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VI.

For thee, young Fortress Wagner--thou shalt wear Green laurels, worthy of the names that now, Thy sister forts of Moultrie, Sumter, bear! See that thou lift'st, for aye, as proud a brow! And thou shalt be, to future generations, A trophied monument; whither men shall come In homage; and report to distant nations, A SHRINE, which foes shall never make a TOMB!

Charleston Mercury.

Sumter in Ruins.

By W. Gilmore Simms.