Grandly Thou Fillest The World'S Eye To-Day, My Proud Virginia! When The Gage Was Thrown - The Deadly Gage Of Battle - Thou, Alone, Strong In Thy Self-Control, Didst Stoop To Lay The Olive-Branch Thereon, And Calmly Pray We Might Have Peace, The Rather. When The Foe Turned Scornfully Upon Thee, - Bade Thee Go, And Whistled Up His War-Hounds, Then - The Way Of Duty Full Before Thee, - Thou Didst Spring Into The Centre Of The Martial Ring - Thy Brave Blood Boiling, And Thy Glorious Eye, Shot With Heroic Fire, And Swear To Claim Sublimest Victory In God'S Own Name, - Or, Wrapped In Robes Of Martyrdom, - To Die!