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Virginians (search for this): chapter 552
n one of her sons? Oh! cold, cold must be The heart that her name will not move. When she rallies for freedom, for justice, and right, Will her sons, with a withering sneer, Revile her, and taunt her with treason and shame, Or say she is moved by foul fear? Will they tell her her glories have fled, or grown pale? That she bends to a tyrant in shame? Will they trample her glorious flag in the dust, Or load with reproaches her name? Will they fly from her shores, or desert her in need? Will Virginians their backs ever turn On their mother, and fly when the danger is nigh, And her claim to their fealty spurn? False, false is the heart that refuses to yield The love that Virginia doth claim; And base is the tongue that could utter the lie, That charges his mother with shame. A blot on her ‘scutcheon! a stain on her name! Our heart's blood should wipe it away; We should die for her honor, and count it a boon, Her mandates to heed and obey. But never, oh, never, let human tongue say She is
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love that Virginia doth claim; And base is the tongue that could utter the lie, That charges his mother with shame. A blot on her ‘scutcheon! a stain on her name! Our heart's blood should wipe it away; We should die for her honor, and count it a boon, Her mandates to heed and obey. But never, oh, never, let human tongue say She is false to her honor or fame! She is true to her past — to her future she's true-- And Virginia has never known shame. Then shame on the dastard, the recreant fool, That would strike, in the dark, at her now; That would coldly refuse her fair fame to uphold, That would basely prove false to his vow. But no! it cannot — it can never be true, That Virginia claims one single child, That would ever prove false to his home, or his God, Or be with foul treason defiled. And the man that could succor her enemies now, Even though on her soil he were born, Is so base, so inhuman, so false, and so vile, That Virginia disowns him with scorn! --Richmond Examiner, May 18