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Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing) | 8 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore) | 4 | 0 | Browse | Search |
J. William Jones, Christ in the camp, or religion in Lee's army | 2 | 0 | Browse | Search |
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 2. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier) | 2 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 7. | 2 | 0 | Browse | Search |
The Daily Dispatch: March 14, 1861., [Electronic resource] | 2 | 0 | Browse | Search |
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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), The Eagle of the sea. (search)
The Eagle of the sea. by W. H. C. Hosmer. Rocked in the trough of waves — to-night Aquila takes an eagle's flight; In the wind's eye she walks ahead, Ruled by a Chief who knows not dread. He is a sailor, staunch and true, Upholding the “Red, White, and Blue,” And guides his vessel over waves That roll above a million graves. I love the thunder of the gale, And pity those whose cheeks turn pale; I love the broad, blue open sea, Its billows have a charm for me. We may go down, or strike a r shouts aloud the sailor boy, She walks the waters in her joy. At last her toughened bones may bleach On ocean's gray and wreck-strewn beach; But what a nobler fate could be For the proud Eagle of the sea. Let the wind howl, and roar the surge, Aquila will her pathway urge, And time, with swift, but easy motion, Keep to the pulse-beat of the ocean. Fear not, my comrades, going forth, From the broad West and frowning North, To crush upon a Southern shore False traitors with the cannon's roar. <