Rear aloft your waves, O sea!
Rear your sparkling crests, ye fountings,
For my love's come back to me.'
"The day of inaction is past, and now the United States of America is about to swoop down like a exasperated Eagle, on the chickens left by the hawk. Are you ready, my sagacious reptiles, to spill a drop or so for your soaking country? Are you ready to rose up as one man—
"'The rose is red,
The wi'lets blue,
Sugar is sweet, and
Bully for you.'
"Ages to come will look down on this day and say: 'They died young.' The Present will reply: 'I don't see it;' but the present is just the last thing for us to think about. Richmond is before us, and there let it remain. We shall take it in a few years:
"'It may be for years and it may be for ever,