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In the galaxy of nations,

A nation's flag's unfurled,

Transcending in its martial pride

The nations of the world.

Though born of war, baptized in blood,

Yet mighty from the time,

Like fabled phoenix, forth she stood--

Dismembered, yet sublime.

And braver heart, and bolder hand,

Ne'er formed a fabric fair

As Southern wisdom can command,

And Southern valor rear.

Though kingdoms scorn to own her sway,

Or recognize her birth,

The land blood-bought for Liberty

Will reign supreme on earth.

Clime of the Sun! Home of the Brave!

Thy sons are bold and free,

And pour life's crimson tide to save

Their birthright, Liberty!

Their fertile fields and sunny plains

That yield the wealth alone,

That's coveted for greedy gains

By despots-and a throne!

Proud country! battling, bleeding, torn,

Thy altars desolate;

Thy lovely dark-eyed daughters mourn

At war's relentless fate;

And widow's prayers, and orphan's tears,

Her homes will consecrate,

While more than brass or marble rears

The trophy of her great.

Oh! land that boasts each gallant name

Of JACKSON, JOHNSON, LEE,

And hosts of valiant sons, whose fame

Extends beyond the sea;

Far rather let thy plains become,

From gulf to mountain cave,

One honored sepulchre and tomb,

Than we the tyrant's slave!

Fair, favored land! thou mayst be free,

Redeemed by blood and war;

Through agony and gloom we see

Thy hope--a glimmering star;

Thy banner, too, may proudly float,

A herald on the seas--

Thy deeds of daring worlds remote

Will emulate and praise!

But who can paint the impulse pure,

That thrills and nerves thy brave

To deeds of valor, that secure

The rights their fathers gave?

Oh! grieve not, hearts; her matchless stain,

Crowned with the warrior's wreath,

From beds of fame their proud refrain

Was "Liberty or Death!"