Fort Sumter.
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When first disloyal hand
Dealt parricidal blow,
Rousing the slumberers of the land,
For treason's overthrow,
Bore the proud banner, loved of old,
One blood-mark on each shining fold.
Dealt parricidal blow,
Rousing the slumberers of the land,
For treason's overthrow,
Bore the proud banner, loved of old,
One blood-mark on each shining fold.
But Slavery's stain no more
Sullies its glorious fame—
The God-sown seed asserts its power,
To cleanse a nation's name,
And manifest through all the earth,
Man of one common blood has birth.
Sullies its glorious fame—
The God-sown seed asserts its power,
To cleanse a nation's name,
And manifest through all the earth,
Man of one common blood has birth.
With joy and deafening cheers,
Rear then the flag on high!
Emblem of all we hold most dear,
True life and liberty—
And shout, that her dishonor o'er,
Old Sumter is our own once more.
Rear then the flag on high!
Emblem of all we hold most dear,
True life and liberty—
And shout, that her dishonor o'er,
Old Sumter is our own once more.
