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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 138 (search)
n's humble camp They flashed in dazzling sheen. Rise! souls of martyred heroes, Rise from your troubled grave, And guard once more our Union, Our broken country save! Rise, Stark, from old New Hampshire, Rise, Lincoln, from the Bay, Rise Sumter from the rice fields, As on that glorious day. Again o'er broad savannahs Rise Marion's swart brigade, Whose fiery tramp, like whirlwind rush, Swept down the everglade. Why now sleeps Henry's patriot heart; Why Otis' tongue of flame; Hancock and Adams, live they yet, Or live they but in name? They cannot die! immortal truth Outlasts the shock of time, And fires the faithful human heart With energy sublime. They live! on every hill and plain, By every gleaming river, Where'er their glowing feet have trod, They live and live for ever. The mem'ry of the past shall raise Fresh altars to their name; And coming years, with reverent hand, Protect the sacred flame. We know no North, nor South, nor West; One Union binds us all; Its stars and
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 349 (search)
rthern hearts were weak, Or Southern courage cold, That shell and shot fell harming not A man on shore or hold. ”It was that all their ghosts who lived To love the realm they made, Came fleeting so athwart the fire, That shot and shell were stayed. Washington with his sad still face, Franklin with silver hair, Lincoln and Putnam, Allen, Gates, And gallant Wayne were there. ”With those who rose at Boston, At Philadelphia met; Whose grave eyes saw the Union's seal To their first charter set. Adams, and Jay, and Henry, Rutledge and Randolph, too-- And many a name their country's fame Hath sealed brave, wise, and true. ”An awful host — above the coast, About the fort, they bung; Sad faces pale, too proud to wail, But with sore anguish wrung. And Faith and Truth, and Love and Ruth, Hovered the battle o'er, Hind'ring the shot, that freight of death Between those brothers bore. ”And thus it happed, by God's good grace, And those good spirits' band, That Death forbore the leaguer'd pla
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 546 (search)
rden from the National Capital expressly to order the reinforcement of Fort Pickens. His despatches were addressed to Capt. Adams, of the Sabine. He arrived safely at Pensacola — at Warrington — at the Headquarters of Gen. Bragg, on the very day that Gen. Bragg, Commodore Ingraham of the Confederate Navy, and Capt. Adams of the Sabine, had dined together. Worden, fearing trouble, read his orders two or three times, committed them to memory, and tore them up. He told Bragg he was a courierral Bragg, replied the officer; my position in the United States service forbids it. But I have an understanding with Capt. Adams, said the General. I cannot help it, interrupted the Lieutenant; I merely asked to go on board that vessel, and if yohly, he thought Bragg would, on his return, let him outside the Southern line unmolested. He proposed to go on shore; Capt. Adams first objected, but finally acquiesced. The brave Worden shoved off in his little boat, and landed. A complete cha