 | The poems and prose writings of Sumner Lincoln Fairfield |  |
“Ay, traitor and apostate! ere an hour
To gnash thy perjured tongue!” said Diomede,
Dreading his victim's speech, for he had lived
In terror of the knowledge of his birth,
Yet howling curses. “Ay, a million died
In fit atonement of their rebel crime.”
To gnash thy perjured tongue!” said Diomede,
Dreading his victim's speech, for he had lived
In terror of the knowledge of his birth,
Yet howling curses. “Ay, a million died
In fit atonement of their rebel crime.”
| The poems and prose writings of Sumner Lincoln Fairfield | |