Chapter 7 of 221 · 55 words · ~1 min read

III.

And whoever burns with a holy zeal, To behold his country free, And would sooner see her _baptized in blood_, Than to bend the suppliant knee; Must agree to follow her _White-Cross flag_, Where the storms of battle roll, _A soldier_--A SOLDIER!--with _arms in his hands_, And the _love of the South in his soul!_