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 On Sumter’s rampart, that sweet night,
 * Leaning beside the shattered wall,

Thy gentle face, so fair and bright,
 * Kept me, dear love, within thy thrall.

I turned from wrecks of storm and strife
 * To thee— within some distant home;

I felt that all my fate and life
 * Were thine, wherever I must roam.

A glory has come o’er my days
 * In dreaming noblest dreams of thee;

Beyond the rampart, how my gaze
 * Went proudly o’er the Southern sea!

And dreams like mine can still defy
 * Even the tempest of distrust;

I know that they shall never die
 * Because they are not of the dust.

Dear love! though dreams may wither here,
 * They are upgathered from the sod,

And we shall see them reappear
 * In the long summer time of God!