The Texas Poem
By Silas Weir Mitchell
FAIR in the white array of peace,
We saw her from the distant shore,
And felt the quickened pulse increase
To know what gallant flag she bore.
Proud namesake of the Lonely Star,
God speed thee on thy watery way,
Or be it peace, or be it war,
That waits thee in that Southern bay.
To yon far island of the sea,
Twin sister of the Lonely Star,
Good-luck and honor go with thee,
Or be it peace, or be it war!
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