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ONWARD, PROUD VIRGINIA!
Virginia's history's Golden,
Her Past to her Sons has been told;
That Past will always be with her,
High raise your proud head, O Virginia!
Forward! your battle-cry be;
Glorious For You And For Me!
C. E. Fisher.
THE NEW VIRGINIA
She does not gaze unwillingly, nor too complacently, upon old years, and dares concede that but with loss of manliness may any man encroach upon the heritage of a dog or of a trotting-horse, and consider the exploits of an ancestor to guarantee an innate and personal excellence.
To her all former glory is
Less A Jewel Than A Touchstone,
and with her portion of it, daily she appraises her own doing, and without vain speech. For her high past unparalleled, she values now, in chief, as fit foundation of that edifice whereon she labors day by day, and with augmenting strokes.
Thy Golden Age is yet to be. Giants hadst thou in the days of old, but thy race of giants is not yet dead. Into the footsteps of the fathers the feet of a new generation are treading with sturdy yet reverent step.
The winter of thy discontent is over and the new blood of a vernal season is within thy breast. It is coursing through the veins of thy mountains. 'Tis running in the streams down hillsides. 'Tis singing in thy rivers that run to the sea.
From the mountains of the west to the laughing waves of the eastern shore the pulse of new-born energy is throbbing through thee.
Thou venerated Mother of States! Thou art moving in the march of progress with the sturdiest of thy daughters.
Thou art reborn to
A New Dominion!
Glorious in thy history, but greater in thy hope—may the house of thy future surpass even
The Temple Op Thy Past. Richmond.