“ Than live like base slaves.
Though sorrow enshrouds
The Southern dominions,
And rude dogs of war
Howl o’er its bright plain:
And the ground over run
With Lincoln’s vile minions,
Who murder for hire,
And plunder for gain.
Yet a bright ray of sunshine,
Breaks through the vast darkness;
’Tis the spirit of Johnston,
Looking down from above:
He bids his brave soldiers,
To be firm and undaunted,
And trust in their God,
Full of truth, might and love!
This work was published before January 1, 1929 and is anonymous or pseudonymous due to unknown authorship. ”