Southern Cross

[Buddy1989]

The Southern Cross
By E. K. Blunt

In the Name of God! Amen!
Stand for our Southern rights;
On our side, Southern men,
The God of battles fights:
Fling the invaders far-
Hurl back their work of woe-
Thy voice is the voice of a brother,
But the hands are the hands of a foe.
They come with a trampling army,
Invading our native sod-
Stand, Southrons! fight and conquer
In the name of the mighty God

They are singing our song of triumph,
Which proclaimed us proud and free-
While breaking away the heartstrings
Of our nation's harmony.
Sadly it floateth from us,
Sighing o'er land and wave;
Till, mute on the lips of the poet,
It sleeps in its Southern grave.
Spirit and song departed!
Minstrel and minstrelsy!
We mourn ye, heavy hearted,-
But we will-we will be free!

They are waving our flag above us,
With the despot's tyrant will;
With our blood they have stained its colors,
And they call it holy still.
With tearful eyes, but steady hand,
We'll tear its stripes apart,
And fling them, like broken fetters,
That may not bind the heart.
But we'll save our stars of glory,
In the might of the sacred sign
Of Him who has fixed forever
One "Southern Cross" to shine.

Stand, Southrons! fight and conquer!
Solemn, and strong, and sure!
The fight shall not be longer
Than God shall bid endure.
By the life that but yesterday
Waked with the infant's breath!
By the feet which, ere morning, may
Tread to the soldier's death!
By the blood which cries to heaven-
Crimson upon our sod!
Stand, Southrons! fight and conquer,
In the name of the mighty God!