II.

High honor to our youth--our sons and brothers, Georgians and Carolinians, where they stand! They will not shame their birthrights, or their mothers, But keep, through storm, the bulwarks of the land! They feel that they _must_ conquer! Not to do it, Were worse than death--perdition! Should they fail, The innocent races yet unborn shall rue it, The whole world feel the wound, and nations wail!