For three long, bloody hours, he stubborn sto
Environed by that fierce and fiery flood;
While blush'd his decks with bubbling, loyal blood,
With scuppers chok'd and red.
Three times that triple dance he fearless led;
Three times that circuit, that ellipse so dread;
Three times, 'mid splintering spar and falling dead,
He led the merciless path;
Three times his frigates and his gunboats well
Replied with hot-shot and with bursting shell,
nfilading those walls, that quak'd and fell
Beneath the scorching wrath!
Thick flew the shell within each rampart's breath;
High rose the brown sand in that storm of death;
So o'er the desert doth Sirocco's breath
The caravan betray;
For three long hours that hurricane of gore
Through stony embrasure and rampart tore;
Guns were dismantled, men in many a score
Were withering swept away.
In vain their toil! In vain the rebel strife;
No human courage might withstand, with life,
That storm, when every moment was so rife
With desolating scourge!
They fled, they flew, their arms aside were thrown;
No guns were spiked, no standards were pluck'd down,
But, wild with terror, o'er the country strewn,
Their frantic race they urge!
So ends the strife. The victor's guns are mute;
The shouting squadron their brave flag salute;
The veteran sailor and the raw recruit
Their deafening cheerings pour;
Prone drops the flag from yonder rebel mast--
Soon to the breeze the Union Stars are cast;
Avenged is Sumter's humbled flag at last,
On Carolina's shore!
Flag of our hearts, our symbol and our trust,
Though treason trample thy bright folds in dust,
Though dark rebellion, vile ambition's lust,
Conspire to tear thee down;
Millions of loyal lips will thee caress;
Millions of loyal hearts thy stars will bless,
Millions of loyal arms will round thee press,
To guard thy old renown!