The Rebel host claims all the coast,
But these are friends, we know,
Whose footprints spoil the “sacred soil,”
And this is?—Fort Monroe!
The breakers roar,--how bears the shore?
--The traitorous wreckers' hands
Have quenched the blaze that poured its rays
Along the Hatteras sands.
--Ha! say not so! I see its glow!
Again the shoals display