MY Mother-land! thou wert the first to fling
Thy virgin flag of freedom to the breeze,
The first to front along thy neighboring seas,
The imperious foeman’s power;
But long before that hour,
While yet, in false and vain imagining,
Thy sister nations would not own their foe,
And turned to jest thy warnings, though the low,
Portentous mutterings, that precede the throe
Of earthquakes, burdened all the ominous air;
While yet they paused in scorn,
Of fatal madness born,
Thou, oh, my mother! like a priestess bless’d
With wondrous vision of the things to come,
Thou couldst not calmly rest
Secure and dumb–
But from thy borders, with the sounds of drum
And trumpet rose the warrior-call,–
(A voice to thrill, to startle, to appall!)–
“Prepare! the time grows ripe to meet our doom!”
Thy careless sisters frowned, or mocking said:
“We see no threatening tempest over-head.
Only a few pale clouds, the west wind’s breath
Will sweep away, or melt in watery death.”
“Prepare! the time grows ripe to meet our doom!”
Alas! it was not till the thunder-boom
Of shell and cannon shocked the vernal day,
Which shone o’er Charleston bay,
That startled, roused, the last scale fallen away
From blinded eyes, our South, erect and proud,
Fronted the issue, and, though lulled too long,
Felt her great spirit nerved, her patriot valor strong.
Death! What of death?–
Can he who once drew honorable breath
In liberty’s pure sphere,
Foster a sensual fear,
When death and slavery meet him face to face,
Saying: “Choose thou between us; here, the grace
Which follows patriot martyrdom, and there,
Black degradation, haunted by despair.”
The very thought brings blushes to the cheek!
I hear all ’round about me murmurs run,
Hot murmurs, but soon merging into one
Soul-stirring utterance–hark! the people speak:
“Our course is righteous, and our aims are just!
Behold, we seek
Not merely to preserve for noble wives
The virtuous pride of unpolluted lives,
To shield our daughters from the servile hand,
And leave our sons their heirloom of command,
In generous perpetuity of trust;
Not only to defend those ancient laws,
Which Saxon sturdiness and Norman fire
Welded forevermore with freedom’s cause,
And handed scathless down from sire to sire–
Nor yet our grand religion, and our Christ,
Unsoiled by secular hates, or sordid harms,
(Though these had sure sufficed
To urge the feeblest Sybarite to arms)–
But more than all, because embracing all,
Ensuring all, self-government, the boon
Our patriot statesmen strove to win and keep,
From prescient Pinckney and the wise Calhoun
To him, that gallant knight,
The youngest champion in the Senate hall,
Who, led and guarded by a luminous fate,
His armor, Courage, and his war-horse, Right,
Dared through the lists of eloquence to sweep
Against the proud Bois Guilbert of debate!
“There’s not a tone from out the teeming past,
Uplifted once in such a cause as ours,
Which does not smite our souls
In long reverberating thunder-rolls,
From the far mountain-steeps of ancient story,
Above the shouting, furious Persian mass,
Millions arrayed in pomp of Orient powers,
Rings the wild war-cry of Leonidas
Pent in his rugged fortress of the rock;
And o’er the murmurous seas,
Compact of hero-faith and patriot bliss
(For conquest crowns the Athenian’s hope at last),
Come the clear accents of Miltiades,
Mingled with cheers that drown the battle-shock
Beside the wave-washed strand of Salamis.
“Where’er on earth the self-devoted heart
Hath been by worthy deeds exalted thus,
We look for proud exemplars; yet for us
It is enough to know
Our fathers left us freemen; let us show
The will to hold our lofty heritage,
The patient strength to act our father’s part.
“Yea! though our children’s blood
Rain ’round us in a crimson-swelling flood,
Why pause or falter?–that red tide shall bear
The ark that holds our shrin
(Paul Hamilton Hayne)
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