Beechenbrook A Rhyme of the War

Chapter 4

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Look back through all thy storied past, And sit erect in conscious pride:-- No grander heroes ever died-- No sterner, battled to the last!

VII.

Weep, if thou wilt, with proud, sad mein, Thy blasted hopes--thy peace undone,-- Yet brave, live on,--nor seek to shun Thy fate, like Egypt's conquer'd Queen.

VIII.

Though forced a captive's place to fill, In the triumphal train,--yet there, Superbly, like Zenobia, wear Thy chains,--_Virginia Victrix_ still!