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If you -are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the -country where you are located before using this eBook. -</div> - -<p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Title: The southern war poetry of the Civil War</p> -<p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Author: Esther Parker Ellinger</p> -<p style='display:block; text-indent:0; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: January 1, 2023 [eBook #69681]</p> -<p style='display:block; text-indent:0; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</p> - <p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em; text-align:left'>Produced by: Krista Zaleski, Tim Lindell and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.)</p> -<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE SOUTHERN WAR POETRY OF THE CIVIL WAR ***</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</span></p> - - - - -<h1> The Southern War Poetry of - the Civil War</h1> - -<p class="center small p6"> BY</p> -<p class="center"> ESTHER PARKER ELLINGER</p> - -<p class="center p2"> Thesis presented to the Faculty of the Graduate School of the University - of Pennsylvania, May 1918, in partial fulfilment of the requirements - for the degree of Doctor of Philosophy</p> - -<p class="center p6"> PHILADELPHIA, PA. - 1918 -</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</span></p> - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p class="center p4"> <span class="smcap">Copyright, 1918<br> - Esther Parker Ellinger</span></p> -</div> -<p class="center p6"> THE HERSHEY PRESS<br> - HERSHEY, PA. -</p> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="FOREWORD">FOREWORD</h2> -</div> - - -<p>In the assembling of material so widely scattered and so long unsought -either by students or by collectors, it has been necessary for me -to depend in some measure on the efforts of others who have been -most generous with their help and assistance. I desire to record -my gratitude especially to my Father and my Mother, without whose -unfailing sympathy and co-operation this work could not have been done: -and to Mrs. C. Francis Osborne of Philadelphia, Miss Sallie Shepherd -of Norfolk, Virginia, and Miss Florence D. Johnston of Philadelphia, -for books and individual poems. For their courtesy in allowing me free -access to the collections committed to their charge I must acknowledge -further indebtedness to Mr. Wallace H. Cathcart, Vice-President and -Director of the Western Reserve Historical Society, Cleveland, whose -splendid collection of Civil War items contains many rare and important -imprints and broadsides: and to Mr. Bunford Samuel, of the Ridgway -Branch of the Library Company of Philadelphia, to whose private -collection I am indebted for several poems which I have not found -elsewhere.</p> - -<p>Particularly to Dr. Arthur Hobson Quinn of the University of -Pennsylvania, under whose direction this thesis was written, I wish to -acknowledge my obligation and to express my sincere appreciation for -his guidance and advice.</p> - -<p class="right"> -E. P. E.<br> -</p> - -<p>University of Pennsylvania, 15 April, 1918.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</span></p> - - - - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p class="p6">“Time in its deeps swims like a monstrous whale: and like a -whale, feeds on the littlest things—small tunes and little -unskilled songs of the olden golden evenings—and anon turneth -whale-like to overthrow whole ships.”</p> - -<p class="right"> -Dunsany—“The Raft Builders.”<br> -</p> -</div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</span></p> - - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CONTENTS">CONTENTS</h2> -</div> - -<table class="autotable"> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"></td> -<td class="tdr"> <span class="smcap">Page</span></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">Foreword</span></td> -<td class="tdr"> <a href="#Page_3">3</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">Chapter I.</span> <span class="smcap">The Significance of the Southern War Poetry</span></td> -<td class="tdr"> <a href="#Page_7">7</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">Chapter II.</span> <span class="smcap">The Historical Development of the Southern War Poetry</span></td> -<td class="tdr"> <a href="#Page_17">17</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">Reference Bibliography</span></td> -<td class="tdr"> <a href="#Page_49">49</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">Bibliography of Collections Examined</span></td> -<td class="tdr"> <a href="#Page_50">50</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">Bibliography of Anthologies and Confederate Imprints</span></td> -<td class="tdr"> <a href="#Page_51">51</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">Abbreviations Used for Anthologies</span></td> -<td class="tdr"> <a href="#Page_56">56</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">Abbreviations Used of Collections</span></td> -<td class="tdr"> <a href="#Page_57">57</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> <span class="smcap">Index of Southern War Poems of the Civil War</span></td> -<td class="tdr"> <a href="#Page_58">58</a></td> -</tr> -</table> - - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_I">CHAPTER I</h2> -</div> - -<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Significance of the Southern War Poetry</span></p> - - -<p>“The emotional literature of a people,” wrote one of the greatest of -the Southern poets, William Gilmore Simms,<a id="FNanchor_1" href="#Footnote_1" class="fnanchor">1</a> “is as necessary to the -philosophic historian as the mere detail of events in the progress -of a nation.... The mere facts in a history do not always or often -indicate the true <i>animus</i> of the action. But in poetry and song -the emotional nature is apt to declare itself without reserve ... -speaking out with a passion which disdains subterfuge, and through -media of imagination and fancy, which are not only without reserve, -but which are too coercive in their own nature, too arbitrary in their -own influence, to acknowledge any restraint upon that expression which -glows or weeps with emotions that gush freshly and freely from the -heart.”</p> - -<p>Edmund Clarence Stedman<a id="FNanchor_2" href="#Footnote_2" class="fnanchor">2</a> put the matter a little differently. -Asking what may constitute the significance of any body of rhythmical -literature, restricted to its own territory, he answered the question -thus: “Undoubtedly and first of all, the essential quality of its -material as poetry; next to this, its quality as an expression and -interpretation of the time itself. In many an era, the second factor -may afford a surer means of estimate than the first, inasmuch as the -purely literary result may be nothing rarer than the world already has -possessed, nor greatly differing from it: nevertheless it may be the -voice of a time, of a generation, of a people ... all of extraordinary -import to the world’s future.”</p> - -<p>“Our own poetry,” he continues elsewhere,<a id="FNanchor_3" href="#Footnote_3" class="fnanchor">3</a> “excels as a recognizable -voice in utterance of the emotions of a people. The storm and stress -of youth have been upon us, and the nation has not lacked its lyric -cry.... One who underrates the significance<span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</span> of our literature, prose -or verse, as both the expression and the stimulant of national feeling, -as of import in the past and to the future of America, is deficient in -that critical insight which can judge even of its own day unwarped by -personal taste or deference to public impression. He shuts his eyes to -the fact that at times, notably throughout the years resulting in the -Civil War, this literature has been a ‘force.’”