[written for the Richmond Dispatch.]
Lease to Gen. Winfield Scott,
on his Treasonable conduct to his native State.
by a Virginian.
‘ Fallen art thou, hoary traitor,
From the highest niche of fame;
Fallen, like archangel ruined,
To the lowest depth of shame.
When Lincoln's vandal hordes invaded
The glorious land that gave thee birth;
What demon voice argued on his minions,
To wipe her children from the earth!
'Twas thine, oh base, degen'rate traitor,
Desply-dyed and lost for age;
Lost to every manly feeling,
As thou tread'st thy downward way.
Oh, is there not another Bratus,
Who will act a Roman's part ?
Whose evening steel with swiftness,
Will pierce the hated despot's heart.
Virginians! buckle on your armor,
Meet this vice, Ignoble chief;
Stay him and his force marauders,
Be your vengeance swift and brief.
Southrons, rise, lift up your banner,
Let your sabres fiercely gleam,
Drive from your homes the proud invader,
Freedom's and shall on you beam.
County Ala. June 23, 1861.
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