Arms And The Man. - The South In The Union.

An ancient Chronicle has told     That, in the famous days of old,         In Antioch under ground         The self-same lance was found -         Unbitten by corrosive rust -     The lance the Roman soldier thrust         In CHRIST'S bare side upon the Tree;         And that it brought         A mighty spell         To those who fought         The Infidel         And mighty victory.         And so this day         To you I say -     Speaking for millions of true Southern men -         In words that have no undertow -         I say, and say agen:         Come weal, or woe,         Should this Republic ever fight,         By land, or sea,     For present law, or ancient right         The South will be         As was that lance,         Albeit not found         Hid under ground     But in the forefront of the first advance!     'Twill fly a pennon fair     As ever kissed the air,     On it, for every glance,     Shall blaze majestic France     Blent with our Hero's name     In everlasting flame,     And written, fair in gold,     This legend on its fold:     Give us back the ties of Yorktown!         Perish all the modern hates!     Let us stand together, brothers,         In defiance of the Fates;     FOR THE SAFETY OF THE UNION         IS THE SAFETY OF THE STATES!