CARMACK'S
PLEDGE TO THE SOUTH
THE SOUTH IS A LAND THAT HAS KNOWN
SORROWS: IT IS A LAND THAT HAS
BROKEN THE ASHEN CRUST AND
MOISTENED IT WITH TEARS: A LAND
SCARRED AND RIVEN BY THE PLOWSHARE
OF WAR AND BILLOWED WITH THE GRAVES
OF HER DEAD, BUT A LAND OF LEGEND.
A LAND OF SONG, A LAND OF HALLOWED
AND HEROIC MEMORIES.
TO THAT LAND EVERY DROP OF MY BLOOD,
EVERY FIBRE OF MY BEING, EVERY PULS-
ATION OF MY HEART, IS CONSECRATED
FOREVER,
I WAS BORN OF HER WOMB: I WAS
WHEN
MY LAST HOUR SHALL COME I PRAY
UPON
SLEEP
NURTURED AT HER BREAST: AND
GOD THAT I MAY BE PILLOWED
ROCKED TO
HER BOSOM AND
WITHIN HER TENDER
ARMS.
AND
ENCIRCLING
THIS TABLET PLACED HERE BY THE WCT.U