"Throw thy bold banner to the breeze! Front with thy ranks the threatening seas Like thine own proud armorial trees, Carolina! Fling down thy gauntlet to the Huns, And roar the challenge from thy guns; Then leave the future to thy sons, Carolina!"
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An adaptation of this poem , edited by G.R. Goodwin and set to music by Anne Curtis Burgess, was adopted as the official state song of Carolina in 1911.
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Henry Timrod
Henry Timrod (December 8, 1828 – October 7, 1867) was an American poet from South Carolina, often called the Poet Laureate of the Confederacy.
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