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47. Sumter.

I thought of Sumter all the night;
Of those beleaguered few
Who stood up nobly in the fight
For loyalty and freedom's right,
Against that recreant crew.

I saw that chain of rebel bands
Surround the sacred fort;
I saw five thousand traitors' hands,
Red with hot hate, their foul demands
With blustering arms support.

I saw five thousand on the shore,
Less than one hundred fight!
I heard the coward cannons roar,
And shot and shell relentless pour
Destruction through the night.

I saw might vanquish right, and then
I heard the miscreants brag
Of “victory,” when those starving men,
Shut up within a fortressed pen,
Were forced to lower their flag!

[34] O State, which patriots once did claim,
How is it with thee now?
False to thy country and thy name;
Henceforward, let the curse of shame
Be branded on thy brow!

an American.
--Evening Post.

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