. Bugle echoes; a collection of the poetry of the civil war, northern and southern . Aftersinking, the flag at her mainmast still floated above thewater.] At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay, On board of the Cumberland, sloop-of-war ;And at times from the fortress across the bayThe alarum of drums swept past,Or a bugle blastFrom the camp on the shore. Then far away to the south uprose A little feather of snow-white smoke,And we knew that the iron ship of our foesWas steadily steering its courseTo try the forceOf our ribs of oak. Down upon us heavily runs, Silent and sullen, the floating fort;The

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. Bugle echoes; a collection of the poetry of the civil war, northern and southern . Aftersinking, the flag at her mainmast still floated above thewater.] At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay, On board of the Cumberland, sloop-of-war ;And at times from the fortress across the bayThe alarum of drums swept past,Or a bugle blastFrom the camp on the shore. Then far away to the south uprose A little feather of snow-white smoke,And we knew that the iron ship of our foesWas steadily steering its courseTo try the forceOf our ribs of oak. Down upon us heavily runs, Silent and sullen, the floating fort;Then comes a puff of smoke from her guns,And leaps the terrible death,With fiery breath,From each open port. We are not idle, but send her straight Defiance back in a full broadside !As hail rebounds from a roof of slate,Rebounds our heavier hailFrom each iron scaleOf the monsters hide. Strike your flag ! the rebel cries. In his arrogant old plantation strain. Never! our gallant Morris replies ; It is better to sink than to yield !And the whole air pealedWith the cheers of our THE MONITOR AND THE MERRIMAC. LSee J^a£:e 2,i—^ L{/:e a kiakcii, Jiiige and blacks \ ^^^^^.^^ \:

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