“Delenda est Carthago.”
The fiat has gone forth—the storm
Evokes the millions with its sound,
Who yon dear Union flag surround,
And point to slavery’s form;
Then, drowning the deep thunder’s roar,
They swell the cry from shore to shore,
“Delenda est Carthago.”
What strongholds ’neath their torrent fell,
Let Donelson and Henry tell;