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Columbia (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 168
heir country's name and fame, Might be conquered in the fray, And insure us triumph's day. Alexander, brave and bold, In the chivalrous days of old, Did not nobler deeds perform In the stirring battle-storm, On Europa's bloody soil, Than our hardy sons of toil, Have, when so intrepidly Battling for our liberty. Nor did brave Leonidas-- When was stormed the bloody pass At old-time Thermopyloe-- Strike with nobler gallantry With his dauntless Spartan band, Fighting for their native land, Than Columbia's sons of Mars, Warring for the Stripes and Stars. Honor to the hero-slain! They who for their country's gain, In the nation's gloomy night, Left their homes and firesides bright; So that this, our favored land, May again take up her stand In the van of nations, where She e'er stood through peace and war. When war's clarion blast shall cease And the swift-winged bird of peace, Soaring over hill and glen, Bears the olive-branch again-- Will these slumbering warriors be, In their country's me
Alexander (search for this): chapter 168
ners, in whose every heart There has entered sorrow's dart, Sorrow for the loved ones gone To the confines of the tomb-- Seek the graves of warriors slain On the battle's gory plain, Or sent to the realms of death By disease's fatal breath. Sacrificing self they fought That the land, with treason fraught, Might rise, phoenix-like, again From her agonizing pain; That the traitorous hordes that aim At their country's name and fame, Might be conquered in the fray, And insure us triumph's day. Alexander, brave and bold, In the chivalrous days of old, Did not nobler deeds perform In the stirring battle-storm, On Europa's bloody soil, Than our hardy sons of toil, Have, when so intrepidly Battling for our liberty. Nor did brave Leonidas-- When was stormed the bloody pass At old-time Thermopyloe-- Strike with nobler gallantry With his dauntless Spartan band, Fighting for their native land, Than Columbia's sons of Mars, Warring for the Stripes and Stars. Honor to the hero-slain! They who for t
Charles Boynton Howell (search for this): chapter 168
85. our hero-dead. by Charles Boynton Howell. From their labors nobly done, From their battles bravely won, 'Neath the earth's cold sod they lie Resting calmly, silently. Sleep their sacred patriot forms, Where war's tempests and alarms Cannot reach them — cannot smite Them to earth in camp or fight. Some passed from the realms of life In the battle's sanguine strife, Smitten down, in carnage, low By the hand of dastard foe; Who would pluck the beaming stars From our flag, invoking Mars To look on their deeds of blood With the mien of gratitude. Mourners, in whose every heart There has entered sorrow's dart, Sorrow for the loved ones gone To the confines of the tomb-- Seek the graves of warriors slain On the battle's gory plain, Or sent to the realms of death By disease's fatal breath. Sacrificing self they fought That the land, with treason fraught, Might rise, phoenix-like, again From her agonizing pain; That the traitorous hordes that aim At their country's name and fame, Might b
Leonidas (search for this): chapter 168
eath. Sacrificing self they fought That the land, with treason fraught, Might rise, phoenix-like, again From her agonizing pain; That the traitorous hordes that aim At their country's name and fame, Might be conquered in the fray, And insure us triumph's day. Alexander, brave and bold, In the chivalrous days of old, Did not nobler deeds perform In the stirring battle-storm, On Europa's bloody soil, Than our hardy sons of toil, Have, when so intrepidly Battling for our liberty. Nor did brave Leonidas-- When was stormed the bloody pass At old-time Thermopyloe-- Strike with nobler gallantry With his dauntless Spartan band, Fighting for their native land, Than Columbia's sons of Mars, Warring for the Stripes and Stars. Honor to the hero-slain! They who for their country's gain, In the nation's gloomy night, Left their homes and firesides bright; So that this, our favored land, May again take up her stand In the van of nations, where She e'er stood through peace and war. When war's clarion
Europa (search for this): chapter 168
-- Seek the graves of warriors slain On the battle's gory plain, Or sent to the realms of death By disease's fatal breath. Sacrificing self they fought That the land, with treason fraught, Might rise, phoenix-like, again From her agonizing pain; That the traitorous hordes that aim At their country's name and fame, Might be conquered in the fray, And insure us triumph's day. Alexander, brave and bold, In the chivalrous days of old, Did not nobler deeds perform In the stirring battle-storm, On Europa's bloody soil, Than our hardy sons of toil, Have, when so intrepidly Battling for our liberty. Nor did brave Leonidas-- When was stormed the bloody pass At old-time Thermopyloe-- Strike with nobler gallantry With his dauntless Spartan band, Fighting for their native land, Than Columbia's sons of Mars, Warring for the Stripes and Stars. Honor to the hero-slain! They who for their country's gain, In the nation's gloomy night, Left their homes and firesides bright; So that this, our favored lan
Mars (search for this): chapter 168
nnot reach them — cannot smite Them to earth in camp or fight. Some passed from the realms of life In the battle's sanguine strife, Smitten down, in carnage, low By the hand of dastard foe; Who would pluck the beaming stars From our flag, invoking Mars To look on their deeds of blood With the mien of gratitude. Mourners, in whose every heart There has entered sorrow's dart, Sorrow for the loved ones gone To the confines of the tomb-- Seek the graves of warriors slain On the battle's gory plain, when so intrepidly Battling for our liberty. Nor did brave Leonidas-- When was stormed the bloody pass At old-time Thermopyloe-- Strike with nobler gallantry With his dauntless Spartan band, Fighting for their native land, Than Columbia's sons of Mars, Warring for the Stripes and Stars. Honor to the hero-slain! They who for their country's gain, In the nation's gloomy night, Left their homes and firesides bright; So that this, our favored land, May again take up her stand In the van of nations,
January, 1864 AD (search for this): chapter 168
der, brave and bold, In the chivalrous days of old, Did not nobler deeds perform In the stirring battle-storm, On Europa's bloody soil, Than our hardy sons of toil, Have, when so intrepidly Battling for our liberty. Nor did brave Leonidas-- When was stormed the bloody pass At old-time Thermopyloe-- Strike with nobler gallantry With his dauntless Spartan band, Fighting for their native land, Than Columbia's sons of Mars, Warring for the Stripes and Stars. Honor to the hero-slain! They who for their country's gain, In the nation's gloomy night, Left their homes and firesides bright; So that this, our favored land, May again take up her stand In the van of nations, where She e'er stood through peace and war. When war's clarion blast shall cease And the swift-winged bird of peace, Soaring over hill and glen, Bears the olive-branch again-- Will these slumbering warriors be, In their country's memory, Patriots true and heroes tried, Who for freedom nobly died! Ann arbor, January, 1864.