<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345817" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Southern Mother's Charge</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You go, my son, to the battle-field <br>To repel the invading foe; <br>'Mid its fiercest conflicts never yield <br>Till death shall lay you low. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our God, who smiles upon the Right, <br>And frowns upon the Wrong, <br>Will nerve you for our holy fight, <br>And make your courage strong. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our cause is just. For it we pray <br>At morning, noon and night; <br>Upon our banners we inscribe <br>God, Liberty and Right. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I love you as my life, <br>My dear beloved son; <br>Your country calls-go forth and fight <br>Till Freedom's cause is won. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It may be that you fall in death, <br>Contending for your home, <br>Yet your aged mother will not be <br>Forsaken, though alone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A thousand generous hearts there are <br>Throughout this sunny land, <br>Whose ample fortunes will be spent <br>With an unsparing hand. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now go, my son; a mother's prayers <br>Will ever follow thee; <br>And in the thickest of the fight <br>Strike home for liberty. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On every hill, in every glen, <br>We'll fight till we are free- <br>We'll fight till every limpid brook <br>Runs crimson to the sea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No truce we know, till every foe <br>Shall leave our hallowed sod, <br>And we regain that Heaven born boon- <br>'Freedom to worship God.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Americas">Anonymous Americas</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345817" data-title="The Southern Mother's Charge de Anonymous Americas" data-description="You go, my son, to the battle-field To repel the invading foe; 'Mid its fiercest conflicts never yield Till death shall lay you low. Our God, who smiles upon the Right, And frowns upon the Wrong, Will nerve you for our holy fight, And make..."></div> </div> </div>

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