what's o'clock
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It is a matter of no moment to you what flag you are flapping.
Ocean tides, morning and evening, slipping past the sea-islands;
Tides slipping in through the harbour, shaking the palmetto posts,
Slipping out through the harbour;
Pendulum tides, counting themselves upon the sea-islands.
Tides slipping in through the harbour, shaking the palmetto posts,
Slipping out through the harbour;
Pendulum tides, counting themselves upon the sea-islands.
So they jounced, for health's sake,
To be well and able to rejoice when once again the city was free,
And the lost cause won, and the stars and bars afloat over Sumter.
The days which had roared to them called more softly,
The days whispered, the days were silent, they moved as imperceptibly as mist.
To be well and able to rejoice when once again the city was free,
And the lost cause won, and the stars and bars afloat over Sumter.
The days which had roared to them called more softly,
The days whispered, the days were silent, they moved as imperceptibly as mist.
