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April 27th (search for this): chapter 2
t of flame From her cannon, thundered shame!-- So they thought. VI. And strange enough to tell, Though the gunners fired well, And the balls ploughed red as hell Through the dirt; Though the shells burst and scattered, And the fortress walls were shattered-- None were hurt. VII. But the fort — so hot she grew, As the cannon-balls flew, That each man began to stew At his gun; They were not afraid to die, But this making Patriot. pie Was not fun. VIII. So, to make the story short, The traitors got the fort After thirty hours sport With the balls; But the victory is not theirs, Though their brazen banner flares From the walls. IX. It were better they should dare The lion in his lair, Or defy the grizzly bear In his den, Than to wake the fearful cry That is raising up on high From our men. X. To our banner we are clinging, And a song we are singing Whose chorus is ringing From each mouth; 'Tis “The old Constitution And a stern retribution To the South.” --Vanity Fair, April 27
John Stark (search for this): chapter 2
2. the fight at Sumter. I. 'Twas a wonderful brave fight! Through the day and all night, March! Halt! Left! Right! So they formed: And one thousand to ten, The bold Palmetto men Sumter stormed. II. The smoke in a cloud Closed her in like a shroud, While the cannon roared aloud From the Port; And the red cannon-balls Ploughed the gray granite walls Of the Fort. III. Sumter's gunners at their places, With their gunpowdered faces, Shook their shoulders from their braces, And stripped Stark and white to the waist, Just to give the foe a taste, And be whipped. IV. In the town — through every street, Tramp, tramp, went the feet, For they said the Federal fleet Hove in sight; And down the wharves they ran, Every woman, child, and man, To the fight. V. On the fort the old flag waved, And the barking batteries braved, While the bold seven thousand raved As they fought; For each blinding sheet of flame From her cannon, thundered shame!-- So they thought. VI. And strange enough t
Palmetto (Florida, United States) (search for this): chapter 2
2. the fight at Sumter. I. 'Twas a wonderful brave fight! Through the day and all night, March! Halt! Left! Right! So they formed: And one thousand to ten, The bold Palmetto men Sumter stormed. II. The smoke in a cloud Closed her in like a shroud, While the cannon roared aloud From the Port; And the red cannon-balls Ploughed the gray granite walls Of the Fort. III. Sumter's gunners at their places, With their gunpowdered faces, Shook their shoulders from their braces, And stripped Stark and white to the waist, Just to give the foe a taste, And be whipped. IV. In the town — through every street, Tramp, tramp, went the feet, For they said the Federal fleet Hove in sight; And down the wharves they ran, Every woman, child, and man, To the fight. V. On the fort the old flag waved, And the barking batteries braved, While the bold seven thousand raved As they fought; For each blinding sheet of flame From her cannon, thundered shame!-- So they thought. VI. And strange enough to
April 17th (search for this): chapter 3
3. to Massachusetts soldiers. Soldiers, go! Your country calls! See, from Sumter's blackened walls, Floats no more our nation's flag, But the traitors' odious rag. Long the patient North has borne All their treachery, taunts, and scorn; Now let slavery's despots learn How our Northern blood can burn. Swift their hour of triumph's past, For their first must be their last! By the memory of your sires, By the children round your fires, By your wives' and mothers' love, By the God who reigns above-- By all holy things — depart! Strong in hand and brave in heart. Nobly strike for truth and right; We will pray while you shall fight. Mothers, daughters, wives, are true To our country and to you. To the breeze our banner show: Traitors meet you where .you go. In the name of God on high, Win — or in the conflict die! Brookline, Mass. H. W. Boston Transcript, April 17
Swift (search for this): chapter 3
3. to Massachusetts soldiers. Soldiers, go! Your country calls! See, from Sumter's blackened walls, Floats no more our nation's flag, But the traitors' odious rag. Long the patient North has borne All their treachery, taunts, and scorn; Now let slavery's despots learn How our Northern blood can burn. Swift their hour of triumph's past, For their first must be their last! By the memory of your sires, By the children round your fires, By your wives' and mothers' love, By the God who reigns above-- By all holy things — depart! Strong in hand and brave in heart. Nobly strike for truth and right; We will pray while you shall fight. Mothers, daughters, wives, are true To our country and to you. To the breeze our banner show: Traitors meet you where .you go. In the name of God on high, Win — or in the conflict die! Brookline, Mass. H. W. Boston Transcript, April