</p> - -<p>That the poetry written in the Confederate States during the days of -the Civil War was a “force” in potency second only to the army in the -field, is a fact that has been too long unnoticed by commentators on -the literature of our country. In the rare cases when its influence was -recognized, its quality has been mistaken, its character misunderstood, -its quantity and volume under-estimated. Due perhaps in part to the -intensity of feeling engendered between victors and vanquished in -the Lost Cause, the darkness of the days following the close of the -war effectively hid from view and kept from national circulation the -verses and songs which the war had produced in the South. This was the -primary cause which prevented them from attaining the universal and -critical appreciation of their value that was the right of so large -and important a movement in the history of American letters. The ruin -of the South financially and economically, prevented her from calling -attention to her own achievement: while the widespread destruction and -dispersal of property, as well as the necessarily ephemeral nature of -many of her publications, offers not the least satisfactory explanation -for the comparative restriction of Southern Civil War verse to the land -whence it sprang.</p> - -<p>If, however, to the modern critic these poems and songs are -comparatively unknown, by the Southerner of Civil War days their value -was understood and appreciated to the full. Within a year after war -broke out, early in the days of ’62, at least two definite attempts to -assemble the fast multiplying verses and songs were being made, the -first<a id="FNanchor_4" href="#Footnote_4" class="fnanchor">4</a> by Professor Chase and John R. Thompson of Richmond, editor -of the <i>Southern Field and Fireside</i>; the second by “Bohemian,” -Mr. W. G. Shepperson, who was a correspondent for the Richmond -<i>Despatch</i>. The latter effort resulted, in the spring of ’62, in -a volume of “War Songs of <span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</span>the South,” containing some one hundred and -eight poems, and with the following significant words in the Preface:</p> - -<p>“Written contemporaneously with the achievements which they celebrate, -[these poems] possess all the vitality and force of the testimony -of eye-witnesses to a glorious combat, or even of actors in it. The -spontaneous outburst of popular feeling, they give the lie to the -assertion of our enemy that this revolution is the work of politicians -and party leaders alone.</p> - -<p>“Through the Poets’ Corner in the newspaper, they have sped their -flight from and to the heart and mind of the people. They showed which -way the wind was blowing when the war arose ‘a little cloud like a -man’s hand,’ and black as the heavens may now appear, they bravely sing -above the storm, soaring so high that their wings are brightened by the -sun behind the clouds.</p> - -<p>“They cannot fail to challenge the attention of the philosophic -historian by their origin, and their influence.... In every age, -martial songs have wrought wonders in struggles for national -independence.</p> - -<p>“And surely these newspaper waifs have played no unimportant part in -the actual drama which surrounds us....</p> - -<p>“A single volume of ordinary size cannot contain a tithe of the songs -which have already appeared, and are daily appearing. This, however, -offers enough to show that during the present eventful period, what -was said of the early Spaniard is true of the Southron: ‘He has been -unconsciously surrounding history with the light of imagination, -linking great names with great deeds, concentrating those universal -recollections in which everyone feels he has a part, and silently -building up the fabric of national poetry on the basis of national -enthusiasm.’”</p> - -<p>Fifty years later another Southerner, William Malone Baskerville,<a id="FNanchor_5" href="#Footnote_5" class="fnanchor">5</a> -wrote this: “A young Marylander, a stripling just from college, was -dreaming dreams from which he was awakened by the guns of Sumter. One -sleepless night in April, 1861, he wrote the poem, ‘My Maryland,’ which -may not inaptly be called the first note of the new Southern literature -... ‘new in strength, new in depth, new in the largest elements of -beauty and truth.’ He that had ears to hear might have heard in the -booming of <span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</span>those guns not only the signal for a gigantic contest, but -also the proclamation of the passing away of the old order, and along -with it the waxflowery, amateurish and sentimental race of Southern -writers.” The passing of this school, of course, meant the passing -of what usually has been recognized as the typical literary mode of -the South. It meant, however, much more than this: for the changing -order was made possible only by the passing of the particular type of -civilization that had fostered it, and this, in its turn indicated a -complete and thorough renaissance not only of life and letters, but -also of Southern soul and spirit.</p> - -<p>The type of civilization that endured in the South, to the days of the -Civil War, was one of the most picturesque periods of society that can -be imagined, but not one that induced or encouraged serious literature. -In the North, on the other hand, where there were to be found many -large cities as centres of population, and the great national colleges, -literature had developed with the people. The earliest settlers of -New England had been of a religious, thoughtful, and philosophical -disposition, and their manners and mode of life had served to -strengthen these tendencies in their descendants. Even the climate -of the country had a marked influence in emphasizing New England’s -bent towards literature. Rigorous winters and inclement temperatures -led to long enforced periods of indoor life, conducive to study and -reflection. The effort and stress required to wring a living from -the stubborn soil made them an active and a vigorous people. At the -same time the comparatively small size of their territory, the number -of their towns and cities and the ease of travel over the hard and -rocky roads brought them much in contact with each other, and insured -communication of thought. Theirs was a civilization founded on civil -ties. Farms were small, cultivated usually by the family of the owners, -with a few “hired help,” and centered about the smaller villages and -townships, which in their turn were satellites of the towns. The -towns, again, clustered around the cities, which were thus as hubs in -the wheels of society. The rising individual graduated from the town -to the city, where were gathered the leading spirits and forces of -the day. From the cities back to the smaller communities returned the -great newspapers and magazines, whose spiritual and mental authority -went unchallenged, and which served the more to amalgamate into a -living thoughtful whole the inhabitants of the farthest<span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</span> corner of the -countryside. For everyone life was hard and plain; and there followed -the accepted corollary of high and resolute thought.