More pictures⁠—Jefferson Davis, in dripping Spring rain, Reading a chilly inauguration-address To an unstirred crowd. He is really President now. His eyes are more tired, his temper beginning to fray. A British steamer in the Bahama Channel Stopped by a Captain Wilkes and a Union cruiser. They take two men, and let the steamer puff on —And light a long hissing fuse that for a month Nearly brings war with England. Lincoln and Seward Stamp out the fuse, and let the Confederates go⁠— Wooden frigates at anchor in Hampton Roads Burning and sinking with tattered banners apeak Under the strange new, armadillo-bite Of something plated with iron that yet can float, The Merrimac ⁠—and all Washington and the North In a twenty-four-hours’ panic⁠—then, next day⁠— As Lincoln stares from the window of the White House For the sooty sign in the sky that means defeat⁠— The armadillo, smoking back in her pride To crunch up another meal of weak wooden ships, Is beaten off by another leaky prodigy