Massachusetts (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 3
3. to Massachusetts soldiers. Soldiers, go! Your country calls! See, from Sumter's blackened walls, Floats no more our nation's flag, But the traitors' odious rag. Long the patient North has borne All their treachery, taunts, and scorn; Now let slavery's despots learn How our Northern blood can burn. Swift their hour of triumph's past, For their first must be their last! By the memory of your sires, By the children round your fires, By your wives' and mothers' love, By the God who reigns above-- By all holy things — depart! Strong in hand and brave in heart. Nobly strike for truth and right; We will pray while you shall fight. Mothers, daughters, wives, are true To our country and to you. To the breeze our banner show: Traitors meet you where .you go. In the name of God on high, Win — or in the conflict die! Brookline, Mass. H. W. Boston Transcript, April
Brookline (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 3
3. to Massachusetts soldiers. Soldiers, go! Your country calls! See, from Sumter's blackened walls, Floats no more our nation's flag, But the traitors' odious rag. Long the patient North has borne All their treachery, taunts, and scorn; Now let slavery's despots learn How our Northern blood can burn. Swift their hour of triumph's past, For their first must be their last! By the memory of your sires, By the children round your fires, By your wives' and mothers' love, By the God who reigns above-- By all holy things — depart! Strong in hand and brave in heart. Nobly strike for truth and right; We will pray while you shall fight. Mothers, daughters, wives, are true To our country and to you. To the breeze our banner show: Traitors meet you where .you go. In the name of God on high, Win — or in the conflict die! Brookline, Mass. H. W. Boston Transcript, April
1861 AD (search for this): chapter 4
hy solitary tower. Stood Lacedaemon then less proud, When her three hundred heroes, slain, No road but o'er their breasts allowed To Xerxes and his servile train? Or does New England blush to show Yon hill, though victory crowned it not-- Though Warren fell before the foe, And Putnam left the bloody spot? The voices of earth's noblest fields With the deep voice within unite-- 'Tis not success true honor yields, But faithful courage for the right. Keep, then proud foe, the crumbled tower, From those brave few by thousands torn, But keep in silence, lest the hour Should come for vengeance on your scorn. Yet I could weep; for where ye stand, In friendly converse have I stood, And clasped, perchance, full many a hand, Now armed to shed a brother's blood. O, God of Justice! Smile once more Upon our flag's victorious path; And when a stern, short strife is o'er, Bid mercy triumph over wrath! Dorchester, April 20th, 1861. --Rev. S. G. Bulfinch, in the Boston Transcript, April 24th.
Warren (search for this): chapter 4
humbled!--when it flew Above the band that fought so well, And not, till hope's last ray withdrew, Before the traitors' cannon fell! No, Anderson! with loud acclaim We hail thee hero of the hour When circling batteries poured their flame Against thy solitary tower. Stood Lacedaemon then less proud, When her three hundred heroes, slain, No road but o'er their breasts allowed To Xerxes and his servile train? Or does New England blush to show Yon hill, though victory crowned it not-- Though Warren fell before the foe, And Putnam left the bloody spot? The voices of earth's noblest fields With the deep voice within unite-- 'Tis not success true honor yields, But faithful courage for the right. Keep, then proud foe, the crumbled tower, From those brave few by thousands torn, But keep in silence, lest the hour Should come for vengeance on your scorn. Yet I could weep; for where ye stand, In friendly converse have I stood, And clasped, perchance, full many a hand, Now armed to shed a br
April 20th (search for this): chapter 4
hy solitary tower. Stood Lacedaemon then less proud, When her three hundred heroes, slain, No road but o'er their breasts allowed To Xerxes and his servile train? Or does New England blush to show Yon hill, though victory crowned it not-- Though Warren fell before the foe, And Putnam left the bloody spot? The voices of earth's noblest fields With the deep voice within unite-- 'Tis not success true honor yields, But faithful courage for the right. Keep, then proud foe, the crumbled tower, From those brave few by thousands torn, But keep in silence, lest the hour Should come for vengeance on your scorn. Yet I could weep; for where ye stand, In friendly converse have I stood, And clasped, perchance, full many a hand, Now armed to shed a brother's blood. O, God of Justice! Smile once more Upon our flag's victorious path; And when a stern, short strife is o'er, Bid mercy triumph over wrath! Dorchester, April 20th, 1861. --Rev. S. G. Bulfinch, in the Boston Transcript, April 24th.
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