. The photographic history of the Civil War : in ten volumes . &?& ji>£parattxm mb bunion * As yet, behind their ramparts, stern and proud, Her bolted thunders sleep,—Dark Sumter, like a battlemented cloud, Looms oer the solemn deej). No Calpe frowns from lofty cliff or scaur To guard the holy strand;But Moultrie holds in leash her dogs of war Above the level sand. And down the dunes a thousand guns He couched, Unseen, beside the flood,—Like tigers in some Orient jungle crouched, That wait and watch for blood. Meanwhile, through streets still echoing with trade, Walk grave and thoughtful me
. The photographic history of the Civil War : in ten volumes . &?& ji>£parattxm mb bunion * As yet, behind their ramparts, stern and proud, Her bolted thunders sleep,—Dark Sumter, like a battlemented cloud, Looms oer the solemn deej). No Calpe frowns from lofty cliff or scaur To guard the holy strand;But Moultrie holds in leash her dogs of war Above the level sand. And down the dunes a thousand guns He couched, Unseen, beside the flood,—Like tigers in some Orient jungle crouched, That wait and watch for blood. Meanwhile, through streets still echoing with trade, Walk grave and thoughtful men,Whose hands may one day wield the patriots blade As lightly as the pen. And maidens, with such eyes as would grow dim Over a bleeding hound,Seem each one to have caught the strength of him Whose sword she sadly bound. Thus girt without and garrisoned at home, Day patient following day,Old Charleston looks from roof and spire and dome, Across her tranquil bay. Ships, through a hundred foes, from Saxon lands And spicy Indian ports,Bring Saxon st
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