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Columbia (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 341
ing their nation! Now they rise; one is ours--“the skull and cross bars ;” The other is Freedom's! the proud Stripes and Stars! Bang! bang! hear the roar! It sinks — it is o'er! Hurrah I here's success to bold Treason! And yet there are times, I frankly declare, When these triumphs much more resemble despair; And that flag which we saw just now in the skies, With memories haunts me — o'erflowing my eyes And could I return — nay, heed not, I pray, I wander in mind, knowing not what I say. Shout! shout! I implore, Louder still than before! Hurrah! here's success to bold Treason! Again yonder flag! sank it not 'neath the main? Behold, it is up — high as ever again! What means that acclaim? the plank. spar, and rope! Great God! they're for me 'tis the death-knell of hope! Adieu, friends — I choke — I strangle — I die! Hark, hark! to that deafening, triumphant cry: Fill, fill to the brim, Chant Columbia's hymn! Hurrah! here is death to bold Treason! --London Ameri
Henry Bergh (search for this): chapter 341
101. the Chant of treason! by Henry Bergh. When suspicion is lulled, when confidence reigns, When daylight departs, and darkness attains; When innocence sleeps and honor reposes, When industry rests on its pillow of roses; When the justice of man is drugged with deceit, And the plans of the traitor are all complete-- Then — goblet on high, Hark! to his mad cry: Hurrah! here's success to bold Treason! What though that ancient and world-honored State, Whose laws both protect the small and the great, That freights every ambient breath of the sea With tidings of hope to the slave — from the free-- What though its banner, bespangled with stars, Was woven 'mid blood, privations, and scars-- Well! what's that to me? Come, join in the glee: Hurrah! here's success to bold Treason! In every age and in every clime I've lived, and shall live, to the end of time! No country have I, no watchword I cry, I dwell in the soul, I speak through the eye; In earth, in the air, in the bubbling stream
March, 1861 AD (search for this): chapter 341
ng their nation! Now they rise; one is ours--“the skull and cross bars ;” The other is Freedom's! the proud Stripes and Stars! Bang! bang! hear the roar! It sinks — it is o'er! Hurrah I here's success to bold Treason! And yet there are times, I frankly declare, When these triumphs much more resemble despair; And that flag which we saw just now in the skies, With memories haunts me — o'erflowing my eyes And could I return — nay, heed not, I pray, I wander in mind, knowing not what I say. Shout! shout! I implore, Louder still than before! Hurrah! here's success to bold Treason! Again yonder flag! sank it not 'neath the main? Behold, it is up — high as ever again! What means that acclaim? the plank. spar, and rope! Great God! they're for me 'tis the death-knell of hope! Adieu, friends — I choke — I strangle — I die! Hark, hark! to that deafening, triumphant cry: Fill, fill to the brim, Chant Columbia's hymn! Hurrah! here is death to bold Treason! --London American, Ma