BY
JOAQUIN MILLER

TO THE BOERS.

For Freedom’s battles once begun,

Bequeathed from bleeding sire to son,

Though baffled oft, are ever won.

BYRON.

The Sword of Gideon, Sword of God

Be with ye, Boers. Brave men of peace

Ye hewed the path, ye brake the sod,

Ye fed white flocks of fat increase