The Richmond Enquirer, March 9, 1861, p. 4, c. 1

A WAR SONG FOR VIRGINIA.

Respectfully Dedicated to Gov. Henry A. Wise, By W. Winston Fustaine.

Sound, Virginia, sound your clarion!

Form your serried ranks of war

Fall in line with State of Marion,

And your glittering falchion draw!

Onward, onward, then, to battle!

For bright Freedom points the way.

Tho' the grape-shot thickly rattle,

Onward, onward to the fray.

Tho' each Northern squadron dashes

On, as wave up to the rock --

Tho' each foreman's sword blade flashes,

Onward, onward, meet the shock!

Love of freedom, honor, glory,

Makes each freeman's arm a host;

This, we are taught by minstrel story,

Tyranis learn, but at their cost.

Look and see "proud Edward's power,"

Crushed by Bruce at Bannock-Burn;

Seed of Austria's host, the flower

Bite the dust by lake Lucerne.

Mark the Persian hordes parading,

Rushing, flee from marathon;

And the British lion invading,

Crouching to your Washington.

So, Virginia, sound your clarion!

Form your serried ranks of war!

Fall in line with State of Marion,

And your glittering felchion draw!

For the banner which once floated

Over Freedom's native land --

Flag, to which you are devoted,

Is borne by a tyrant's band.

Save, Oh, save it from pollution!

Though your noblest sons fall dead;

Save it, though in revolution

All its stars with blood be red!

Then, with "Southern Cross" emblazon

Its blue field in colors bold,

So that we may proudly gaze on

Fifteen clustering stars of gold.

RICHMOND, Va., Feb., 1861.