under the disaster of the Second Manassas
No shame they take for dark defeat
While prizing yet each vitory won,
Who fight for the Right trough all retreat,
Nor pause until their work is done.
The Cape-of-Storms is proof to very throe;
Vainly against that foreland beat
Wild winds aloft and wilfer waves below:
The black cliffs gleam through rents in sleet
When the livid Antartic storm-clouds glow.
Assírio & Alvim, 2009