By H. N. M.
February 1, 1865. Vol. 1. No. 18. Page 1
Say, dear old Banner of our love—
Thou priceless gem from God above
Who shall defend thy honor still,
A Nation’s heart with rapture thrill?
Our husbands, sons, and brothers dear,
The brave, undaunted volunteer.
No more shall treason’s venomous dart
Dare pierce thy “Stars and Stripes apart,
Such shall be thy glorious faith
To proudly wave o’er every State;
Then dear old Banner, never fear,
Upheld by valiant volunteer.
No more, Rebellion’s bitter hate,
Divide the Union State by State:
But firm united, ever be,
Like thy true colors, one in three.
For still beneath thy folds so dear,
Stands our true-hearted volunteer.
The vilest thing that crawls the earth,
For Northern traitors gave it birth,
Forever cold, and torpid, dead—
That poisonous thing the “Copperhead.”
The Powers that be need have no fear,
Upheld by the firm, brave volunteer
These various traitors all shall feel
The Constitution’s iron heel;
Our Nation firm united stand,
For noble sons, from all the land,
The “Stars and Stripes” still hold and cheer,
The lion-hearted volunteer.
The brave old Eagle spreads her wings,
A shout of victory she sings;
That proud oppression reigns no more
But Freedom’s light from shore to shore;
For ‘neath that banner, ever dear
Is found the gallant volunteer.
Thus dear old flag, of triune hue
The Red and White, with heavenly Blue
Float on – nor any star shall lack;
Thy stripes shall reach the traitors back.
God ever bless the Flag most dear,
As thou shalt bless each volunteer.