OUR CAUSE by WILLIAM JAMES LINTON

So, Freedom, thy great quarrel may we serve,
With truest zeal that, sensitive of blame,
Ever thy holy banner would preserve
As pure as woman's love or knightly fame.

And though detraction's flood we proudly breast,
Or, weakening, sink in that unfathom'd sea,
Ever we'll keep aloft our banner, lest
Even the black spray soil its purity.

My life be branded and my name be flung
To infamy; -- beloved, I will wear
Thy beauty on my shield, till even the tongue
Of falsehood echo truth, and own thee fair.

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