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Wilson's Creek (Missouri, United States) (search for this): chapter 3
3. half-mast: in memory of Gen. Nathaniel Lyon, killed at the battle of Wilson's Creek, August 16, 1861. by F. G. C. Unfurl our flag half-mast to-day, In sorrow, 'mid the clang of war; Each crimson stripe is turned to gray, To black each azure star. The drooping breeze scarce stirs a fold; The birds complain with fettered breath; The clouds hang sullenly and cold, For lo! a hero's death. From far Missouri's prairie plain The echo of his battle-cry Sounds and recedes, and sounds again, His life-earned victory. Oh, Lyon! on thy martial bier The tears of grateful millions flow, And Treason well may shrink, and fear Its fated overthrow. For wheresoe'er thy comrades stand To face the traitors, as of yore, Thy prescient spirit shall command And lead the charge once more. Then fling our flag mast-high to-day, Triumphant 'mid the clang of war; And death to him who shall betray One single stripe or star!
Missouri (Missouri, United States) (search for this): chapter 3
3. half-mast: in memory of Gen. Nathaniel Lyon, killed at the battle of Wilson's Creek, August 16, 1861. by F. G. C. Unfurl our flag half-mast to-day, In sorrow, 'mid the clang of war; Each crimson stripe is turned to gray, To black each azure star. The drooping breeze scarce stirs a fold; The birds complain with fettered breath; The clouds hang sullenly and cold, For lo! a hero's death. From far Missouri's prairie plain The echo of his battle-cry Sounds and recedes, and sounds again, His life-earned victory. Oh, Lyon! on thy martial bier The tears of grateful millions flow, And Treason well may shrink, and fear Its fated overthrow. For wheresoe'er thy comrades stand To face the traitors, as of yore, Thy prescient spirit shall command And lead the charge once more. Then fling our flag mast-high to-day, Triumphant 'mid the clang of war; And death to him who shall betray One single stripe or star!
Nathaniel Lyon (search for this): chapter 3
3. half-mast: in memory of Gen. Nathaniel Lyon, killed at the battle of Wilson's Creek, August 16, 1861. by F. G. C. Unfurl our flag half-mast to-day, In sorrow, 'mid the clang of war; Each crimson stripe is turned to gray, To black each azure star. The drooping breeze scarce stirs a fold; The birds complain with fettered breath; The clouds hang sullenly and cold, For lo! a hero's death. From far Missouri's prairie plain The echo of his battle-cry Sounds and recedes, and sounds again, His prairie plain The echo of his battle-cry Sounds and recedes, and sounds again, His life-earned victory. Oh, Lyon! on thy martial bier The tears of grateful millions flow, And Treason well may shrink, and fear Its fated overthrow. For wheresoe'er thy comrades stand To face the traitors, as of yore, Thy prescient spirit shall command And lead the charge once more. Then fling our flag mast-high to-day, Triumphant 'mid the clang of war; And death to him who shall betray One single stripe or star!
August 16th, 1861 AD (search for this): chapter 3
3. half-mast: in memory of Gen. Nathaniel Lyon, killed at the battle of Wilson's Creek, August 16, 1861. by F. G. C. Unfurl our flag half-mast to-day, In sorrow, 'mid the clang of war; Each crimson stripe is turned to gray, To black each azure star. The drooping breeze scarce stirs a fold; The birds complain with fettered breath; The clouds hang sullenly and cold, For lo! a hero's death. From far Missouri's prairie plain The echo of his battle-cry Sounds and recedes, and sounds again, His life-earned victory. Oh, Lyon! on thy martial bier The tears of grateful millions flow, And Treason well may shrink, and fear Its fated overthrow. For wheresoe'er thy comrades stand To face the traitors, as of yore, Thy prescient spirit shall command And lead the charge once more. Then fling our flag mast-high to-day, Triumphant 'mid the clang of war; And death to him who shall betray One single stripe or star!