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THE STARS AND STRIPES. 29
Would we could say the same of thee, thou dark
and bloody ground ! Whose sexless sages, false of heart, a way of peace
have found! Shame on you ! No half faith would we! Up,
gird ye for the wars, And take your place as men once more, beneath the
Stripes and Stars. Hurrah! &c.
From thy Medusa glance we turn, with hearts of cheer and pride,
To West Virginia, virgin rib, torn from false mother's side.
Daughter of strife! Fair Freedom's child! Thy mountains ring afar,
With echoing shouts for that best flag that counts another star.
Hurrah ! &c.
And more 't will count, no Pleiad lost, of all that shining host, -
Though dim eclipse have veil'd their fires, and traitors loudly boast;
But one by one those wand'ring lights shall gem our heavens, like Mars, |
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