Moist-moist with the luminous breath of the singing spheres And the nation's starry tears! And tremble-touched by the pulse-like gush and start And all deep sympathy. Laurels and tears for thee, boy, Laurels and tears for thee Laurels of light and tears of love forevermore- VII. And laurels of light, and tears of truth, And the flowers of love and immortal youth, And the breath and bliss of Liberty; And the loving kiss of Liberty; And the welcoming light of heavenly eyes, Vol. II. LIBRARY OF THE SITY VIII. O the victory-the victory God ever keeps the brightest crown for such as thou-- O young and brave, and early and thrice blest- Thy country turns once more to kiss thy youthful brow ̧ And whispers lovingly, 'God bless thee-bless thee now My darling, thou shalt rest!" A T anchor in Hampton Roads we lay, On board the Cumberland sloop of war, And at times from the fortress across the bay The alarm of drums swept past, Or a bugle blast From the camp on shore. Then far away to the south uprose A little feather of snow-white smoke, And we knew that the iron ship of our foes Was steadily steering its course To try the force Of our ribs of oak. Down upon us heavily runs, Silent and sullen, the floating fort, Then comes a puff of smoke from her guns, With fiery breath, From each open port. We are not idle but send her straight Of the monster's hide. "Strike your flag!" the rebel cries, "It is better to sink than to yield!" With the cheers of our men. Then like a kraken, huge and black She crushed our ribs in her iron grasp! Down went the Cumberland all awrack, With a sudden shudder of death, And the cannon's breath For her dying gasp. Next morn, as the sun rose over the bay, Every waft of the air Was a whisper of prayer, Or a dirge for the dead. Ho! brave hearts that went down in the seas, |