War Poetry of the South by Various
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X. Oh! glorious Empress of the Main! from out thy storied spires, Thou well mayst peal thy bells of joy, and light thy festal fires-- Since Heaven this day hath striven for thee, hath nerved thy dauntless sons, And thou, in clear-eyed faith hast seen God's Angels near the guns! [1] Fort Moultrie fired the first gun. Fort Wagner. By W. Gilmore Simms. I. Glory unto the gallant boys who stood At Wagner, and, unflinching, sought the van; Dealing fierce blows, and shedding precious blood, For homes as precious, and dear rights of man! They've won the meed, and they shall have the glory;-- |
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