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Daughters of the Republic of Texas

In the heart of Texas, under the vast sky so grand,

Stand the daughters of the Republic, a resolute band.

With spirits as wild as the bluebonnets in spring,

They carry the legacy that history does sing.

 

From the Alamo’s echoes to the San Jacinto sun,

Their forebears shaped Texas, with each victory won.

In their veins flows the courage of those long ago,

Who dreamt of a Republic, where freedom could grow.

 

They are the guardians of stories, the keepers of fate,

Honoring those who made Texas truly great.

Their hands preserve treasures of the Lone Star state,

With every artifact, and tale they relate.

 

Daughters of the Republic, with pride they stand tall,

Their heritage a tapestry hung on the wall.

The past speaks through them, its voice clear and strong,

In every endeavor, they right every wrong.

 

Their mission is steadfast, to educate and to share,

The essence of Texas, with love and with care.

They are the custodians of a history so vast,

Ensuring the spirit of the Republic will last.

 

So here’s to the daughters, with their lineage so rare,

May they forever keep alive, this history they bear.

For as long as the star on the Texas flag flies,

The daughters of the Republic will be its steadfast allies.

 

The Torch of the Republic's Light

In fair Texas’ bosom, where the brave spirits rest,

Dwell the daughters of freedom, in valorous quest.

Their souls, like the stars o'er the prairie so bright,

Doth carry the torch of the Republic's light.

 

From Alamo's shadows to San Jacinto's field,

Their ancestors' valor, like a strong shield,

Did forge a land where liberty's tree could grow,

And watered it with hope, as history doth show.

 

With eloquence and grace, these daughters do keep,

The stories of yore, in memory’s deep sweep.

They guard the relics of a past so bold,

And in their careful hands, Texas' tale is told.

 

In stately halls and through time's vast corridor,

They walk with the pride of those who came before.

Their voices, like silver trumpets, call

To remember the sacrifice, the rise after the fall.

 

Their mission, noble, in every word and deed,

To sow the seeds of knowledge, like a bountiful seed.

They are custodians of a legacy so wide,

In their stewardship, Texas’ spirit doth reside.

 

So raise a sonnet to these daughters, so rare,

In their hands, the Republic's legacy they bear.

As long as the lone star in the heavens doth shine,

Their dedication to Texas, forever will entwine.

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