This page has been validated.
A REBEL FLAG OF TRUCE.
113
When their hearts beat aright, and the truth was their aim?
Nay, never in vain has such offering bled—
North or South, 't is the same—
Fast we bury our dead.
Nay, never in vain has such offering bled—
North or South, 't is the same—
Fast we bury our dead.
Thus we bury our dead.
Oh, ye men of the North, with your banner that waves
Far and wide o'er our Southland, made rugged with graves,
Are ye verily right, that so well ye have sped?
Were we wronging our slaves?
Well—we bury our dead!
Oh, ye men of the North, with your banner that waves
Far and wide o'er our Southland, made rugged with graves,
Are ye verily right, that so well ye have sped?
Were we wronging our slaves?
Well—we bury our dead!
Ah, we bury our dead!
And granting you all you have claimed on the whole—
Are we spoiled of our birthright and stricken in soul,
To be spurned at Heaven's court when its records are read?
Nay, expound not the scroll
Till we bury our dead!
And granting you all you have claimed on the whole—
Are we spoiled of our birthright and stricken in soul,
To be spurned at Heaven's court when its records are read?
Nay, expound not the scroll
Till we bury our dead!
Haste and bury our dead!
No time for revolving of right and of wrong;
No time for revolving of right and of wrong;
