Treasure Island

Cornelia Jane Matthews Jordan

(1830-1898 / USA)

Poems of Cornelia Jane Matthews Jordan

1. Virginia's Dead 10/13/2010

Virginia's Dead

Proud mother of a race that reared
The brave and good of ours,
Lo! on thy bleeding bosom lie
Thy pale and perished flowers.
Where'er upon her own bright soil
Hosts meet their blood to shed-
Where brightly gleams the victor's sword,
There sleep Virginia's dead.

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