The Stars & Bars

By: O. T. Dozier, MD. Birmingham Alabama

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The Stars and BarsĀ  are fallen,

And will never float again,

But bright on history’s pages

It will live without a stain.

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For proudest recollections

Of battles fought and won,

And glorious deeds of valor,

By Southern patriots done,

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Will embalm in sacred memory

The banner, bright and dear,

And sound it down the ages

As the one without a peer.

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‘T was born of stern oppression,

And was cradled in the storm,

Rose demanding a reform,

When retributive justice

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And in the name of liberty

Was christened in the blood

Of heroes and of patriots

That flowed in crimson flood.

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And thus endeared to freedom

By every sacred tie,

Our hearts were rent with anguish

When we saw it droop and die.

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We held it in affection,

And rejoiced to see it wave;

We loved the men who bore it,

For they were true and brave.

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We loved its holy cause,

And the hopes that it inspired,

And we honor every martyr

Who beneath its folds expired.

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With reverence, too, the chieftains,.

Each and every separate name

Who, ‘neath the star-wreathed banner,

Fought and won their glorious fame.

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But supported not by nations

Who beheld it from afar,

Alone it met the tempest

Of the fiery crest of war.

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No nation recognized it,

No arms were stretched to save;

But the world will ne’er forget it

As the banner of the brave.

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But now that flag is fallen,

And will proudly float no more;

Our soldiers tents are folded,

And the din of war is o’er.

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Our cannon’s throats are silent,

The sword is in its sheath,

Our camps are all deserted

Save the silent camps of death.

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No sentinel now on duty

Doth freedom’s watch-words tell,

For liberty was ended

When that glorious banner fell.

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From: Confederate Veteran Magazine, Volume I, No. 7., July, 1893, Page 207.