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The following verses were recited at a late meeting at Ringgold, in Pittsylvania county, for the enrolment of volunteers, on behalf of the ladies then present: Haste, brothers, haste, for your comrades no longer. Can stay for your coming, their flags are unfurled; Each moment the chains of the tyrant grow stronger; On Southron's are resting the hopes of the world! For who, then, shall serve at pure Liberty's altar, Or offer libations, if Southrons be slaves? To arms, then, to arms!--leave cowards to falter! Tis Liberty calls you; hark,--‘"Forward, ye braves!"’ Hark to the wild shouts of freemen that rally! They come like the roar of the storm on the sea; They roll o'er the mountain, they rise from the valley, And the heavens re-echo the cries of the free! They come; ne'er in vain did fair Liberty call them. Her foes to beat back and the despot lay low; ‘"Sic Sempei Tyrannis!"’--can millions enthrall them That march' neath this banner to tread down the foe?
The Daily Dispatch: may 27, 1861. Richmond Dispatch. 4 pages. by Cowardin & Hammersley. Richmond. may 27, 1861. microfilm. Ann Arbor, Mi : Proquest. 1 microfilm reel ; 35 mm.
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