</p> - -<p>In the South, the thought unquestionably was as grave and lofty. It -was, however, neither in the hands of the people, as a whole, nor so -thoroughly co-ordinated into an entity. This lack of centralization -and unity arose from the very order of society, and was at once its -destruction, its charm, and its misfortune. In the first place, as -regards its territory in comparison with the North, there were few -large cities, and these were far apart. From Richmond to Charleston -and New Orleans as the crow flies is nearly three times the distance -from Boston to Philadelphia. In the days of postillions, and in the -later days of steamboats and railroads, a warm damp climate made travel -tedious and tiresome. Neither did the large cities occupy the positions -of importance of their Northern rivals. Because of the fertile soil, -fair climate and multiplicity of laborers the financial and political -power of the country was to be found quite as often among the owners -of the great plantations, as in the counting rooms or law offices of -the metropolis. For various reasons, there were no great and powerful -publishing houses, or influential magazines in general circulation, -the newspaper taking these places. Another factor there was also, -that was especially disintegrating for society at large. Before the -war, education in the South was not universal. For about half the -population, the women were educated at home, or in the case of the -well-to-do, at seminaries and boarding schools. The men, as in the old -Colonial days, had their private tutors, and were then sent to the -Universities at home or abroad, and to travel. But for the mass of -the poorer people, there was little to be had beyond the rudiments of -training: and for many years the University of Virginia was the only -educational institution below the line, which was the academic equal of -the Northern colleges. Education here, as everywhere in the South, was -along purely classic lines, which trained the people to find authority -in the past, and which tended to create a lack of sympathy with -problems other than those immediately concerning the public polity. -Hence it was that the intellectual relationships of the North were -exchanged in the South for social ties; which proved in times of stress -more powerful and unifying than those beyond the Line, and which made -possible, later on, the sympathetic<span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</span> consolidation and confederacy of -the States at the first minute of invasion. In that instant, they were -“a band of brothers,” in a common fellowship and interest: and thus it -was that the very conditions militating against their literature and -literary progress before the War, became in 1861, at once their allies -in the field, and on Parnassus.</p> - -<p>It is undeniable that the literary history of the antebellum South -could brook no comparison with that of the North. An agricultural -people such as the Southerners were, are apt to live their lyrics -and romances, rather than write them. Her greatest novelists, Simms -and Kennedy and John Esten Cooke, had given her quiet old-fashioned -historical or pseudo-historical tales after the pattern of Sir Walter -Scott. Today these seem curiously dull and prosy, and more so when -placed in comparison with the extraordinarily ornate and grotesque -Gothic romances of her women writers. That style of fiction of which -Mrs. Hentz, Mrs. Southworth and Miss Evans were the representative -authors may only be described as unreal and utterly false in tone -and color. It is sensational to a degree, but its popularity was in -proportion to its lack of artistic conception. Further than this, what -was true of her prose, was true of her verse. Just as the fiction of -the South was an echo of earlier modes, so her chief lyrists wrote in -the manner of the cavaliers. On the whole, the Southern character had -seemed better adapted to the practice of politics and the management -of plantations, than to government in the province of literature. -Southerners wrote easily and gracefully, but without the sincerity and -beauty that arise from perfect sympathy between the craftsman and his -craft.</p> - -<p>It was when a great emotion had thrilled the heart of the South, and -her spirit kindled to a single mighty flame in the prosecution of a -cause on which she could unite all her energies, that the artificiality -of her literature dropped away, and was replaced by strength of -color, truth of outline and power of expression. Before the terror of -civil war, the horror of invasion, and the indignity of submission to -what she deemed a false interpretation of the Constitution and the -principles of Liberty for which her fathers had fought, the literature -of the South lost its superficiality, its romantic characteristics. -From the earliest days of the war, prose in the form of history, -philosophical essays and controversial debate, became the recognized -and powerful weapon<span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</span> wielded by her greatest minds: while poetry, in -the hands alike of poet and peasant, became the great national organ -for emotional expression.</p> - -<p>Fully to appreciate the themes and refrains that filled her war verse, -it is necessary to understand for just what principles, and with what -a temper, the South began the fight. Whatever had been the immediate -excuse for war, for the Southerner the conflict very quickly resolved -itself into a struggle for liberty. The principle of States’ Rights -had always been cherished in the South since the days of the Articles -of Confederation, in 1781, which declared at the very onset that -while adopting this plan that was designed to make of the various -integers a government that might be per se recognizable,—“each state -retained its sovereignty, freedom and independence.” “Submission to -any encroachment, the least as well as the greatest, on the rights of -a state means slavery,” wrote Dr. Basil Gildersleeve.<a id="FNanchor_6" href="#Footnote_6" class="fnanchor">6</a> “The extreme -Southern States considered this right menaced by the issue of the -presidential election.” The South had always clung to the earlier -conception of national union of separate and independent units. That -the North regarded her as a rebel against the Constitution of her -fathers but goaded her the more bitterly, who felt that above all -things she battled in the right, for the freedom of which Washington -himself had dreamed, and which her own ancestors had been the greater -part of the instrument in winning and perfecting. It was therefore to -the South a holy contest. “Right or wrong, we were fully persuaded in -our own minds, and there was no lurking suspicion of any moral weakness -in our cause,” continued Dr. Gildersleeve.<a id="FNanchor_7" href="#Footnote_7" class="fnanchor">7</a> “Nothing could be holier -than the cause, nothing more imperative than the duty of upholding it. -There were those in the South who when they saw the issue of the War, -gave up their faith in God, but not their faith in the cause.”</p> - -<p>With Lincoln’s decision to provision Fort Sumter, on April 1, 1861, -and his call for troops, two weeks later, the question of States’ -Rights was amplified by the addition of two other sentiments which -three together formed the lofty inspiration that, in the South lifted -the struggle above the commonplaces of civil<span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</span> strife. At once it -was dignified into a war in defence of home, of native land, and of -liberty. It was therefore with a certain nobility of purpose that the -Confederate Army went forth to battle. The North had enlisted on a -punitive expedition: the South had engaged in a crusade for her ideals. -This was the magic touch that transmuted the comparative dross of her -literature to pure gold. “When there flashed upon poetic souls not the -political issues that were at stake, but the great human situation -of the struggle, they gave voice to the pent up feelings of the new -nation.”