THE SOUTHERN CROSS ST. GEORGE TUCKER Oh, say, can you see through the gloom and the storm, More bright for the darkness, that pure constellation? Like the symbol of love and redemption its form, As it points to the haven of hope for the nation. How radiant each star, as the beacon afar, Giving promise of peace or assurance of war! 'Tis the Cross of the South, which shall ever remain, To light us to freedom and glory again! How peaceful and blest was America's soil Till betrayed by the guile of the Puritan demon, 10 |