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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 349 (search)
ang--” 'Twas not by chance, Still less by fraud or fear, That Sumter's battle came and closed, Nor cost the world a tear. Twas not that Northern 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
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 402 (search)
l,” --still persisting, the weeping veteran cried, “I'm young enough to follow, so long as you're my guide; And some, you know, must bite the dust, and that, at least, can I; So, give the young ones place to fight, but me a place to die! VIII. ”If they should fire on Pickens, let the Colonel in command Put me upon the rampart, with the flag-staff in my hand; No odds how hot the cannon-smoke, or how the shells may fly; I'll hold the Stars and Stripes aloft, and hold them till I die! IX. ”I'm ready, General, so you let a post to me be given, Where Washington can see me, as he looks from highest heaven, And say to Putnam at his side, or, may-be, General Wayne, There stands old Billy Johnson, that fought at Lundy's Lane! X. ”And when the fight is hottest, before the traitors fly, When shell and ball are screeching, and bursting in the sky, If any shot should hit me, and lay me on my face, My soul would go to Washington, and not to Arnold's place! “ May 13, 1861. --The I