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(On the 12th of April, 1861, Fort Sumter, in Charleston Harbor, South Carolina, garrisoned by United States troops, was bombarded by the Confederate forces, and, after resisting for thirty-four hours, capitulated. This was the first battle of the war.]
CAME the morning of that day
To the land;
Hand to hand.
For we knew that far away,
Soon to fall;
(Those were all !)
Island crag ;
The old flag
Oh, the fury of the fight
Reached us here;
We had almost ceased to wonder,
Filled each ear!
Then our hearts more fiercely beat,
All the tale;
Could avail !
Who had fired the earliest gun?
Who could know?
Than the foe.
Not too long the brave shall wait;
For the sin !
EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN.
BROTHER JONATHAN'S LAMENT FOR
SISTER CAROLINE. SHE has gone-she has left us in passion and
pride Our stormy-browed sister, so long at our side! She has torn her own star from our firmament's
glow, And turned on her brother the face of a foe! O Caroline, Caroline, child of the sun, We can never forget that our hearts have been
one,Our foreheads both sprinkled in Liberty's name, From the fountain of blood with the tinger of flame! You were always too ready to fire at a touch ; But we said, “She is hasty-she does not mean
much." We have scowled, when you uttered some turbulent
threat ; But Friendship still whispered, “ Forgive and for
Has our love all died out? Have its altars grown
cold? Has the curse come at last which the fathers fore
told? Then Nature must teach us the strength of the
chain That her petulant children would sever in vain. They may fight till the buzzards are gorged with
their spoil, Till the harvest grows black as it rots in the soil, Till the wolves and the catamounts troop from
their caves, And the shark tracks the pirate, the lord of the
In vain is the strife! When its fury is past,
Roll mingled in peace through the valleys below.
die ! Though darkened with sulphur, though cloven with
steel, The blue arch will brighten, the waters will heal! O Caroline, Caroline, child of the sun, There are battles with Fate that can never be won! The star-flowering banner must never be furled, For its blossoms of light are the hope of the world! Go, then, our rash sister! afar and aloof, Run wild in the sunshine away from our roof; But when your heart aches and your feet have
grown sore, Remember the pathway that leads to our door!
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.
MEN OF THE NORTH AND WEST.
MEN of the North and West,
Wake in your might,
For the fight !
They have trampled the laws;
They have stifled the freedom they hate,
For no cause !
Shall the murder be done?
“ We are one !"
Not with words; they laugh them to scorn,
And tears they despise;
In your eyes!
RICHARD HENRY STODDARD.
MY MARYLAND. [This poem is probably the most famous, as it is the most stirring in its martial tone, of all that the war evoked. Its form is doubtless suggested by Mangan's “Karamanian Exile": " I see thee ever in my dreams,
Karaman, o Karainan!
Karaman, o Karaman ? But the previous use of this form, which is remarkably effective for a battle-lyric, in no wise detracts from the