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ANNIE P. DINNIES.
Born in Georgetown, South Carolina. Her father was Judge
Shackleford, who, soon after her birth, moved to Charleston,
where she was educated. In 1830 Miss Shackleford married John
C. Dinnies, of St. Louis. A few years previous to the war she
moved to New Orleans, Louisiana. Her first volume of poems
was published in 1847. She was a frequent contributor, in prose
and verse, to the literary journals and magazines.
CAROLINA.
In the hour of thy glory,
When thy name was far renowned;
When Sumter's glowing story
Thy bright escutcheon crowned;
Oh, noble Carolina! how proud a claim was mine,
That through homage and through duty, and
birthright, I was thine.
When thy name was far renowned;
When Sumter's glowing story
Thy bright escutcheon crowned;
Oh, noble Carolina! how proud a claim was mine,
That through homage and through duty, and
birthright, I was thine.
Exulting as I heard thee,
Of every lip the theme,
Prophetic visions stirred me
In a hope-illumined dream—
A dream of dauntless valor, of battles fought and won,
When each field was but a triumph—a hero every son.
Of every lip the theme,
Prophetic visions stirred me
In a hope-illumined dream—
A dream of dauntless valor, of battles fought and won,
When each field was but a triumph—a hero every son.
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And now, when clouds arise,
And shadows 'round thee fall,
I lift to heaven my eyes
Those visions to recall;
For I cannot dream that darkness will rest upon thee long,
Oh, lordly Carolina! with thine arms and hearts so strong.
And shadows 'round thee fall,
I lift to heaven my eyes
Those visions to recall;
For I cannot dream that darkness will rest upon thee long,
Oh, lordly Carolina! with thine arms and hearts so strong.
Thy serried ranks of pine,
Thy live-oaks spreading wide,
Beneath the sunbeams shine
In fadeless robes of pride;
Thus marshalled on their native soil their gallant sons stand forth,
As changeless as thy forests green defiant of the North
Thy live-oaks spreading wide,
Beneath the sunbeams shine
In fadeless robes of pride;
Thus marshalled on their native soil their gallant sons stand forth,
As changeless as thy forests green defiant of the North
The deeds of other days
Enacted by their sires,
Themes long of love and praise,
Have wakened high desires
In every heart that beats within thy proud domain,
To cherish their remembrance, and live those scenes again.
Enacted by their sires,
Themes long of love and praise,
Have wakened high desires
In every heart that beats within thy proud domain,
To cherish their remembrance, and live those scenes again.
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Each heart the home of daring,
Each hand the foe of wrong,
They'll meet with haughty bearing,
The war-ships' thunder-song;
And though the base invader pollute thy sacred shore,
They'll greet him in their prowess as their fathers did of yore.
Each hand the foe of wrong,
They'll meet with haughty bearing,
The war-ships' thunder-song;
And though the base invader pollute thy sacred shore,
They'll greet him in their prowess as their fathers did of yore.
His feet may press their soil,
Or his numbers bear them down,
In his vandal raid for spoil
His sordid soul to crown;
But his triumph will be fleeting, for the hour is drawing near,
When the war-cry of thy cavaliers shall strike his startled ear.
Or his numbers bear them down,
In his vandal raid for spoil
His sordid soul to crown;
But his triumph will be fleeting, for the hour is drawing near,
When the war-cry of thy cavaliers shall strike his startled ear.
A fearful time shall come
When the gathering bands unite,
And the larum-sounding drum
Calls to struggle for the Right;
Pro aris et pro focis, from rank to rank shall fly,
As they meet the cruel foeman, to conquer or to die.
When the gathering bands unite,
And the larum-sounding drum
Calls to struggle for the Right;
Pro aris et pro focis, from rank to rank shall fly,
As they meet the cruel foeman, to conquer or to die.
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Oh, then a tale of glory
Shall yet again be thine,
And the record of thy story
The laurel shall entwine;
Oh, noble Carolina! Oh, proud and lordly State!
Heroic deeds shall crown thee, and the Nation own thee great!
Shall yet again be thine,
And the record of thy story
The laurel shall entwine;
Oh, noble Carolina! Oh, proud and lordly State!
Heroic deeds shall crown thee, and the Nation own thee great!
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