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roke, The Habit of victory begun; Grant strikes the war's first sounding stroke At Donelson. For lists of killed and wounded, see The morrow's dispatch: to-day 'tis victory._ The man who read this to the crowd Shouted as the end he gained; And though the unflagging tempest rained, They answered him aloud. And hand grasped hand, and glances met In happy triumph; eyes grew wet. O, to the punches brewed that night Went little water. Windows bright Beamed rosy on the sleet without, And from the deep street came the frequent shout; While some in prayer, as these in glee, Blessed heaven for the winter-victory. But others were who wakeful laid In midnight beds, and early rose, And, feverish in the foggy snows, Snatched the damp paper--wife and maid. The death-list like a river flows Down the pale sheet, And there the whelming waters meet. Ah God! may Time with happy haste Bring wail and triumph to a waste, And war be done; The battle flag-staff fall athwart The curs'd ravine, and wither; naught Be left of trench or gun; The bastion, let it ebb away, Washed with the river bed; and Day In vain seek Donelson. The Cumberland. (March, 1862.) Some names there are of telling sound, Whose voweled syllables free Are pledge that they shall ever live renowned; Such seem to be A Frigate's name (by present glory spanned)-- The Cumberland. Sounding name as ere was sung, Flowing, rolling on the tongue-- Cumberland! Cumberland! She warred and sunk. There's no denying That she was ended--quelled; And yet her flag above her fate is flying, As when it swelled Unswallowed by the swallowing sea: so grand-- The Cumberland. Goodly name as ere was sung, Roundly rolling on the tongue-- Cumberland! Cumberland! What need to tell how she was fought-- The sinking flaming gun-- The gunner leaping out the port-- Washed back, undone! Her dead unconquerably manned The Cumberland. Noble name as ere was sung, Slowly roll it on the tongue-- Cumberland! Cumberland! Long as hearts shall share the flame Which burned in that brave crew, Her fame shall live--outlive the victor's name; For this is due. Your flag and flag-staff shall in story stand-- Cumberland! Sounding name as ere w
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