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 | The Poetical Works of James Madison Bell |  |
What, though the dark and foulsome raid
Of South Carolina should pervade
The whole entire South, and they,
Like hungry wolves in quest of prey,
Rush down upon the Union fold,
Rivaling e'en the Gauls of old?
Shall we, because of that dark raid,
See Freedom's shrine in ruins laid,
And her long-spread banner furl'd,
To grow the butt of all the world:
And passive keep, the while this horde,
From mountain height and valley pour'd,
Ride rampant over field and plain,
Dread carnage strewing in their train,
Until they plant their standard, where
Old Bunker rears his head in air?
Of South Carolina should pervade
The whole entire South, and they,
Like hungry wolves in quest of prey,
Rush down upon the Union fold,
Rivaling e'en the Gauls of old?
Shall we, because of that dark raid,
See Freedom's shrine in ruins laid,
And her long-spread banner furl'd,
To grow the butt of all the world:
And passive keep, the while this horde,
From mountain height and valley pour'd,
Ride rampant over field and plain,
Dread carnage strewing in their train,
Until they plant their standard, where
Old Bunker rears his head in air?
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