The Good Old North State
The Good Old North State By William Gaston.
Carolina ! Carolina ! Heave it’s blessings attend her!
While we live we will cherish, protect and defend her;
Though the scorner may [?eer] at and witlings defame her,
Our hearts swell with gladness whenever we name her.
Though she envies not others their merited glory,
Say, whose name stands foremost in Liberty’s story?
Though too true to herself [?e’er] to crouch to oppression,
Who can yield to just rule more loyal submission?
Plain and artless her sons, but whose doors open faster
At the knock of a stranger, or the tale of disaster?
How like to the rudeness of their dear native mountains,
With rich ore in their bosoms and life in their fountains.
And her daughters, the Queen of the Forest resembling,
So graceful, so constant, yet to gentlest breath trembling,
And true lightwood at heart, let the match be applied them,
How they kindle and flame! Oh! none know but who’ve tried them.
Then let all who love us, love the land that we live in,
(As happy a region as on this side of Heaven),
Where Plenty and Freedom, Love and Peace smile before us,
Raise aloud, raise together, the heart-thrilling chorus!