and glory and beauty. There is "a nameless pathos in the air."
A wonderful revelation is going on before our eyes! No miracle
could startle in the ever new creation, so strange and rapturous
is this joy of sense and spiritual rebirth.

Nor was his genius only reflective, and creative, and playful;
his was a trumpet voice also. When the blast of war sounded,
his voice rang like a clarion in "Carolina" and "Cry to Arms".
Beyond their local meaning, which kindles and thrills, now as then,
the men of the South, they have an abiding, universal power
from the standpoint of art; for there is nothing finer
in all the martial strains of the lyric.

Paul Hayne, his brother poet, speaking of "Carolina",
as "lines destined perhaps to outlive the political vitality of the State,
whose antique fame they celebrate," said: --

"I read them first, and was thrilled by their power and pathos,
upon a stormy March evening in Fort Sumter! Walking along the battlements,
under the red light of a tempestuous sunset, the wind steadily and loudly
blowing from off the bar across the tossing and moaning waste of waters,
driven inland; with scores of gulls and white sea-birds flying and shrieking
round me, -- those wild voices of Nature mingled strangely
with the rhythmic roll and beat of the poet's impassioned music.
The very spirit, or dark genius, of the troubled scene
appeared to take up and to repeat such verses as --

"`I hear a murmur as of waves
That grope their way through sunless caves,
Like bodies struggling in their graves,