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Fort Sumter.
FORT SUMTER.
"Thanks be to God, who giveth us the Victory."
RAISE high the flag, ye brave!
And as its folds shake out,
From spreading shore and murm'ring wave,
Hark to the answering shout!
The days of deep dishonor o'er,
Old Sumter is our own once more.
And as its folds shake out,
From spreading shore and murm'ring wave,
Hark to the answering shout!
The days of deep dishonor o'er,
Old Sumter is our own once more.
Once more, the Union stars
Have risen, ne'er to fade—
And every stripe the banner bears,
On its broad face displayed,
Like playful child, whose task is done,
Leaps laughing- to the noon-day sun.
Have risen, ne'er to fade—
And every stripe the banner bears,
On its broad face displayed,
Like playful child, whose task is done,
Leaps laughing- to the noon-day sun.
Beats high the nation's heart,
Swells loud the nation's voice—
Hoarse-throated cannon bears its part,
And echoing hills rejoice,
While heartfelt thanks for victory given,
Silent and sweet, ascend to Heaven.
Swells loud the nation's voice—
Hoarse-throated cannon bears its part,
And echoing hills rejoice,
While heartfelt thanks for victory given,
Silent and sweet, ascend to Heaven.
