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Another victim for the sacrifice! Oh! my own mother South, How terrible this wail above thy youth, Dying at the cannon's mouth,-- And for no crime--no vice-- No scheme of selfish greed--no avarice, Or insolent ambition, seeking power;--. But that, with resolute soul and will sublime, They made their proud election to be free,-- To leave a grand inheritance to time, And to their sons and race, of liberty!