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2 THE TWELFTH OF APRIL.
And that Sumter's brave defender, Had the summons to surrender Seventy loyal hearts and tender — That was all
And we knew the April sun Lit the length of many a gun — Hosts of batteries to the one
Island crag; Guns and mortars grimly frowning, Johnson, Moultrie, Pinckney, crowni And ten thousand men disowning
The old flag.
O, the fury of the fight
Even then was at its height!
Yet no breath, from noon till night,
Reached us here; We had almost ceased to wonder, And the day had faded under, When — the echo of the thunder
Filled each ear!
Then our hearts more fiercely beat, As we crowded on the street, Hot to gather and repeat All the tale;