Classic Poem

Winds that sweep the southern mountains,
And the leafy river shore,
Bear ye now a prouder burden
Than ye ever learned before!
And the heart blood fills
The heart, till it thrills
At the story
Of the terror and the glory
Of this battle of the Allatoona hills!

Echo it from the purple mountain
To the gray resounding shore!
'T is as sad and proud a burden
As ye ever learned before.
How they fell like grass
When the mowers pass!
And the dying.
When the foe were flying,
Swelled the cheering of the heroes of the pass.

Sweep it o'er the hills of Georgia,
To the mountains of the north!
Teach the coward and the doubter
What the blood of man is worth!
Toss the flags as ye pass!
Let their stained and fatlered mass
Tell the story
Of the terror and the glory
Of the battle of the Allatoona Pass!