Anne Custis Burgess Marker

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Summerton in Clarendon County, South Carolina — The American South (South Atlantic)

Anne Custis Burgess

By Mike Stroud, October 11, 2009

1. Anne Custis Burgess Marker

Inscription. This is the childhood home of Anne Custis Burgess, who was born in 1874 in Mayersville. After receiving a diploma from Converse College, she taught music at Summerton, Williamston, and Winthrop College. At the time of her death in 1910 she was employed by Thornwell Orphanage. Miss Burgess composed the music and Henry Timrod the lyrics for "Carolina," which became the state song in 1911.

Erected 1980 by Clarendon County Historical Society. (Marker Number 14-4.)

Location. 33° 36.217′ N, 80° 21.211′ W. Marker is in Summerton, South Carolina, in Clarendon County. Marker is on Church Street (U.S. 301) near Burgess Street, on the right when traveling north. Click for map. Marker is in this post office area: Summerton SC 29148, United States of America.

Other nearby markers. At least 8 other markers are within 4 miles of this marker, as the crow flies. Patriot Departs to Ride with Marion (approx. 0.3 miles away); Siege of Fort Watson (approx. 0.4 miles away); Wagon Travel (approx. 0.4 miles away); Senn's Mill (approx. 0.4 miles away); The Patriot and the Redcoat (approx. 0.4 miles away); Taw Caw Church (approx. 1.1 miles away); Liberty Hill Church / Pioneers in Desegregation (approx. 2.3 miles away); Andrews Chapel Church (approx. 4 miles away). Click for a list of all markers in Summerton.

Anne Custis Burgess Marker and childhood house Photo, Click for full size

By Mike Stroud, October 11, 2009

2. Anne Custis Burgess Marker and childhood house

Regarding Anne Custis Burgess. "Carolina"
Written by Henry Timrod
Composed by Anne Custis Burgess
Hold up the glories of thy dead;
Say how thy elder children bled,
And point to Eutaw's battle-bed.
Carolina! Carolina!
Throw thy bold banner to the breeze!
Front with thy ranks the threatening seas
Like thine own proud armorial trees,
Carolina! Carolina!
Thy skirts indeed the foe may part,
Thy robe be pierced with sword and dart,
They shall not touch thy noble heart,
Carolina! Carolina!
Girt with such wills to do and bear,
Assured in right, and mailed in prayer,
Thou wilt not bow thee to despair,
Carolina! Carolina!