Poems (Jones)/Fort Sumter
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H, the flag is afloat over Sumter at last,— Hurra!From his refuge the serpent of Treason is cast— Hurra!Blow strong, O ye breezes, blow steady and bold,Till we see our dear flag, without wrinkle or fold,Fly abroad o'er the heights of the Rebel stronghold. Hurra! hurra! and hurra!It shall float till the last bolt of vengeance has rolled, And then—float forever, hurra!
FORT SUMTER.
H, the flag is afloat over Sumter at last,— Hurra!From his refuge the serpent of Treason is cast— Hurra!Blow strong, O ye breezes, blow steady and bold,Till we see our dear flag, without wrinkle or fold,Fly abroad o'er the heights of the Rebel stronghold. Hurra! hurra! and hurra!It shall float till the last bolt of vengeance has rolled, And then—float forever, hurra!'T is the fort where our Anderson toiled at the guns,— Hurra!Where the South learned to blush for her traitorous sons,— Hurra! The sky was all crimson with flames of affray,And crimson beneath were the waves of the bay,Ere the banner came down that is floating today, Hurra! hurra! and hurra!It shall float till these bomb-torn embrasures decay, And still float forever, hurra!
Oh, we made the air mad with the rushing of balls,— Hurra!With the shrieking of shells and the crashing of walls,— Hurra!Till its thunders were dumb and its cannons o'erthrown,And the foe fled at last from the ramparts of stone;It was this way our flag was restored to its own, Hurra! hurra! and hurra!It shall float till the last king is dead on his throne, And still float forever, hurra!
Then resound, ye glad guns, over billow and strand,— Hurra! Let the noise of rejoicing be loud in the land,— Hurra!For Washington's spirit rejoices on highO'er Sumter the flag of his love to descry;It shall float till the bed of the ocean is dry, Hurra! hurra! and hurra!It shall float till the last trumpet sounds in the sky, And then—float in glory! hurra!