Does any falter? Let him turn To some brave maiden's eyes, And catch the holy fires that burn In those sublunar skies. Oh! could you like your women feel, And in their spirit march, A day might see your lines of steel Beneath the victor's arch. What hope, O God! would not grow warm, When thoughts like these give cheer? The Lily calmly braves the storm, And shall the Palm-tree fear? No! rather let its branches court The rack that sweeps the plain, And from the Lily's regal port Learn how to breast the strain! Ho! woodsmen of the mountain side! Ho! dwellers in the vales! Ho! ye who by the roaring tide Have roughened in the gales! Come! flocking gayly to the fight, From forest, hill, and lake; We battle for our Country's right, And for the Lily's sake! NEW ORLEANS, _March 9, 1862_. WAR SONG.[4] AIR--"_March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale_." March, march on, brave "PALMETTO" boys, "SUMTER" and "LAFAYETTES" forward in order; March, march, "CALHOUN" and "RIFLE" boys, All the base Yankees are crossing the _border_. Banners are round ye spread, Floating above your head, Soon shall the _Lone Star_ be famous in story, On, on, my gallant men, Vict'ry be thine again; Fight for your _rights_, till the green sod is gory. March, march, etc. Young wives and sisters have buckled your armor on; Maidens ye love bid ye _go_ to the battle-field; Strong arms and stout hearts have many a vict'ry won, _Courage_ shall strengthen the weapons ye wield. Wild passions are storming, Dark schemes are forming, _Deep snares_ are laid, but they _shall not_ enthrall ye; Justice your cause shall greet, Laurels lay at your feet, If each brave band be watchful and wary. March, march, etc. Let fear and unmanliness vanish before ye; Trust in the Rock who will shelter the righteous; Plant _firmly_ each step on the soil of the _free_-- A heritage left by the sires who bled for us. May each heart be bounding, When trumpets are sounding, And the dark traitors shall strive to surround ye; The great God of Battle Can _still_ the war-rattle, And brighten the land with a sunset of glory. March, march, etc. VIRGINIA--LATE BUT SURE! BY W. H. HOLCOMBE.