“What! heard you not Port Royal’s doom?
How the black war-ships came
And turned the Beaufort roses’ bloom
To redder wreaths of flame?
How from Rebellion’s broken reed
We saw his emblem fall,
As soon his cursèd poison-weed
Shall drop from Sumter’s wall?
On! on! Pulaski’s iron hail
Falls harmless on Tybee!