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The South
Yes, give me the land, where the ruins are spread
And the living tread light, on the heart of the dead
Yes, give me the land, that is blessed by the dust
And bright with the deeds, of the down-trodden just.
Yes, give me the land, where the battle's red blast
Has flashed on the future, the form of the past.
Yes, give me the land, that hath legends and lays
That tell of memories, of long vanished days.
Yes, give me the land, That hath story and song
To tell of the strife, Of the right with the wrong
Yes, give me the land, With a grave in each spot
And names in the graves. That shall not be forgot.
Yes, give me the land, Of the wreck and the tomb
There's grandeur in graves, There's glory in gloom
For out of the gloom, Future brightness is born
As, after the night, Looms the sunrise of morn.
And the graves of the dead, With the grass overgrown
May yet form the footstool of Liberty's throne
And each simple wreck, In the way-path of might
Shall yet be a rock, in the temple of Right
~~~Abram Joseph Ryan~~~
Therefore, as God's chosen people, holy and dearly
loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness,
humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with each other
and forgive whatever grievances you may have against
one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. And
over all these virtues put on love, which binds them
all together in perfect unity. (Colossians 3:12-14)
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