Classic Poem

Doomed city! Treason's nest should be destroyed!
Thou dost thy doom deserve.
On, in the name of Liberty and God,
Ye who would still preserve
The glorious flag with stripes all whole and bright,
Each star reflecting Liberty's own light.

Slowly but surely are thy stones removed;
Thy pride at last must fall:
How with foundation gone can longer stand
Rebellion's tottering wall?
Charleston! Palmyra's ruins symbolized
Thy fate, O ingrate! sadly now unwise.

The slumbering form of Calhoun cannot save
Thine honor from the dust:
Like thee must fall at last, in dread dismay,
All who have placed their trust
Upon the quicksands of Rebellion's cause,
And spurn alike our liberties and laws.

Brave band of heroes Sumter gathering round,
Be fearless and press on!
Soon must the day of glad success to you
In blissful radiance dawn.
Our flag must wave in every State again,
And Peace and Freedom o'er us gently reign.