War Poetry of the South by Various
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[2]In the late engagement of Fort Sumter, with the enemy's fleet, April 7th, the spray thrown above the walls by their enormous missiles, was formed into a beautiful sunbow, seeing which, General Ripley, with the piety of Constantine, exclaimed: "_In hoc signo vinces!_" Charleston Mercury. War-Waves. By Catherine Gendron Poyas, of Charleston. What are the war-waves saying, As they compass us around? The dark, ensanguined billows, With their deep and dirge-like sound? Do they murmur of submission; Do they call on us to bow Our necks to the foe triumphant Who is riding o'er us now? Never! No sound submissive Comes from those waves sublime, |
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