From “The Southland’s Charms and Freedom’s Magnitude” (11)

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The stars and stripes that in our standard fly, 
         Immortal symbols of the nation’s might,
The splendor of night's orb-emblazoned sky,
         The blue of day’s eternal depths—the white
Of Heaven’s peace and spotless purity,
         And red of morn’s defiance-streaming light,
Meant nothing which that madcap State would heed,
Which vowed to spread vile slavery or secede.