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THE SWORD OF ROBERT LEE

Forth from its scabbard, pure and bright, Flashed the sword of Lee! Far in the front of the deadly fight, High o er the brave in the cause of Right, Its stainless sheen, like a beacon light, Led us to Victory. Out of its scabbard, where, full long, It slumbered peacefully. Roused from its rest by the battle s song, Shielding the feeble, smiting the strong, Guarding the right, avenging the wrong, Gleamed the sword of Lee. Forth from its scabbard, high in air Beneath Virginia s sky And they who saw it gleaming there, And knew who bore it, knelt to swear That where that sword led they would dare To follow and to die. Out of its scabbard! Never hand Waved sword from stain as free, Nor purer sword led braver band, Nor braver bled for a brighter land, Nor brighter land had a cause so grand, Nor cause a chief like Lee! Forth from its scabbard! how we prayed That sword might victor be; And when our triumph was delayed,