The Cumberland.

(March, 1862.) Some names there are of telling sound, Whose voweled syllables free Are pledge that they shall ever live renowned; Such seem to be A Frigate's name (by present glory spanned) - The Cumberland. Sounding name as ere was sung, Flowing, rolling on the tongue - Cumberland! Cumberland! She warred and sunk. There's no denying That she was ended - quelled; And yet her flag above her fate is flying, As when it swelled Unswallowed by the swallowing sea: so grand - The Cumberland. Goodly name as ere was sung, Roundly rolling on the tongue - Cumberland! Cumberland! What need to tell how she was fought - The sinking flaming gun - The gunner leaping out the port - Washed back, undone! Her dead unconquerably manned The Cumberland. Noble name as ere was sung, Slowly roll it on the tongue - Cumberland! Cumberland! Long as hearts shall share the flame Which burned in that brave crew, Her fame shall live - outlive the victor's name; For this is due. Your flag and flag-staff shall in story stand - Cumberland! Sounding name as ere was sung, Long they'll roll it on the tongue - Cumberland! Cumberland!