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Fear not the Northern despot, nor his feeble frown,
Who seeks through his minions the South to put down;
Look to your God, from whence comes all power,
And seek His aid and protection in each darkened hour.
Strike again and again, O ye sons of the free!
Carolina's sons to this platform have come:
Protection to Liberty, to fireside and home,
Their watchword to-day, as their fathers' of old;
Truth, justice, and freedom, before Northern gold.
Ye are sons of the fathers who bled to be free.
Then loud ring the anvil, the hammer, and bell;
The South her new anthem, say, what does it tell?
Cotton, Grain, and Sugar, have proved threefold cord--
Columbia, the envied, the blest of the Lord.
Sun of the sunny land, shine still o'er the free!
On heaven's fair arches see graven the names
Of patriot and soldier, who drained life's pure veins;
Then down with the Northern Despot, let him hide his head,
Who by heartless oppression would sever one thread
Of this Southern Confederacy, the hope of the free.
Once again at the altar, brothers, gather and kneel;
One pledge the South--one family, in woe or in weal;
One God and one Country, in peace or in war!
The South Free, United, and Truth the pole star
Of this sunny land which for ye must be.
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