</p> - -<p>The poetic genius of the Southerners had always been lyric in -character, partly as the result of environment, partly that of racial -temper, partly as an inheritance from the old Cavaliers who had been -their ancestors. Nor had the lyrists of the South been of slender -numbers. Professor Manly’s “Southern Literature” credits the land -with over two hundred poets whom he considered worthy of mention. -More than fifty of these belong to Virginia alone, and Dr. Painter -wrote<a id="FNanchor_8" href="#Footnote_8" class="fnanchor">8</a> of their work that “examination ... reveals among a good deal -that is commonplace and imitative, many a little gem that ought to be -preserved.” Their method was usually Byronic and amorous. They had, it -is true, made little or no use of local color or legend, and had given -over the narrative and the dramatic for the lyric. Their work, however, -was always melodious and of easy numbers. This was their particular -characteristic. The second, and indeed the more interesting, was the -lack of the professional touch. Before the War, there had been few -vocational poets, as there had been few professed <i>literateurs</i>. -Poetry was the possession of the many, not of a small group of favored -ones, and these wrote purely for the pleasure of the art, with so -little care for fame or reputation that many of their verses still -remain uncollected. When, therefore, the emotion of the conflict was -borne upon the South, there were poets to fight her battles—just as -there were soldiers in the field,—who were using an accustomed mode, -though with unaccustomed sincerity and felicity. Indeed, the number of -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</span>war poets is one of the amazing phenomena of the time: and as in the -North, literature was mainly in their hands. Beyond the line there were -Longfellow, Whittier, Lowell, Emerson, Holmes, Boker, Whitman and Mrs. -Stowe. In the South, Hayne, Timrod, Ticknor, Simms, John R. Thompson, -George Bagby, Dr. Holcombe, Mrs. Preston, Mrs. Charles, and Father Ryan -filled roles as lofty, and as surely inspired. There was, however, -this difference in their work. The poets of the North lived and wrote -in comparative security and remoteness from the field. Their verses -were characterized by a virtuous indignation against the rebellion, by -appeals for men, anger at constant delay and unnecessary defeat, and -deliberate exhortations in the name of the Union.</p> - -<p>In the South, on the other hand, conditions were quite different. The -whole land was a battle field, which every man, woman and child was -bound by his principles to defend with his very life, and from which -they had pledged themselves to drive the invading hordes. Each soul -was personally involved in the conflict, and the poets, instead of -looking on the struggle from afar, and distantly applauding it, looked -out from the very centres of confusion, calling to their people words -of help and cheer and courage. Theirs was not a plea to engage in the -conflict. Theirs was the shout of “Come to the battle! Help us or we -perish, and with us the sacred fires of true and personal Freedom.” It -was the “terrible experience of a mighty conflict,<a id="FNanchor_9" href="#Footnote_9" class="fnanchor">9</a> in which the soul -of the people was ... brought out through struggles, passion, partings, -heroism, love, death, ... all effective in the production of genuine -feeling and the development of real character. While the battles were -being fought in the homes of the Southerners, their poets sent forth -now a stirring martial lyric, now a humorous song or poem recounting -the trials and hardships of camp, hospital and prison life ... these -becoming ever more and more intermingled with dirges for Jackson, for -Albert Sidney Johnston, for Stuart, for Ashby, and finally for the -Conquered Banner. In all these there was no trace of artificiality, no -sign of the mawkish sentimentality of the old waxflowery, amateurish -and sentimental race of Southern writers.... They were surcharged -with deep, genuine, sincere feeling. They were instinct with life. In -this respect the war poetry laid the foundation of the new Southern -literature ... <span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</span>‘new in strength, new in depth, new in the largest -elements of beauty and truth.’”</p> - -<p>It was a terrible price to pay for a renaissance of art, wrung as -it was from the heart of a wounded people. It appeared still more a -vain and useless sacrifice because at first the Southern war poetry -gave rise to no literary genre. Indirectly, however, in its return to -reality, to simplicity of emotion and truth of passion, this war verse -was of inestimable value to the rising school of Southern fiction and -prose. Nevertheless, the renaissance could not come at once. It was -only when the pain and ruin of war had somewhat passed, and the South -had begun to recover from the waste which the conflict had wrought on -the land, when the bitterness of the struggle had softened with the -changing years and generations, and after the new attitude towards life -had had time to crystalize into permanency, that one of her younger -poets could write of her, with truth:<a id="FNanchor_10" href="#Footnote_10" class="fnanchor">10</a></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Lo! from the war cloud, dull and dense,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Loyal and chaste and brave and strong</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Comes forth the South with frankincense,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">And vital freshness in her song.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The weight is fallen from her wings,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To find a purer air she springs</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Out of the night, into the morn.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_II">CHAPTER II</h2> -</div> - -<p class="center"><span class="smcap">The Historical Development of the Southern War Poetry</span></p> - - -<p>Contemporary criticism is seldom safely to be trusted, but there -are times when contemporaneous comment is as valuable as it is -enlightening. It is so with this statement by T. C. de Leon—in his -introduction to an anthology of the Southern Civil War verse.<a id="FNanchor_11" href="#Footnote_11" class="fnanchor">11</a> “If -poems born of revolution bore no marks of the bitter need that crushed -them from the hearts of their authors, they would have no value -whatever, intrinsic or historical.”</p> - -<p>Southern war poetry is worthy of preservation because it is an -expression of vital appeal and of sentiment wrung from the heart of -a people. For the most part, it was written under the stress of the -moment. It was indeed the spontaneous overflow of powerful emotion, but -only occasionally does it take its origin from emotion recollected in -tranquillity. Nevertheless, it speaks the language of men and women, -and in it we may read, as perhaps through no other medium, the true -story of the development of Southern character, of national spirit, and -of definite sectional consciousness.</p> - -<p>Today the poetry remains to us in the newspapers and magazines of the -period, and in the anthologies and various collections of war verse -(the best of these appearing either during the war or shortly after). -Most interesting, but most ephemeral of them all, it remains in part in -the small printed broadsides, or single sheets in handbill form, which -usually appeared anonymously and mysteriously, at times even without -the name of the printer. Issued in varying numbers, on wretched paper, -and seldom gathered together, so many of these have perished in the -passage of the years, that in many instances a single copy may remain -in existence. Of the verses that circulated in MSS. there is now little -trace. Occasionally, as in the case of K—s “To the Memory of Stonewall -Jackson,” some old copy-book or diary will restore them to the light: -but of the various sources, less result is obtained from this field -than from the others.</p> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</span></p> -<p>Next to the appearance of the poems in the papers and journals, -publication by broadside was probably the most common usage. Especially -in the later days of the war, when newspaper publication was either -temporarily or entirely suspended, this medium insured the quickest -distribution of verse particularly applicable to the moment, a battle -ode, a dirge of a fallen leader, or a song of peculiarly inspiriting -phraseology. It was in this broadside form that “My Maryland” spread -through the South almost in a day, anonymously, and often suffering -from lines badly copied or cut. That Randall was the author was a fact -silently understood and communicated: for it was safest and wisest in -those early days, and particularly in the border states, that names -be not mentioned. Even later, and after months of war, this condition -still obtained. The appearance, in September, 1862, of “Stonewall -Jackson’s Way,” written by Dr. John Williamson Palmer, as he listened -to the guns of Sharpsburg, is a case in point. Dr. Palmer gives this -history of the poem, and its publication:<a id="FNanchor_12" href="#Footnote_12" class="fnanchor">12</a></p> - -<p>“In September, 1862, I found myself ... at Oakland ... in Garrett -County, Maryland. Early on the sixteenth there was a roar of guns in -the air, and we knew that a great battle was toward ... I knew that -Stonewall was in it, whatever it might be: it was his way,—‘Stonewall -Jackson’s Way.’ I had twice put that phrase into my war letters, and -other correspondents, finding it handy, had quoted it in theirs. I -paced the piazza and whistled a song of Oregon lumbermen and loggers -that I had learned from a California adventurer in Honolulu. The two -thoughts were coupled and welded into one to make a song: and as the -words gathered to the call of the tune I wrote the ballad of ‘Stonewall -Jackson’s Way’ with the roar of these guns in my ears. On the morrow I -added the last stanza....</p> - -<p>“In Baltimore I told the story of the song to my father, and at his -request made immediately another copy of it. This was shown cautiously -to certain members of the Maryland Club: and a trusty printer was -found who struck off a dozen slips of it, principally for private -distribution. That first printed copy of the song was headed ‘Found on -a Rebel Sergeant of the Old Stonewall Brigade, Taken at Winchester.’ -The fabulous legend was <span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</span>for the misleading of the Federal provost -marshal, as were also the address and date, ‘Martinsburg, September 13, -1862.’”</p> - -<p>It must not be supposed that this war verse which has survived to -our day consists merely of battle songs and popular ballads on -themes arising from the nature of the conflict. Just as the war was -far reaching and general in its effect, touching every Southerner -personally, and too often poignantly, so the poetic response was varied -and modified to meet the demand of the moment. There is description, -and narration; there are of course dialectics and polemics; there is -satire; and there is even a little humor. And because through all this -rings the personal and individual appeal, the prevailing note is lyric. -Of the dramatic there is very little, notably Hayne’s “The Substitute,” -and “The Royal Ape.” This last is a long dramatic narrative in iambic -pentameter rimed couplets that is possibly more interesting as satire -and propaganda than as pure drama. Yet neither of these is a work of -free inspiration. The Southern war poet did his best work when out of -the fulness of his heart, he either vowed allegiance to his beloved -land, and her leaders, or wrote in passion and defiance as a resolved -defender of the freedom of his Fathers.</p> - -<p>Judged from an emotional point of view, this poetry falls into three -distinct periods, obvious enough in themselves, but interesting -in that by them we may see more clearly the issues of the war as -reflected in the hearts of the warriors. There are the first poems of -rebellion against oppression: lyrics of passionate defiance as well as -of hortatory counsel: appeals to remember the glory of the past and -the danger of the present. The second period started at the moment -of invasion after which there was no longer need for a Congress to -formulate the principles for which they fought, or to arrange for the -unifying of the various State integers. Then began the poetry of actual -conflict, taking the form of verses concerning particular battles, the -narration of some heroic deed, the lament for a great hero, as well -as camp ballads, and marching songs. As a connecting link with the -first period, there are still the poems breathing the national spirit, -and loyalty to the Southern cause. Even in the third and last period, -that of disappointment, discouragement and actual defeat, this note -continues, and is the more poignant for its unfaltering persistence in -the face of calamity.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</span></p> - -<p>The poetry of the first period began in the closing days of 1860. In -November of that year there had been elected by the North and West a -President whose principles of government seemed to threaten the South -with danger of extermination of her most precious interests. The -platform of Republicanism she considered in every respect inimical to -her importance as a unit in the central organization of states. Her -very identity was endangered, and that to a section where pride of -historic heritage was as dear as actual power of wealth and commerce, -aroused her as could perhaps nothing else. Therefore, on December -twentieth, 1860, South Carolina passed her order of secession, -following it with the “Declaration of Independence,” which justified -the previous action by recalling the two great principles asserted by -the early colonies, namely, “the right of a state to govern itself, -and the right of a people to abolish a government when it becomes -destructive to the ends for which it was instituted. And concurrent -with the establishment of these principles was the fact that each -colony became and was recognized by the mother country as a free, -sovereign and independent state.” It was a proud imperious challenge, -and made immediate appeal to every Southerner to whom freedom and -independence, personal or otherwise, was a precious birthright. The -proclamation fired the imagination, as it did the poetic spirit of the -land: the poetic response struck the same note. S. Henry Dickson’s -“South Carolina” was one of the first poems to appear. Its verses are -as lofty in tone as the lines of the proclamation, and equally as -sincere. They are frankly exultant.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The deed is done! the die is cast;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The glorious Rubicon is passed:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Hail, Carolina! free at last.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Strong in the right I see her stand</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where ocean laves the shelving sand;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Her own Palmetto decks the strand.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">She turns aloft her flashing eye;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Radiant, her lonely star on high</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Shines clear against the darkening sky.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2"> - -<hr class="tb"></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Fling forth her banner to the gale!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Let all the hosts of earth assail,—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Their fury and their force shall fail.</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</span></p> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2"> - -<hr class="tb"></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh, land of heroes! Spartan State!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In numbers few, in daring great,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Thus to affront the frown of fate!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And while mad triumph rules the hour,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And thickening clouds of menace lower,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bear back the tide of tyrant power.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">With steadfast courage, faltering never,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sternly resolved, her bonds to sever:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Hail, Carolina! free forever!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>This may be the expression of the hour, but it proved as well to be -the poetic sentiment of the next four years. Every poet of the South, -from the humblest maker of camp catches to the greatest of her lyrists, -shared this attitude of resolve, as they watched their Spartan nation -continue to wage what they consented to be a righteous war for freedom, -against a tyrant power. Naturally, expression became more sharply -crystalized with the actual invasion. None the less, even thus early, -before the end of ’60, we have a precise foreshadowing of the war -attitude of the Confederate poet.