Battle Invocation.BY JAMES G. CLARK.Air—The Assyrian came down, etc.Oh! spirits of Washington, Warren and Wayne!Oh! shades of the Heroes and Patriots slain!Come down from your mountains of emerald and gold,And smile on the Banner ye cherished of old.Descend in your glorified ranks to the strife,Like legions sent forth from the armies of life;Let us feel your deep presence, as waves feel the breezeWhen the white fleets, like snow-flakes, are drank by the seas.Proud sons of the soil where the Palmetto grows,Once patriots and brothers, now traitors and foes,Ye have turned from the path which our forefathers’ trod,And stolen from man the best gift of his God.Ye have trampled the tendrils of love in the ground,Ye have scoffed at the law which the Nazarene found,Till the great wheel of Justice seemed blocked for a time,And the eyes of humanity blinded with crime.As the vail which conceals the clear starlight is rivenWhen clouds strike together, by warring winds driven,So the blood of the race must be offered like rain,Ere the stars of our country are ransomed again.
BY JAMES G. CLARK.
Air—The Assyrian came down, etc.
Oh! spirits of Washington, Warren and Wayne!Oh! shades of the Heroes and Patriots slain!Come down from your mountains of emerald and gold,And smile on the Banner ye cherished of old.Descend in your glorified ranks to the strife,Like legions sent forth from the armies of life;Let us feel your deep presence, as waves feel the breezeWhen the white fleets, like snow-flakes, are drank by the seas.Proud sons of the soil where the Palmetto grows,Once patriots and brothers, now traitors and foes,Ye have turned from the path which our forefathers’ trod,And stolen from man the best gift of his God.Ye have trampled the tendrils of love in the ground,Ye have scoffed at the law which the Nazarene found,Till the great wheel of Justice seemed blocked for a time,And the eyes of humanity blinded with crime.As the vail which conceals the clear starlight is rivenWhen clouds strike together, by warring winds driven,So the blood of the race must be offered like rain,Ere the stars of our country are ransomed again.
Oh! spirits of Washington, Warren and Wayne!Oh! shades of the Heroes and Patriots slain!Come down from your mountains of emerald and gold,And smile on the Banner ye cherished of old.Descend in your glorified ranks to the strife,Like legions sent forth from the armies of life;Let us feel your deep presence, as waves feel the breezeWhen the white fleets, like snow-flakes, are drank by the seas.Proud sons of the soil where the Palmetto grows,Once patriots and brothers, now traitors and foes,Ye have turned from the path which our forefathers’ trod,And stolen from man the best gift of his God.Ye have trampled the tendrils of love in the ground,Ye have scoffed at the law which the Nazarene found,Till the great wheel of Justice seemed blocked for a time,And the eyes of humanity blinded with crime.As the vail which conceals the clear starlight is rivenWhen clouds strike together, by warring winds driven,So the blood of the race must be offered like rain,Ere the stars of our country are ransomed again.
Oh! spirits of Washington, Warren and Wayne!Oh! shades of the Heroes and Patriots slain!Come down from your mountains of emerald and gold,And smile on the Banner ye cherished of old.
Oh! spirits of Washington, Warren and Wayne!
Oh! shades of the Heroes and Patriots slain!
Come down from your mountains of emerald and gold,
And smile on the Banner ye cherished of old.
Descend in your glorified ranks to the strife,Like legions sent forth from the armies of life;Let us feel your deep presence, as waves feel the breezeWhen the white fleets, like snow-flakes, are drank by the seas.
Descend in your glorified ranks to the strife,
Like legions sent forth from the armies of life;
Let us feel your deep presence, as waves feel the breeze
When the white fleets, like snow-flakes, are drank by the seas.
Proud sons of the soil where the Palmetto grows,Once patriots and brothers, now traitors and foes,Ye have turned from the path which our forefathers’ trod,And stolen from man the best gift of his God.
Proud sons of the soil where the Palmetto grows,
Once patriots and brothers, now traitors and foes,
Ye have turned from the path which our forefathers’ trod,
And stolen from man the best gift of his God.
Ye have trampled the tendrils of love in the ground,Ye have scoffed at the law which the Nazarene found,Till the great wheel of Justice seemed blocked for a time,And the eyes of humanity blinded with crime.
Ye have trampled the tendrils of love in the ground,
Ye have scoffed at the law which the Nazarene found,
Till the great wheel of Justice seemed blocked for a time,
And the eyes of humanity blinded with crime.
As the vail which conceals the clear starlight is rivenWhen clouds strike together, by warring winds driven,So the blood of the race must be offered like rain,Ere the stars of our country are ransomed again.
As the vail which conceals the clear starlight is riven
When clouds strike together, by warring winds driven,
So the blood of the race must be offered like rain,
Ere the stars of our country are ransomed again.