AND high amongst these chiefs of iron grain, Large-statured natures, souls of Spartan mien, Superbly brave, inflexibly serene, Man of the stalwart hope, the sleepless brain, Well dost thou guard our fortress by the main! And what, though inch by inch old Sumter falls, There's not a stone that forms those sacred walls, But holds a tongue, which shall not speak in vain! A tongue that tells of such heroic mood, Such nerved endurance, such immaculate will, That after times shall hearken and grow still, With breathless admiration, and on thee (Whose stern resolve our glorious cause made good). Confer an antique immortality! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: GODWIN JAMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE CRUEL MISTRESS by THOMAS CAREW INLAND by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY TO A PROFILE by BERNARD BARTON AN EPICED ON MR. FISHBOURNE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: THE NORTH SEA by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON REMARKS ON A PAMPHLET ENTITLED, EPISTLES TO THE GREAT by JOHN BYROM |