119. A welcome to the invader.
“an ode,” addressed to the picked men of Col. Wilson's New York command. I.What! have ye come to spoil our fields,
Black hearts and bloody hands!
And taste the sweets that conquest yields
To those who win our lands?
II.
Back to your dens of crime and shame,
Black hearts and bloody hands!
Ye but disgrace a soldier's name,
Owning such vile commands.
III.
Your ribald chieftain is a fool,--
Black hearts and bloody hands!
In sneaky Seward's grasp a tool--
In Blair's — a beast he stands.
IV.
Dare ye with patriot men to strive?--
Black hearts and bloody hands!
And can ye hope to ‘scape alive
From their avenging brands?
V.
Thieves, ruffians, hirelings, slaves,
Black hearts and bloody hands!
Our country will refuse its graves
To your polluted bands.
VI.
The carrion vulture in his flight--
Black hearts and bloody hands!
Shall scent you, as you droop in fight,
Nor wait your ebbing sands.
--Charleston Courier.