War Poetry Of The South

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Hath not the morning dawned with added light? And shall not evening--call another starOut of the infinite regions of the night, To mark this day in Heaven? At last, we areA nation among nations; and the worldShall soon behold in many a distant portAnother flag unfurled!Now, come what may, whose favor need we court? And, under God, whose thunder need we fear?Thank Him who placed us hereBeneath so kind a sky--the very sunTakes part with us; and on our errands runAll breezes of the ocean; dew and rain Do noiseless battle for us; and the Year, And all the gentle daughters in her train, March in our ranks, and in our service wieldLong spears of golden grain!A yellow blossom as her fairy shield, June fling's her azure banner to the wind, While in the order of their birthHer sisters pass; and many an ample fieldGrows white beneath their steps, till now, beholdIts endless sheets unfoldTHE SNOW OF SOUTHERN SUMMERS! Let the earthRejoice! beneath those fleeces soft and warmOur happy land shall sleepIn a repose as deep

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