War Poetry of the South by Various
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The guardian watcher back once more I
Faith, brethren of the Church, and prayer-- In blood and sackcloth, if it need; And still our spire shall rise in air, Our temple, though our people bleed! [1] St.. Michael's Church was opened for divine worship, February 1, 1761 [2] "The height of this steeple makes it the principal land-mark for the pilots."--Dalcjio (in 1819). Ode--"Shell the Old City! Shell!" By W. Gilmore Simms. I. Shell the old city I shell! Ye myrmidons of Hell; Ye serve your master well, With hellish arts! Hurl down, with bolt and fire, The grand old shrines, the spire; But know, your demon ire |
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