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240 UNION SONG. |
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And the lad of sixteen made the dull weapon bright; While, guiding the battle-storm, rolling in wrath, The star-flag of Freedom streamed full in their path.
The bird to that banner forever allied,
Was born in the cloud, and baptized by the thunder; And deeply in blood will his talons be dyed, Ere its clustering stars shall be riven asunder •, And fiercely their light, Through the smoke of the fight, Shall flash, making traitors grow pale at the sight; And the sun, overtaken by death, shall grow
cold, When the banner we hail is no longer unrolled.
Black Treason shall never put foot on the flag
That floated the blast when Cornwallis was taken; And ere it give place to a Palmetto rag,
The dead on the field of their fame will awaken ; Ob, shall it be furled, Bringing night on the world, While the house of our fathers in ruin is hurled ? The brigand and traitor may hear a reply In the clash of our steel and the rallying cry ! |
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