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Shall the Spring dawn, and she still clad in smiles,
And with an unscathed brow,
Rest in the strong arms of her palm-crowned isles,
As fair and free as now?
We know not; in t...
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Henry Timrod (1828-1867), U.S. poet. Charleston (l. 37-44). . .
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''Calm as that second summer which precedes
The first fall of the snow,
In the broad sunlight of heroic deeds,
The City bides the foe.''
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Henry Timrod (1828-1867), U.S. poet. Charleston (l. 1-4). . .
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''What if, both mad and blinded in their rage,
Our foes should fling us down their mortal gage,
And with a hostile step profane our sod!
We shall not shrink, my brothers, but go forth''
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Henry Timrod (1828-1867), U.S. poet. Ethnogenesis (l. 36-39). . .
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''Sleep sweetly in your humble graves,
Sleep, martyrs of a fallen cause;
Though yet no marble column craves
The pilgrim here to pause.''
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Henry Timrod (1828-1867), U.S. poet. Sleep sweetly in your humble graves (l. 1-4). . .
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''Stoop, angels, hither from the skies!
There is no holier spot of ground
Than where defeated valor lies,
By mourning beauty crowned!''
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Henry Timrod (1828-1867), U.S. poet. Sleep sweetly in your humble graves (l. 17-20). . .
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Hath not the morning dawned with added light?
And shall not evening call another star
Out of the infinite regions of the night,
To mark this day in Heaven? At last, we are
A nation...
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Henry Timrod (1828-1867), U.S. poet. Ethnogenesis (l. 1-6). . .
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To doubt the end were want of trust in God,
Who, if he has decreed
That we must pass a redder sea
Than that which rang to Miriam's holy glee,
Will surely raise at need
A Moses...
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Henry Timrod (1828-1867), U.S. poet. Ethnogenesis (l. 81-86). . .
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Sonnet 13
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I thank you, kind and best belov"ed friend,
With the same thanks one murmurs to a sister,
When, for some gentle favor, he hath kissed her,
Less for the gifts than for the love you send,
Less for the flowers than what the flowers convey,
If I, indeed, divine their meaning truly,
And not unto myself ascribe, unduly,
Things which you neither meant nor wished to say,
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