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								| The Cumberland By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)
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					| At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay, On board of the Cumberland, sloop-of-war;
 And at times 
					from the fortress across the bay
 The alarum of drums 
					swept past,
 Or a bugle blast
 From the camp on the 
					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,
 And leaps the 
					terrible death,
 With fiery breath,
 From each open 
					port.
 
 We are not idle, but send her straight
 Defiance back in a full broadside!
 As hail rebounds from 
					a roof of slate,
 Rebounds our heavier hail
 From each 
					iron scale
 Of the monster's hide.
 
 "Strike your 
					flag!" the rebel cries,
 In his arrogant old plantation 
					strain.
 "Never!" our gallant Morris replies;
 "It is 
					better to sink than to yield!"
 And the whole air pealed
 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 a wrack,
 With a sudden 
					shudder of death,
 And the cannon's breath
 For her 
					dying gasp.
 
 Next morn, as the sun rose over the bay,
 Still floated our flag at the mainmast head.
 Lord, how 
					beautiful was Thy day!
 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!
 Ye are at peace 
					in the troubled stream;
 Ho! brave land! with hearts like 
					these,
 Thy flag, that is rent in twain,
 Shall be one 
					again,
 And without a seam!
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					| By 
					Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882) Listed July 30, 2012
 
 Note: March 8, 1862
 The "Cumberland" was sunk by the 
					iron-clad rebel ram
 "Merrimac," going down with her 
					colors flying, and firing
 even as the water rose over the 
					gunwale.
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