To stigmatize her name and birth,
And blot her record from the earth.
’Twas, as they thought, some frightful dream
Which dawn would scatter with its beam:
But when that wished-for dawn arose,
And shook them from disturbed repose;
When Sumter’s guns boomed on the ear,
Reality took place of fear:
And then a storm of grief and rage
Swept o’er the land, swept o’er the age: