GOD SAVE THE SOUTH

By George H. Miles, of Baltimore[1]

God save the South!

Her altars and firesides –

God save the South!

Now that the war is night –

Now that we arm to die –

Chanting our battle-cry,

Freedom or death!

God be our shield!

At home or a-field,

Stretch Thine arm over us,

Strengthen and save!

What though they’re five to one

Forward each sire and son,

Strike till the war is done,

Strike to the grave.

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[1] War Songs and Poems of the Southern Confederacy, 1861-1865, A Collection of the Most Popular and Impressive Songs and Poems of War Times, Dear to Every Southern Heart, Collected and Retold with Personal Reminiscences of the War by H. M. Wharton, D.D., p. 281