NATIONAL HYMN.

Words by Capt. E. Griswold. Music by J. W. Groschel.

Now let the thrilling anthem rise,
O’er all the glorious land,
Where tow’ring hills usurp the skies,
And valleys broad expand.
Where each majestic river rolls,
Where wave the fields of grain,
Let Southern hearts and Southern souls
Repeat the exulting strain.

Chorus.—The cross and bars, its gleaming stars,
Shall float o’er land and main;
The cross and bars, its gleaming stars,
Shall float o’er land and main;
Confederate Sov’reign State we stand,
God save our land, God save our land;
Confederate Sov’reign State we stand,
God save our land, God save our land,
God save our land, God save our land.

Where golden fruited orange blossoms,
Green lemon grove and bower,
And where the tall magnolia looms,
With proud imperial flower,
Where bursting from their ripened bolls,
The cotton spreads the plain.
Let Southern hearts and Southern souls
Repeat the exulting strain.
Chorus.

Where happy vassals chant their song,
In fields and homes and boats,
Where mocking birds the chords prolong,
Swelling their mottled throats,
Where law’s broad ægis still upholds
Enlightened freedom’s claim.
Chorus.

Where in the Southern zenith glows
The warmth the sun imparts,
Afar from frigid Northern snows,
And bustling Northern Marts,
Where generous impulse still controls,
And scorns polluting stain,
Let Southern hearts and Southern souls,
Repeat th’ exulting strain.
Chorus.

And still from age to age repeat
The tale of battles won,
When bigot Northmen found defeat
Before each Southern son.
Proudly recount the muster rolls
Of living braves and slain,
Let Southern hearts and Southern souls
Repeat th’ exulting strain.
Chorus.

Where Chesapeake’s broad waters glow
Round Maryland’s green lands,
To where the gulf and ocean bow
By Florida’s white sands;
From where the mad Atlantic rolls
To Rio Grande’s plain,
Let Southern hearts and Southern souls
Repeat th’ exulting strain.
Chorus.