43779.fb2 Shapes of Clay - читать онлайн бесплатно полную версию книги . Страница 236

Shapes of Clay - читать онлайн бесплатно полную версию книги . Страница 236

THE CONFEDERATE FLAGS.

  Tut-tut! give back the flags—how can you care    You veterans and heroes?  Why should you at a kind intention swear    Like twenty Neroes?  Suppose the act was not so overwise—    Suppose it was illegal—  Is 't well on such a question to arise    And pinch the Eagle?  Nay, let's economize his breath to scold    And terrify the alien  Who tackles him, as Hercules of old    The bird Stymphalian.  Among the rebels when we made a breach    Was it to get their banners?  That was but incidental—'t was to teach    Them better manners.  They know the lesson well enough to-day;    Now, let us try to show them  That we 're not only stronger far than they.    (How we did mow them!)  But more magnanimous. You see, my lads,      'T was an uncommon riot;  The warlike tribes of Europe fight for "fads,"      We fought for quiet.  If we were victors, then we all must live      With the same flag above us;  'Twas all in vain unless we now forgive      And make them love us.  Let kings keep trophies to display above      Their doors like any savage;  The freeman's trophy is the foeman's love,      Despite war's ravage.  "Make treason odious?" My friends, you'll find      You can't, in right and reason,  While "Washington" and "treason" are combined—      "Hugo" and "treason."  All human governments must take the chance      And hazard of sedition.  O, wretch! to pledge your manhood in advance      To blind submission.  It may be wrong, it may be right, to rise      In warlike insurrection:  The loyalty that fools so dearly prize      May mean subjection.  Be loyal to your country, yes—but how    If tyrants hold dominion?  The South believed they did; can't you allow    For that opinion?  He who will never rise though rulers plods    His liberties despising  How is he manlier than the sans culottes    Who's always rising?  Give back the foolish flags whose bearers fell    Too valiant to forsake them.  Is it presumptuous, this counsel? Well,    I helped to take them.