War Poetry of the South

by Unknown

II.

The Good Old Cause! it is still the same
Though age upon age may roll;
'Tis the cause of the right against the wrong,
Burning bright in each generous soul;
'Tis the cause of all who claim to live
As freemen on Freedom's sod;
Of the widow, who wails her husband and sons,
By Tyranny's heel down-trod.