THE UNCONQUERED BANNER.
Maud Dudley Shackelford, Tarboro, North Carolina
(Confederate Veteran, Vol. XXVI, No. 11, November 1918.)
There’s a banner that waves in the city of light,
Unfurled by the saints for eternity there
On the temple of peace, where the martyrs of right
Now see it upraised from adversity’s snare;
And the angel that guards it has written its story
Unencumbered by fate in the annals of glory.
Though the sages of earth trace in marble and stone
Its image, a symbol of death and of strife,
In the kingdom of love it has come to its own
As an emblem of truth from the Author of life,
Who has blazoned its stars where the souls of the shriven
At the gateway of bliss read its welcome to heaven.
O! we look on our harvesting land where the blood
Of patriots flowed for a wound or a scar,
And we listen in vain by the deep-rolling flood
For tales of its numberless victims of war;
But the voices of nature are everywhere singing
Of the victory born of our loyalty’s clinging.
For recounted as naught in the history of earth
The laurels once gathered from liberty’s sod,
And the hand of the spoiler which darkened our hearth
But offered our cause to the justice of God,
Who in wisdom united what man would discover,
Yet uplifted our banner unconquered forever.