A Ballad for the Young South (verse) [pp. 100-103]

A Ballad for the Young South.
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(TO BE CONTINUED.)
A BALLAD FOR THE YOUNG SOUTH.
BY JOSEPH BRENAN.
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Men of the South! our foes are up
In fierce and grim array;
Their sable banner laps the air An insult to tbe day!
The Saints of Croniwell rise again
In sanctimonious hordes,
Hiding behind the garb of peace
A million ruthless swords.
From North, from East and West they seek
The same disastrous goal"
With Christ upon the lying lip,
And Satan in the soul;
Mocking, with ancient Shibboleth,
All: wise and just restraints "To the Saints of Heaven was Empire given,
And we alone are Saints!"
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Men of the South! Look up-beho ld
The deep and sullen gloom
Which darkens o'er your sunny land
With thunder in its womb?.
Are ye so blind ye cann ot see
The omens in the sky
Are ye so deaf ye cannot hear
The tramp of foemen nigh?
Are ye so dull ye will endure
The whips and scorns of men,
Who hide the heart of Titus Oates
Beneath the words of Penal
Are ye so base, that, f oot to foot,
~e will not gladly stand
For land and life, for child an d wife,
~ W ith naked steel in hand t
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