The thought of heaven’s great King afar
But humbles us—too weak to scan;
But manly greatness men can span,
And feel the bonds that draw.
The Swamp Angel.[[11]]
[11] The great Parrott gun, planted in the marshes of James Island, and employed in the prolonged, though at times intermitted bombardment of Charleston, was known among our soldiers as the Swamp Angel.
St. Michael’s, characterized by its venerable tower, was the historic and aristrocratic church of the town.
There is a coal-black Angel
With a thick Afric lip,
And he dwells (like the hunted and harried)