Dupont’s Round Fight November 1861

In time and measure perfect moves       All Art whose aim is sure;

Evolving rhyme and stars divine       Have rules, and they endure.

Nor less the Fleet that warred for Right,       And, warring so, prevailed,

In geometric beauty curved,       And in an orbit sailed.

The rebel at Port Royal felt       The Unity overawe,

And rued the spell.

A type was here,       And victory of

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