THE VIRGINIANS OF THE VALLEY by Francis Orray Ticknor (1822-1874)

The knightliest knights of the knightly race Who, since the days of old, Have kept the lamp of chivalry Alight in hearts of gold: The kindliest of the kindly band Who, rarely hating ease, Yet rode with Spottswood round the land, And Raleigh round the seas; Who climbed the blue Virginia hills Against embattled foes, And planted there, in valleys fair, The lily and the rose; Whose fragrance lives in many lands, Whose beauty stars the earth, And lights the hearths of happy homes With loveliness and worth. We thought they slept! the sons who kept The names of noble sires, And slumbered while the darkness crept Around their vigil-fires; But aye the "Golden Horseshoe" Knights Their old Dominion keep, Whose foes have found enchanted ground, But not a knight asleep!

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