The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1867-11-30
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Who Shall be Our Standard Bearer 2

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brothers! whom our cannons rust ere, 1a;a
And our children's children dust are,
Who shall pierce the tears and laughter
Of the days to come hereafter 4.t' .(-ga +
With the mem'ry Of his story
Whose the triumph and the glory
OF the man who bore the standard,
Chlcfcst, in the struggling vangiarl-- ni
Who wns greatcr, purer, rarcr-
Who shall be our standard bearer?
Who was he who, great rs good,
In the breach suprcmcly stood,
"A simple man, q soldier true,
When, around his country's shrine,
Gather'd thrcatning war and drew
'Gainst our waiting stalwart few
Half hundred thousand men,
Southwark pour'd from hill and glen I
Rank on rank and line on line,
Till the cloud Of havoc grew
Blavk in Heavens sight, and burst
In storm of guns accurst
Whore the swarming hosts came down
'Gainst the fair bclcaguercd town?
Then our greatest soldier came
At the setting of the sun! II
Pierced the doubtful battles flame,
And with devastating blow
Struck the hostile standards low,
And each broken regiment
Back through midnight chaos sent,
Red with blood and pale with shame!
SO the stubborn field was won! s r,
fc saw him, mountains Of I.uray,
When banded battles spent its pride sf.
In ono long week of dolorous fray ~
-Againsthis slender ranks in vain,
Till like lion, CALLED at bay, ss.s Z ,;i+a.
Vex'd by the hunters cries aud stir, = ~
lie turned and poured the bloody charge
OF dauntless men ut Winchester,
And as the tempest lifts,the main
Swept Port Republics flaming mnrgo,
And NortIward ever, and afar,
sRoll'd back the wreck k-cncumbcr, ti.lo
With storms Of sWift, disastrous war!
"A day of rest-a time of pause!
And 10! once moro the menaccd cnusc
Called unto him, her chicfcst son,
From warning Richmond, where the brunt
OF battle shook the city's front! 1t
Then, answering, came our trusted one
From Shanandonhs rocky glen,
Articulatc iii roar of gun
And cheers of greatly daring men
And roll Of fierce, avcnging drums
And din of. clam rous war that filed
With sudden fear tho hostile rank,
Till higher, higher, higher thrilld
The peal Of battle on tho flank,
And seaward swept the foemen down,
And jublilant grew the rescued town,
While all our soldiers with acclaim
Threw up their caps with fierce hurrah,
And checred and blest his simple name,
Crying, "Behold! our greatest comes!
Our c..:c!sesi c.:csesi chief-our Joshua!"-
Anu ,,::ter-when Manassas plain
The hurly-burly felt again.
And rush of charging squadrons know
And saw once more the bleeding rout-
His loud defying bugles blew.
And long victorious Aaga threw ort.
Before the walls of Washington!
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Again, o trusty chief! awake
Thy cannons for thy country's sake!
BY Rappahannook's furrowed heath,
Above the bleak December SHOWS,
Anon the countless standards rose
And charge-compelling trumpets' blare
From Falmouth fed the hungry air,
The whilo, on every windy slope.
Our guns gave greeting to the foe,
And swept the surging ranks with death!
Then rose in wrath our country's hope,
And barred his strong right arm to slay,
And where tho hattlc's hottest breath
Gave fiercest warning of the fray,
Smotc, with sudden, desperate blow,
The circumventing ranks, and lo
The storm of conflict passed away!
Who saw him at the last
When Rappahannock's ruined fame