The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1863-09-12
5eltlt poctrp.
FALL.
BY A. =. M'COMBS.

Fail who da.es to utter such Il thought,
With heritage dearly bought,
What twenty millions ficcnen fail,
Who do and dare, whose hearts ne er quail
Whose cause is just and must prevail
Der every foe
Fail! with millions spent, with thousands slain
With all our tears, with all our palms.
With all we've LOST, with all we've won
BY Fredericksburg by Donesou!
By heaven no.
Fail never while u Bunker Hill,
Or Cowpcn's field is whispering STILL
Or Saratoga's irowning peak,
Or b. ndywines red flowing creek
With Yorktown battirmcn;s still speak
OF glorious deeds
We cannot drop " single star,
While ltAiy looks to us utar,
While Poland lives, While ireland hopes,
While Airlc's sons i'll slavery gropes,
And silent pleads.
Fail never breathe such burning shame.
Sell not your birthright or your name,
He's surc II coward Or IL kn,.ye
Who'd heap dishonor on the grave
OF all the host of murtyicd brave,
For liberty.
What twenty mi lions treemen fail,
Whose strengh is borne on every gale,
Whose power is of such vast extent,
That it giasps in half the continent,
From sea to sea.
With plains so rick, the race can feed,
Or s;arve their enemies if need
With iron roads all DER the land,
With cities stretched on every hand,
And flag unturled from every strand
Upon the gale.
And education rs II dover,
hringing know ledge that's alway, power,
ii,
Are burning with the uldcn fire,
They cannot fail.
With forests deep end valleys wide,
With rafting wheels ON every side,
With mines Of gold, with iron hills,
With giant streams and massive mis,
With LANDS for toll, and master wils
To move the whole.
Whose art out-rvnS every one,
Whose eagle scars in every sun,
Whose name and fame and wealth are known
ln every land and cline and Zone,
From pole to pole.
BY all the grand historic names.
by all our fathers heaven born sims!
BY the great hane of Washington!
by all the past .nd present Won!
l'y all the future yet tu come
We must not fail.
Fail never breathe the word arain.
Twill make the bones of heroes slain,
Now Bleaching ON Antietam's plain,
Cry ont in agony of pain.
To hear the vail.
What shall Il nation great and free,
Now blazoned bright in lcraidry,
]5e stranded and 90 down IN NIGHT,
lo,gottcn, lost to hrriun sight,
Too base to struggle for the right,
'Galst tyranny
No Danish ease, each peitiSh god,
No! never stoop to kiss the rod,
What shall puny foe prevail,
And spirits of our Sizes bewa
Their progeny
Fail |! traitors only breathe the word,
Let those with love of country strltl,
Rise in their strength, nor lail, nor fui,er,
But firm around their counuys altar,
United stand.
Mortimer you feel the mighty thrues,
OF your nation struggling Sitll her foes,
Rise i'll your strength rise in your might
Strike for your country and the right
Strike Tor your flag, strike treason pale,
Strike he who dules to utter fail,
Strike for yourselves, your hearthsone fires,
Strike with the nerve each hope inspires,
Strike for your SONS in battle torn,
Strike! for your children yet unbron;
Strike! for mankind blows thai will tell,
I'm times great stream responding swell,
Strike deadly blows, none else will do,
Strike traitors till they beg and sue
Strike crushing blows, then war will cease.
And then will fall the dews of peace
All Ger cur land.
JayrensriHc, jane 81, 1903