Breathe Freedom's air, so pure and sweet,
After the toil, 'tis just and meet,
That 'cross the valleys we would greet
The heights of new success.
Though troubles met us cruel and long,
And weak were pitted 'gainst the strong,
Still right may win against the wrong
If Heaven gives its "yes."
Then let us forward, heads held high,
Faces up turned Southern sky,
Remembering that, we live, we die
And God has deemed us blest.
3/21/2022 06:14:48 am
Lovely poetry Mr. Carter. The words are comforting given these troubled times. Thank you.
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Christopher J. Carter is an Alabama native. He graduated with a B.A. in History from Aquinas College, Nashville, Tennessee, and a J.D. from Ave Maria School of Law, Naples, Florida.