly out Your battle-shout,
Charge fiercely 'gainst these felon hordes :
One hour of strife Is freedom's life,
And glory hangs upon your swords !
II.
A thousand mothers' matron eyes,
Wives, sisters, daughters weeping, Watch, where your virgin banner flies,
To battle fiercely sweeping :
Though science fails,
The steel prevails,