In sight the Star's flag woos the breeze, At once death-threatening notes Come pealing o'er the swelling seas From blazing cannon throats! Dark batteries frown on Sumter's walls; The heroes meet its humbling calls Surrender? Never, while they dare Blows must be struck for entrance there; Thus days of weariness pass by, Of victory and spoil! Ten thousand hearts are with them there! Alas! all powerless they ! They can but lift their voice in prayer, And fold their hands to pray! And sturdy ships with precious freight Are speeding o'er the sea, But ere they reach the harbor-gate, Stern dangers dare the free! The savage foe with cunning hand The slowly-burning torch applied, Quick burst loud thunder peals, Fire-trailing bombs fly o'er the tide ; The shock proud Sumter feels! They thicken in the startled air, Ere long the gallant Anderson Loud speaks full many a shotted gun, Most nobly fight the little band, For that in danger dare to stand, As deer on beetling crag! Thus forty hours red cannon throats Utter their fiendish cry, While Sumter with her thunder notes Makes resolute reply. But ah! those brave, how feeble they,' Hot balls upkindle angry flames, The foe still closer press their claims, Yet no vain murmurs pass their lips, Calmly they run the white flag up, In silence drink the bitter cup, If mercy comes not from the foe, No dead ones from their presence go, No blood-stains scar the free! The God-the Holy One and Just, Who gave them hearts so true; The God in whom they meekly trust, Preserves the gallant few! While hundreds of the traitor band Their hearts are full of filial love, The stainless banner of the free, And eager eyes no longer see To sternest need they only yield; For Treason's hordes to fill ! But while the world delights to own Shall gallant Anderson's be known As one such honor claims! And millions yet unborn shall hear How those true hearts knew not a fear Storming the fiery gale! FORT SUMTER. A HEROIC POEM, IN THREE CANTOS BY CHARLES EDWARD LEVERETT, JR. CANTO I. NOW glory be to Uncle Abe, and Scott, his lion pet, And Seward, the righteous pontifex, who rules the Cabinet; And glory to the mighty fleet that stood off Charleston Bar, And left the dauntless Anderson to bear the brunt of war. |