</p> - -<p>With the passage of secession in South Carolina, at once the remaining -“Cotton States” were torn by the conflict of making a great decision. -There were those to whom the indignity of submitting their conception -of government to what they called a usurpation of authority was -inconceivable treachery to an ancient and honorable past: and there -were those to whom unquestioning obedience to the Government at -Washington was the only way of fulfilling the heritage of their -ancestors. In the end, the extremists won. The North would offer no -compromise: indeed, it would have been contrary to the Southern code -of honor to have accepted halfway measures. To them there appeared no -other course to pursue, no solution but to follow Carolina’s lordly -lead. Mississippi seceded on January ninth, Florida on the tenth, -Alabama on the eleventh, Georgia on the nineteenth, Louisiana on the -twenty-sixth.</p> - -<p>For the South as a whole, as well as for her poets, January had been a -month of tempest. Following the secession of Carolina, the situation -that had developed over Fort Sumter was dangerous<span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</span> to the extreme. -As it afterwards proved, Sumter was the tinder which kindled the -flame of war; and as early as January, when Major Anderson refused to -surrender the fort the menace within the South began to show itself. -The authorities of Charleston, endangered by Federal possession of -Sumter, demanded its surrender. No decision could have been reached -until after March fourth, when Lincoln was inaugurated. Meanwhile, -on the fourth of February, the six states which had already left the -Union, and Texas, which seceded three days earlier, formally met at -convention in Charleston, and united in a Confederacy, in opposition to -the Government at Washington. It was a move which their poets, as well -as their more practically visioned men, had been frantically urging. -Two of the most interesting of the poems of this period appeared, the -one in the <i>Southern Literary Messenger</i> for January, by William -Gilmore Simms, the other in the <i>Charleston Courier</i>, about the -middle of the month, addressed in French, by R. Thomassy, under date of -Nouvelle Orleans, 2 Janvier 1861, to “Les Enfants du Sud.” It is fiery -and eloquent of passion.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Enfants du Sud, l’outrage et la menace</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Aux nobles coeurs ne laissent plus de choix.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Le paix nous trompe: un serpent nous enlace</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Tranchons ses noeuds, et defendons nos droits!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Qu’attendrons—nous pour reprendre l’epee,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Qui triompha d’un vieux monde oppresseur?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Le nord aussi, violant la foi juree,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Seme a son tour discorde et deshonneur.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Aux armes donc pour la cause sacree;</div> - <div class="verse indent6">De nos ayeux vengeons les saintes lois;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Nous sommes Sparte, invincible, eprouvee;</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Que sa vertu preside a nos exploits!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Gilmore Simms’ poem is less a call to arms, and more a warm and -affectionate tribute to a beloved land, noteworthy because it proves -that even before the Confederacy was formed, the people of the South -were united in her love. The second stanza is better than the first.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">She is all fondness to her friends: to foes</div> - <div class="verse indent6">She glows a thing of passion, strength and pride;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">She feels no tremors when the danger’s nigh,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">But the fight over, and the victory won,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">How with strange fondness turns her loving eye</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</span> - <div class="verse indent6">In tearful welcome on each gallant son!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2"> - -<hr class="tb"></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">I glory that my lot with her is cast,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">And my soul flushes and exultant sings;</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Already there had begun the actual war verse, taking here the form -of the invitation to arms. That war, the “irrepressible conflict,” -was inevitable, was recognized by all sensible men. “Barhamville” in -January addressed one of the first of these, “The Call,” to the editor -of the <i>South Carolinian</i>. At this time, too, there appeared the -fervid “Spirit of ’60,” in the Columbus <i>Times</i>, forerunner of -a series in which were contrasted the spirit of the present and of -’76. To the South, both were wars for liberty, both struggles against -oppression, in both contests the South was a vital factor; and the -analogy was too good for a poetic eye to miss.</p> - -<p>The finest single poem produced in this preliminary stage of the -contest was that by Henry Timrod, “Ethnogenesis,” written during the -meeting of the first Southern Congress, at Montgomery, in the early -days of February. To the poet the Congress meant indeed the birth of a -great nation, a nation among nations, strong in its right, and secure -in national resource,</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent6">“marshalled by the Lord of Hosts</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And overshadowed by the mighty ghosts</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of Moultrie and of Eutaw.”</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>It is a noble utterance and its dignity and melody of expression -must have added greatly to the deep impression it created. In the -<i>Southern Literary Messenger</i> for the month there are Joseph -Brennan’s “Ballad for the Young South”—“Men of the South! our foes -are up, in fierce and grim array,”—and the defiant “The Southland -Fears No Foeman,” by J. W. M., in which is the richly suggestive line, -“Her eagles yet are free;” while “from the Georgia papers,” under date -of Atlanta, February first, there is the anonymous “Cotton States’ -Farewell to Yankee Doodle.” This latter is especially interesting -because it is one of the first of a “Farewell to Brother Jonathan” -group which enjoyed considerable vogue during the late winter and -which was answered in the North by Oliver Wendell Holmes, with the -lines “Brother Jonathan’s Lament for Sister Caroline,” under date of -March 25. Of the Confederate poems on this theme, “Farewell to Brother -Jonathan” by “Caroline,” which appeared about this time seems<span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</span> closely -connected with Holmes’ verses. The metre of the two poems is the same -and the thought antithetic, although it would be difficult to determine -which is the reply. The last two stanzas of “Farewell to Brother -Jonathan” are particularly good.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">O Brother! beware how you seek us again,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Lest you brand on your forehead the signet of Cain;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That blood and that crime on your conscience must sit;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We may fail, we may perish, but never submit!