87. We'll let them alone.
by F. B. Copp.
All we ask of the North is to let us alone.--Jeff, Davis. We'll let them alone, when the black pall of horror,That bosoms the tempest, shall gather around,
And the cry of the guilty, in penitent sorrow,
Shall rise from their own chosen, lost battleground.
We'll let them alone, when the scaffold shall tremble
With the weight of the traitors, who spotted the land
With the warm blood of freemen, now called to assemble
To stay the dark deeds of the traitorous band.
We'll let them alone, when the cannon's loud thunder
Shall cease to be heard on the smoke-covered plain,
And the army of traitors is driven asunder,
To rally in future time never again.
We'll let them alone, when the contest is ended,
And the fall of Fort Sumter is fully avenged;
When the Stars and the Stripes every stronghold shall cover,
And the fires of treason forever are quenched.
We'll let them alone, in their dark shame forever,
When every nation with scorn shall review
The ruin of those who had thus dared to sever
The proudest Republic the world ever knew!
We'll let them alone, when our cannon have written
In deeply-carved letters, on Sumter's thick wall,
The story of how the mad “biter was bitten,”
And who lost the day in the great game of ball.
We'll let them alone, when from Maine to the waters
Of grand old Pacific, the paean shall ring
From millions of Freedom's proud sons and fair daughters:
the Union forever — no Cotton is King!
Easton, Pa.