The Richmond Enquirer, January 29, 1861, p. 4, c. 1
BY A SOUTHERNER
- Wherefore sing ye songs of Union!
- May they now the storm abate,
- And in peaceful, calm communion
- Keep each sovereign sister State?
- Can they save our flag from trailing
- In the dust fanatics raise;
- And a nation keep from wailing
- O'er its untold miseries?
- Angry threats and mad invadings,
- Urged by passions deep and blind;
- False assertions and upbraidings
- Pass not as the idle wind!
Chords of love and kindly feeling
- One by one have rent in twain,
- 'Till between us now revealing
- That no simpathies remain.
Union! anthems might forever,
- Swelling forth in suppliant strain,
- Strive to save us; they could never
- Re-unite our hearts again.
Would you quell this storm alarming,
- Bid the tempest yet be calm?
- Would you chock this fearful arming
- Man against his fellow man?
Would you all our stars combining,
- Bid their lustre never cease,
- And around our heart strings breaking,
- Bind the olive-branch of peace?
- Tell the men who now are drifting
- Recklessly our Ship of State
- On the rocky shore uplifting;
- Tell this story, are too late --
- That when Scottish knights were bearing
- With a small but chosen band,
- Bruce's heart in casket keeping
- 'Till 'twas laid in Holy Land --
- And when Moslem hordes o'erwhelmed them,
- Bore them back on every side,
- They the casket threw before them:
- "Onward! To the rescue!" cried.
- Then that band the host defying,
- Strew'd the field with Moslem slain,
- And amid the dead and dying,
- Bore aloft the heart again.
- Tell the States that now are seeking
- To destroy the Union fair,
- There's a casket in their keeping,
- Which contains a gem more rare.
- Hurl the Constitution ever
- 'Mid the blind fanatic herd,
- And when strife our States would sever,
- Let it be the rallying word!
- Then far down the future ages,
- As they stand in His'ry's forum,
- When no wild contention rages,
- Stars and stripes may yet wave o'er them!