the sinking of the merrimack.
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When they made her speak treason (does Hell know of worse?)
How her strong timbers shook with the shame of her curse!
How her strong timbers shook with the shame of her curse!
Let her go! Should a deck so polluted again
Ever ring to the tread of our true Northern men?
Let the suicide-ship thunder forth, to the air
And the sea she has blotted, her groan of despair!
Let her last heat of anguish throb out into flame,
Then sink them together,—the ship and the name!
Ever ring to the tread of our true Northern men?
Let the suicide-ship thunder forth, to the air
And the sea she has blotted, her groan of despair!
Let her last heat of anguish throb out into flame,
Then sink them together,—the ship and the name!
