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 MUSIC THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say does that Star-spangled Banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? AMERICA, THE BEAUTIFUL O beautiful for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties above the fruited plain. America! America! God shed His grace on thee, And crown thy good with brotherhood from sea to shining sea. O beautiful for heroes prov'd in liberating strife. Who more than self their country loved, and mercy more than life. America! America! May God thy gold refine Till all success be nobleness and ev'ry gain divine. THE OLD NORTH STATE Carolina! Carolina! Heaven's blessings attend her? While we live we will cherish, protect and defend her. Tho' the scorner may sneer at and witlings defame her, Still our hearts swell with gladness whenever we name her. Hurrah! Hurrah! The good Old North State forever! Hurrah! Hurrah! The good Old North State. DIXIE I wish I was in the land of cotton, Old times there are not forgotten, Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. In Dixie Land where I was born in, Early on one frosty mornin', Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. Den I wish I was in Dixie. Hooray! Hooray! In Dixie Land, I'll take my stand, to live and die in Dixie. Away, away, away down south in Dixie, Away, away, away down south in Dixie. POETRY ODE Sleep sweetly in your humble graves, Sleep, martyrs of a fallen cause; Though yet no marble column craves The pilgrim here to pause. In seeds of laurel in the earth The blossom of your fame is blown, And somewhere, waiting for its birth, The shaft is in the stone! Meanwhile, behalf the tardy years Which keep in trust your storied tombs, Behold! your sisters bring their tears, And these memorial blooms. Small tributes! but your shades will smile More proudly on these wreaths to-day, Than when some cannon-moulded pile Shall overlook this bay. Stoop, angels, hither from the skies! There is no holier spot of ground Than where defeated valor lies, By mourning beauty crowned! -- Henry Timrod CAROLINA The despot treads thy sacred sands, Thy pines give shelter to his bands, Thy sons stand by with idle hands, Carolina! He breathes at ease thy airs of balm, He scorns the lances of thy palm; Oh! who shall break thy craven calm, Carolina! Thy ancient fame is growing dim, A spot is on thy garment's rim; Give to the winds thy battle hymn, Carolina! Call on thy children of the hill, Wake swamp and river, coast and rill, Rouse all thy strength and all thy skill, Carolina! Cite wealth and science, trade and art, Touch with thy fire the cautious mart, And pour thee through the people's heart, Carolina! Till even the coward spurns his fears, And all thy fields and fens and meres Shall bristle like thy palm with spears, Carolina! Hold up the glories of thy dead; Say how thy elder children bled, And point to Eutaw's battle-bed, Carolina! Tell how the patriot's soul was tried, And what his dauntless breast defied; How Rutledge ruled and Laurens died, Carolina! Cry! till thy summons, heard at last, Shall fall like Marion's bugle-blast Re-echoed from the haunted Past, Carolina! I hear a murmur as of waves That grope their way through sunless caves, Like bodies struggling in their graves, Carolina! And now it deepens; slow and grand It swells, as, rolling to the land, An ocean broke upon thy strand, Carolina! Shout! let it reach the startled Huns! And roar with all thy festal guns! It is the answer of thy sons, Carolina! They will not wait to hear thee call; From Sachem's Head to Sumter's wall Resounds the voice of hut and hall, Carolina! No! thou hast not a stain, they say, Or none save what the battle-day Shall wash in seas of blood away, Carolina! Thy skirts indeed the foe may part, Thy robe be pierced with sword and dart, They shall not touch thy noble heart, Carolina! Ere thou shalt own the tyrant's thrall Ten times ten thousand men must fall; Thy corpse may hearken to his call, Carolina! When by thy bier, in mournful throngs The women chant thy mortal wrongs, 'Twill be their own funereal songs, Carolina! From thy dead breast by ruffians trod No helpless child shall look to God; All shall be safe beneath thy sod, Carolina! Girt with such wills to do and bear, Assured in right, and mailed in prayer, Thou wilt not bow thee to despair, Carolina! Throw thy bold banner to the breeze! Front with thy ranks the threatening seas Like thine own proud armorial trees, Carolina! Fling down thy gauntlet to the Huns, And roar the challenge from thy guns; Then leave the future to thy sons, Carolina! -- Henry Timrod QUOTES Neither current events nor history show that the majority rule, or ever did rule. -- Jefferson Davis All we ask is to be let alone. -- Jefferson Davis Always mystify, mislead and surprise the enemy if possible. -- Thomas J. (Stonewall) Jackson Captain, my religious belief teaches me to feel as safe in battle as in bed. God has fixed the time for my death. I do not concern myself about that, but to be always ready, no matter when it may overtake me. That is the way all men should live, and then all would be equally brave. -- Thomas J. (Stonewall) Jackson The patriot volunteer, fighting for country and his rights, makes the most reliable soldier on earth. -- Thomas J. (Stonewall) Jackson My troops may fail to take a position, but are never driven from one! -- Thomas J. (Stonewall) Jackson Do your duty in all things. You cannot do more, you should never wish to do less. -- Robert E. Lee In all my perplexities and distresses, the Bible has never failed to give me light and strength. -- Robert E. Lee Never do a wrong thing to make a friend or to keep one. -- Robert E. Lee |
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