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FIRST in the fight, and first in the arms
With the heart of the South at the feet of God,
For the blood that flowed from his hero heart,
In Heaven a home with the brave and blessed, And for his soul's sustaining
The apocalyptic eyes of Christ
And nothing on earth remaining,
But a handful of dust in the land of his choice,
A name in song and story
And fame to shout with immortal voice:
DEAD ON THE FIELD OF GLORY!
A Word with the test. (vii)
ONCE more to the breach for the Land of the West!
Hope shines like the plume of Navarre on his crest,
For his courage is keen and his honor is bright As the trusty Toledo he wears to the fight,
Newly wrought in the forges of Spain, (vi) And this weapon, like all he has brandished for Right, Will never be dimmed by a stain.
He leaves the loved soil of Virginia behind,
Seem ever to whisper his name.
The Johnstons have always borne wings on their spurs, And their motto a noble distinction confers,
"Ever Ready"-for friend or for foe
With a patriot's fervor the sentiment stirs
We recall that a former bold chief of the clan
And with reason we reckon our Johnston the man The dark, bloody debt to repay.
There is much to be done: if not glory to seek, There's a just and a terrible vengeance to wreak For crimes of a terrible dye,
While the plaint of the helpless, the wail of the weak In a chorus rise up to the sky.
For the Wolf of the North, we once drove to his
That quailed in affright 'neath the stern glance of
With his pack has returned to the spoil; Then come from the hamlet, the mountain, the glen, And drive him again from the soil!
Brave-born TENNESSEANS, So loyal, so true,
You will troop by the thousand the chase to renew The day when his bugles ring out.
"HUNTERS SO famed " OF KENTUCKY" of yore,
Where, where are the rifles that kept from your door
Of a truth, you have never been laggard before
Has the love you once bore to your country grown
Has the fire on the altar died out? Do you hold Your lives than your freedom more dear? Can you shamefully barter your birthright for gold, Or basely take counsel of fear?
We will not believe it-KENTUCKY, the land
Mighty men of MISSOURI, come forth to the call, With the rush of your rivers when tempests appall, And the torrents their sources unseal;
And this be the watchword of one and of all
"Remember the butcher, McNIEL !"
Then once more to the breach for the land of the
Strike home for your hearts-for the lips you love
Follow on where your Leader you see!
One flash of his sword when the foe is hard pressed, And the Land of the West shall be free!