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New Orleans (Louisiana, United States) (search for this): chapter 23
7. New-Orleans won back: a lay for our sailors. by Robert Lowell, Author of The New Priest, Fresh hearts that failed. [The opening words of the burden are a scrap of an old song caught up.] catch — Oh! up in the morning, up in the morning, Up in the morning early! There lay the town that our guns looked down, With its streets all dark and surly. God made three youths to walk unscathed In the furnace seven times hot; And when smoky flames our squadron bathed, Amid horrors of shell and shot, Then, too, it was God that brought them through That death-crowded thoroughfare: So now, at six bells, the church-pennons flew, And the crews went all to prayer. Thank God! thank God! our men won the fight, Against forts, and fleets, and flame: Thank God! they have given our flag its right, In a town that brought it shame. Oh! up in the morning, up in the morning, Up in the morning early! Our flag hung there, in the fresh, still air, With smoke floating soft and curly. Ten days for th
Crescent City (California, United States) (search for this): chapter 23
the blazing rafts ashore; They battered the great rams down; Scarce a wreck floated where was a fleet before, When our ships came up to the town. There were miles of batteries yet to be dared, But they quenched these all, as in play; Then with their yards squared, their guns' mouths bared, They held the great town at bay. Oh! up in the morning, up in the morning, Up in the morning early! Our stout ships came through shell, shot and flame, But the town will not always be surly; For this Crescent City takes to its breast The Father of Waters' tide; And here shall the wealth of our world, in the West, Meet wealth of the world beside : Here the date-palm and the olive find A near and equal sun; And a hundred broad, deep rivers wind To the summer-sea in one: Here the Fall steals all old Winter's ice, And the Spring steals all his snow; While he but smiles at their artifice, And like his own nature go. Oh! up in the morning, up in the morning, Up in the morning early! May that flag float
Winter (search for this): chapter 23
reck floated where was a fleet before, When our ships came up to the town. There were miles of batteries yet to be dared, But they quenched these all, as in play; Then with their yards squared, their guns' mouths bared, They held the great town at bay. Oh! up in the morning, up in the morning, Up in the morning early! Our stout ships came through shell, shot and flame, But the town will not always be surly; For this Crescent City takes to its breast The Father of Waters' tide; And here shall the wealth of our world, in the West, Meet wealth of the world beside : Here the date-palm and the olive find A near and equal sun; And a hundred broad, deep rivers wind To the summer-sea in one: Here the Fall steals all old Winter's ice, And the Spring steals all his snow; While he but smiles at their artifice, And like his own nature go. Oh! up in the morning, up in the morning, Up in the morning early! May that flag float here till the earth's last year, With the lake mists, fair and pearly.
Robert Lowell (search for this): chapter 23
7. New-Orleans won back: a lay for our sailors. by Robert Lowell, Author of The New Priest, Fresh hearts that failed. [The opening words of the burden are a scrap of an old song caught up.] catch — Oh! up in the morning, up in the morning, Up in the morning early! There lay the town that our guns looked down, With its streets all dark and surly. God made three youths to walk unscathed In the furnace seven times hot; And when smoky flames our squadron bathed, Amid horrors of shell and shot, Then, too, it was God that brought them through That death-crowded thoroughfare: So now, at six bells, the church-pennons flew, And the crews went all to prayer. Thank God! thank God! our men won the fight, Against forts, and fleets, and flame: Thank God! they have given our flag its right, In a town that brought it shame. Oh! up in the morning, up in the morning, Up in the morning early! Our flag hung there, in the fresh, still air, With smoke floating soft and curly. Ten days for th