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FORT SUMTER.
H, the flag is afloat over Sumter at last,— Hurra!From his refuge the serpent of Treason is cast— Hurra!Blow strong, O ye breezes, blow steady and bold,Till we see our dear flag, without wrinkle or fold,Fly abroad o'er the heights of the Rebel stronghold. Hurra! hurra! and hurra!It shall float till the last bolt of vengeance has rolled, And then—float forever, hurra!'T is the fort where our Anderson toiled at the guns,— Hurra!Where the South learned to blush for her traitorous sons,— Hurra!
