Margaret Junkin Preston (Маргарет Джанкин Престон)

Virginia

   A Sonnet

Grandly thou fillest the world's eye to-day,
  My proud Virginia! When the gage was thrown--
  The deadly gage of battle--thou, alone,
Strong in thy self-control, didst stoop to lay
The olive-branch thereon, and calmly pray
  We might have peace, the rather. When the foe
  Turned scornfully upon thee,--bade thee go,
And whistled up his war-hounds, then--the way
  Of duty full before thee,--thou didst spring
  Into the centre of the martial ring--
Thy brave blood boiling, and thy glorious eye,
  Shot with heroic fire, and swear to claim
  Sublimest victory in God's own name,--
Or, wrapped in robes of martyrdom,--to die!

1. Hymn to the National Flag
2. The Reapers of Lindisfarne
3. The Bivouac in the Snow
4. Calling the Angels in
5. Gone Forward

Thomas Eliot (Томас Элиот) Virginia ("Red river, red river")

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