SONG OF THE SOUTHERN WOMEN

"They have lost a cause, but they have made a triumph! They have shown themselves worthy of any manhood; and will leave a record which shall survive all the caprices of time. They have proved themselves worthy of the best womanhood, and, in their posterity, will leave no race which shall be unworthy of the cause which is lost, or of the mothers, sisters and wives, who have taught such noble lessons of virtuous effort, and womanly endurance."...William Gilmore Simms, LL. D.


SONG OF THE SOUTHERN WOMEN

O ABRAHAM LINCOLN! we call thee to hark
To the song we are singing, we Joans of Arc;
While our brothers are bleeding we fear not to bleed,
We'll face the Red Horror should there be need.
By our brothers we'll stand on the terrible field,
By our brothers we'll stand, and we'll ask for no shield;
By our brothers we'll stand as a torch in the dark,
To shine on thy treachery, we Joans of Arc.

Behold our free plumes of the wild eagle dark,
Behold them and take our white brows for they mark;
We fear not thy cannon, we heed not they drum,
The deeper they thunder the stronger we come.

Is woman a coward? No, no, she is brave!
OH! nothing but love ever made her a slave:
In home's happy circle she's poetery's lark,
But threaten that home and she's Joan of Arc.

O Abraham Lincoln! we call thee to hark,
Thou Come of Satan! Thou Boast of the Dark!
Take off thy red shadow from Washington's land -
Back! Back! For thy footsetp is slavery's brand.
Future-eyed prophecy cries to thee, DOWN!
For she sees on they forehead the hope of a Crown;
The fire that sleep in our Southern eyes dark,
Would lighen in battle - we're Joans of Arc.

-Julia Mildred


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