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">The pathway that leads to the Pharisee’s door</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We remember, indeed, but we tread it no more;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Preferring to turn, with the Publican’s faith,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To the path through the valley and shadow of death.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Three other poems, apparently of this month, should be mentioned in -passing, as exemplifying the note of personal interest of the Southern -poet in the issue of the struggle. Robert Joselyn’s “Gather! Gather!” -the anonymous war song, “Come, Brothers! You are called!” and Millie -Mayfield’s triumphant “We Come! We Come!” may not be poetry of the -first order: nevertheless these are verses written by people to whom -the threatened conflict is not a matter distant and aloof, but of -intimate and vital concern.</p> - -<p>March was a month of little action on both sides. In the North it -witnessed the inauguration of Lincoln; in the South the completer -organizing and unification of the Confederacy, and the beginning of -negotiations by the Confederacy by which they might secure possession -of Fort Sumter. If, however, the South was marking time, her poets were -not. They continued to urge her on to fulfillment of her “destiny.” -Indeed, this month saw written some of the very best and most resolute -of her war verse. There is the indignant “Coercion,” by John C. -Thompson—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Who talks of Coercion? Who dares to deny</div> - <div class="verse indent6">A resolute people the right to be free?”</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>There is the anonymous “Prosopopeia,” also in the <i>Southern Literary -Messenger</i>, which with Timrod’s “Cry to Arms,” written a little -later, is the best of the verse of this kind which the period produced. -Another widely known poem of the month was St. George Tucker’s “The -Southern Cross,” verses patterned after Key’s “Star Spangled Banner,” -and which had enormous vogue, and was even set to music, later on. This -in so far as can be determined<span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</span> is the first poetic use of the Southern -Cross as the symbol of the Confederacy, a figure that was later adopted -for the design of her flag, and which finally became, not only her -ensign, but as well a symbol of the righteousness of her faith and -cause. James Barron Hope’s “Oath of Freedom,”—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Born free, thus we resolve to live:</div> - <div class="verse indent6">By Heaven, we will be free.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By all the stars which burn on high,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By the green earth—the mighty sea—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By God’s unshaken majesty</div> - <div class="verse indent6">We will be free or die!—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="noindent">is of a kind with Thompson’s “Coercion,” and was widely copied -during this time. Another poem must be mentioned here, as presaging -the turmoil to follow, “Fort Sumter,” by “H.,” in the New Orleans -<i>Delta</i>, with the command of its refrain, “Carolina, <i>take</i> -the Fort.”</p> - -<p>The most eventful months of the year 1861 were April and July, for -April inaugurated “the irrepressible conflict,” and July saw the first -great battle of the war, and a complete Confederate victory. On the -first of April, President Lincoln announced his decision to refuse -surrender of Fort Sumter to the Confederates, and added that he would -undertake to provision the garrison imprisoned there immediately. At -once the South was aflame. On the morning of the twelfth of April, -Beauregard, commander of the Southern forces at Charleston, ordered -the shelling of the Fort, which continued through the thirteenth, and -ended with the evacuation of the Fort on the fourteenth. The war had -begun, and though the opening engagement had been without loss to -either side, and had ended in a Confederate victory, a far bloodier and -disastrous conflict was inevitable. To the rejoicing South, however, -there was only the glory of the first decision to consider, and the -poets in their rapture gave utterance to a sheaf of verse, innumerable -ballads about Sumter, affectionate odes to the nation so gloriously -born and baptized by victorious fire, two great national songs, and -frantic appeals to North Carolina, Virginia and Maryland, Tennessee and -Kentucky to join fortunes of the Confederacy.</p> - -<p>The first song published in the South after the war began, and -corresponding, in the North, to E. C. Stedman’s “The Twelfth of April” -was, fittingly enough, “God Save the South” by George<span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</span> H. Miles of -Frederick County, Maryland. Sung to music by C. W. A. Ellerbrock, it -was designed to be, and accepted as the national hymn. It did not -however, succeed in becoming a favorite. On the twenty-sixth of the -month, James Rider Randall, inflamed by the circumstances of the -“Baltimore Massacre” on April nineteenth, wrote his “My Maryland,” the -most famous Southern poem produced by the war, and one whose influence -was greater than a hundred battles. Circulated at first by broadsides -it swept through the South like wildfire, and if any force could have -drawn Maryland to the side of the Confederacy, it would have been that -exerted by this poem. Her Union Governor, however, aided by Federal -troops and tactful advice from Washington, succeeded in holding the -State to the Union, although many Marylanders were ardent Southern -sympathizers. Virginia, on the other hand, who, like Maryland, had been -hesitating over her decision, hesitated no longer, after the episode -of Sumter, implying as it did, Federal coercion. On the seventeenth -of April she seceded from the Union. Her “pausing” had long been -considered a shame and a reproach by Southern poets. Now, they burst -forth in delight. “Virginia, Late But Sure!” was the triumphant shout -of Dr. Holcombe, and Virginia’s answer was expressed in poems such as -“Virginia to the Rescue,” “Virginia’s Rallying Call,” or “Virginia’s -Message to the Southern States.”</p> - -<p>The poetry produced or published in May chiefly concerns the decision -of Virginia, and the assembling of the Southern armies, those “Ordered -Away” to the field. Virginia’s entrance into the Confederacy had burnt -all the bridges leading back—though remotely—to peace. At once the -South proceeded to rally her forces to the standard of her cause, -and gradually during May and June, flung out her battle line across -Virginia, West Virginia and Kentucky to the Mississippi. Down the -river it stretched through Forts Henry and Donelson to New Orleans. At -one time, in ’63, the Confederate line surged forward through Western -Virginia and Maryland so far into Pennsylvania that Harrisburg was -directly menaced. It was the four years’ uncertain task of the Union -forces to control this line, to break through it, turn it back and -in upon itself, and finally to starve its scattered remnants into -submission. As this was accomplished the first lyric outburst of the -War—Timrod’s “Cry to Arms,” for example—was gradually exchanged for -a slenderer volume of song. At first her poets<span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</span> encouraged the people -to faith and labor; then they sang of hope and courage, attempting to -relieve the despair of a nation whose cause was lost, and whose ruin -seemed irretrievable.</p> - -<p>In the spring of ’61, however, there was only exultation, while in the -North the cry of “On to Richmond” welled and grew fiercer during May, -June and the summer months. Especially did it grow imperative after -July twentieth, when the Confederate Capital was transferred there from -Montgomery. On the next day, July twenty-first, came the great opening -battle of the war, when the Union army under General Scott, joined -with Beauregard’s men at Manassas Junction. The result was a complete -Confederate victory, and there was unrestricted panic and flight among -the Federal troops (the source of much satiric comment among the -Southern poets) when Joseph E. Johnston’s army, which had not been -expected to arrive until too late to be of assistance to Beauregard, -appeared at the crucial moment.