Forwarded from The Virginia Flaggers 🇸🇴
"As long as unselfish patriotism, Christian devotion and purity of character, and deeds of heroism shall command the admiration of men, Stonewall Jackson's name and fame will be reverenced." -- Jubal Early
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"The type of Southern civilization is peculiar and impressive. In
its progression and maturity, it will ripen into the symmetry of the
Greek, the compactness of the Roman, and the voluptuous elegance
of the Asiatic. It is made up of our history, character and municipal institutions. Long may it last, and long will it last, if we are but true to ourselves and our great mission. Our errand is a sacred
one, and if we but pursue it, our course must be prosperous, and our
influence upon future generations of men beautiful and beneficial, like
morning round the mountain spread." - Laurence M. Keitt
its progression and maturity, it will ripen into the symmetry of the
Greek, the compactness of the Roman, and the voluptuous elegance
of the Asiatic. It is made up of our history, character and municipal institutions. Long may it last, and long will it last, if we are but true to ourselves and our great mission. Our errand is a sacred
one, and if we but pursue it, our course must be prosperous, and our
influence upon future generations of men beautiful and beneficial, like
morning round the mountain spread." - Laurence M. Keitt
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Forwarded from Old Glory Club
Read the latest Old Glory Club article by guest contributor Old Cavalier:
https://open.substack.com/pub/oldgloryclub/p/reclaiming-lees-virginia
https://open.substack.com/pub/oldgloryclub/p/reclaiming-lees-virginia
Substack
Reclaiming Lee’s Virginia
Recognizing Virginia’s Multiplying Troubles
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Home in Dixie
Oh I wish I were in the land of cotton
Which rarely do I wish
For I am planted deeply here
In Christ, kin and kith.
Old times there are not forgotten
This we do all attest
Our graves, statues, and our songs
Flags and gloried myth.
Those that have left us, look away
And yearn to be back home
Where Magnolia flowers scent the night
And coon dogs meant to roam
Yes, I was born in Dixie’s land
Early on a frosty morning
And if I ever stray from her
My heart would turn to mourning
Hooray, Hooray, Hooray, Hooray!
I shall take my stand again
As my fathers call me too
For Home is Dixie’s Land!
-By A Dixie Anon
Oh I wish I were in the land of cotton
Which rarely do I wish
For I am planted deeply here
In Christ, kin and kith.
Old times there are not forgotten
This we do all attest
Our graves, statues, and our songs
Flags and gloried myth.
Those that have left us, look away
And yearn to be back home
Where Magnolia flowers scent the night
And coon dogs meant to roam
Yes, I was born in Dixie’s land
Early on a frosty morning
And if I ever stray from her
My heart would turn to mourning
Hooray, Hooray, Hooray, Hooray!
I shall take my stand again
As my fathers call me too
For Home is Dixie’s Land!
-By A Dixie Anon
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