88. rebels.Gen. Beauregard, now in command of the rebel forces in Charleston, has much fame as a tactician.--Harper's Weekly, March 23. Yes, call them rebels! 'tis the name
Their patriot fathers bore,
And by such deeds they'll hallow it
As they have done before.
At Lexington, and Baltimore,
Was poured the holy chrism;
For Freedom marks her sons with blood,
In sign of their baptism.
Rebels, in proud and bold protest,
Against a power unreal;
A unity which every quest
Proves false as 'tis ideal.
A brotherhood, whose ties are chains,
Which crushes while it holds,
Like the old marble Laocoon
Beneath its serpent folds.
Rebels, against the malice vast,
Malice, that nought disarms,
Which fills the quiet of their homes
With vague and dread alarms.
Against th' invader's daring feet,
Against the tide of wrong,
Which has been borne, in silence borne,
But borne perchance too long.
They would be cowards, did they crouch
Beneath the lifted hand,
Whose very wave, ye seem to think,
Will chill them where they stand.
Yes, call them rebels! 'tis a name
Which speaks of other days,
Of gallant deeds, and gallant men,
And wins them to their ways.
Fair was the edifice they raised,
Uplifting to the skies;
A mighty Samson 'neath its dome
In grand quiescence lies.
Dare not to touch his noble limb,
With thong or chain to bind,
Lest ruin crush both you and him;--
This Samson is not blind!
Natchitoches, May, 1861.