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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 91 (search)
the storm in fury burst On Sumter's sea-girt isle. O'er the waves to the smoking front, When came the dewy dawn, To see the flag, he looked — and lo! Eleven stars were gone! “My pretty, pretty stars!” he cried, And down did roll a tear. I've got your stars, Old Fogy Sam; “Ha, ha!” laughed Cavalier. “I've got your stars in my watch-fob; Come take them if you dare!” And Uncle Sam he turned away, Too full of wrath to swear. “Let thunder all the drums!” he cried, While swelled his soul, like Mars: “A million Northern boys I'll get To bring me home my stars.” And on his mare, stout Betsey Jane, To Northside town he flew; The dogs they barked, the bells did ring, And countless bugles blew. “My stolen stars!” cried Uncle Sam-- “My stolen stars!” cried he. “A million soldiers I must have To bring them home to me.” “Dry up your tears, good Uncle Sam;” “Dry up!” said Puritan. “We'll bring you home your stolen stars, Or perish every man!” And a
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 168 (search)
nnot reach them — cannot smite Them to earth in camp or fight. Some passed from the realms of life In the battle's sanguine strife, Smitten down, in carnage, low By the hand of dastard foe; Who would pluck the beaming stars From our flag, invoking Mars To look on their deeds of blood With the mien of gratitude. Mourners, in whose every heart There has entered sorrow's dart, Sorrow for the loved ones gone To the confines of the tomb-- Seek the graves of warriors slain On the battle's gory plain, when so intrepidly Battling for our liberty. Nor did brave Leonidas-- When was stormed the bloody pass At old-time Thermopyloe-- Strike with nobler gallantry With his dauntless Spartan band, Fighting for their native land, Than Columbia's sons of Mars, Warring for the Stripes and Stars. Honor to the hero-slain! They who for their country's gain, In the nation's gloomy night, Left their homes and firesides bright; So that this, our favored land, May again take up her stand In the van of nations,