</p> - -<p>It was only natural that the wave of triumphant exultation which had -thrilled the South after the fall of Sumter should again sweep the -land. Her poets responded with a sheaf of poems, in which they wrote -of the contest from every angle,—odes of thanksgiving for victory, -narratives of the course of the flight, eulogies of Beauregard and -Johnston, satires on the behavior of the Union forces, camp catches -half satiric and half comic, poems of particular incidents of the -fight, finally words of regret and sorrow for the slain, and the manner -of their slaying. This last theme is particularly interesting, for the -feeling of horror at the situation “where brother fought with brother” -was ever-present with the Southerners throughout the four years of -the War. The very best of the poems occasioned by Manassas were those -of Mrs. Warfield, “Manassas,” Susan Archer Talley’s “Battle Eve,” -Ticknor’s “Our Left,” and the lines by “Ruth,” entitled “The Battle of -Bull Run,” dated Louisville, Kentucky, July twenty-fourth, and written -in curious and effective stanzas of irregular “unrhymed rhythms.” Mrs. -Warfield’s poem was stirring and vigorous, bold in metaphor and in -expression.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">They have met at last, as storm clouds</div> - <div class="verse indent10">Meet in Heaven,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the Northmen, back and bleeding</div> - <div class="verse indent10">Have been driven:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And their thunders have been stilled,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">And their leaders crushed or killed,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And their ranks, with terror thrilled</div> - <div class="verse indent10">Rent and riven!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Like the leaves of Vallumbroso</div> - <div class="verse indent10">They are lying;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In the moonlight, in the midnight</div> - <div class="verse indent10">Dead and dying:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Like those leaves before the gale</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Swept their legions wild and pale,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While the host that made them quail</div> - <div class="verse indent10">Stood, defying.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2"> - -<hr class="tb"></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">But peace to those who perished</div> - <div class="verse indent10">In our passes!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Light be the earth above them!</div> - <div class="verse indent10">Green the grasses!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Long shall Northmen rue the day,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When they met our stern array,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And shrunk from battle’s wild affray</div> - <div class="verse indent10">At Manassas.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Miss Talley’s “Battle Eve,” with its beautiful picture of twilight -calm before the darker night of storm and death, is affecting in its -simple direct appeal, and sincerity of regret for the carnage of -conflict—and was called forth by the seriousness of the impending -meeting at Manassas. Francis Orray Ticknor’s “Our Left”—suggested -by the indomitable courage and perseverance of the Confederate left -wing before McDowell’s men, until reinforced by the timely arrival -of Johnston’s army, who brought victory with them, is a spirited, -almost exalted account of the actual battle, and was immensely -popular at the time. There are many versions of it still extant, in -broadsides and anthologies,—for the most part anonymous, since the -poem evidently was not at first acknowledged by Ticknor. This has led -to a curious connection of names. In one of the broadsides versions -in the collection of the Ridgway Library, in Philadelphia, the poem -is dated Baltimore, Maryland, October 20, 1861, and is signed by “Old -Secesh.” This signature is also given to “The Despot’s Song,” a popular -Lincoln satire of a later period of the War, which again is assigned to -Baltimore, and from circumstantial evidence seems to be the work of Dr. -N. G. Ridgely, a Baltimorean who was a popular satirist of the day, and -who signed his work variously “N. G. R.,” “Le Diable Baiteux,” “O. H. -S.,” “Cola,” and “B.”<span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</span> This last signature is further associated with -the name of James Ryder Randall, for in the Baltimore City Librarian’s -Office, in Ledger 1411, there is a broadside version of “Maryland, My -Maryland,” published in Baltimore, as were these other broadsides, and -signed “B,” Point Coupee (La.), April 26, 1861. It would, of course, -be impossible, so many years later, to puzzle out the interrelation of -the poems and signatures, and indeed their value would hardly warrant -the labor. It is, nevertheless, an interesting example of the chaos -which at times arose from the necessarily surreptitious publication and -circulation of the Confederate verse.</p> - -<p>Manassas was the last great event of the year. There were several minor -engagements between the two armies, notably the fight at Ball’s Bluff, -on the twenty-first of October; and there was the “Trent Affair,” -with the capture of the Confederate emissaries to England, Mason and -Slidell, on November eighth. Nevertheless, the Southern poets did not -lack inspiring material, the continued “aloofness” of Maryland and -Kentucky being among their most vital themes. They were, of course, -never idle with their lyrics of loyalty and continued to sound the war -note or to sing of the South, with indomitable zeal. They had even by -this time, become so accustomed to the state of war, that they could -begin to work seriously with satire. The best in this genre written -in ’61 are John R. Thompson’s “On to Richmond,” satirizing Winfield -Scott’s first campaign, and “England’s Neutrality” (England had passed -a proclamation of neutrality towards the two belligerents early in May, -on the thirteenth): “O Johnny Bull, My Jo John,” an anonymous ballad -occasioned by the presence of English frigates off the coast in ’61, -and the unfortunately anonymous, but delightfully humorous “King Scare” -(prompted by the terror in the North regarding the Confederate power in -the field).</p> - -<p>The close of the year was marked by a poem in the <i>Southern Field -and Fireside</i>—a “Requiem for 1861,” by H. C. B. It is not of any -particular excellence or poetic merit, but it is worthy of note for its -expression of sincere sorrow for the conflict that was severing a land -of brothers; and for a sense of the horror that war had brought to the -South.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Year of terror, year of strife,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Year with evil passions rife</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">Pass, with seething angry flood,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Pass, with garments dipped in blood,—</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Born ’mid hopes, but raised in fears,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With thy dewdrops changed to tears,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With thy springtime turned to blight,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And with darkness quenching light.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2"> - -<hr class="tb"></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">War’s fierce tread upon our land</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Severing once a kindred band,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Child and father ranged for strife,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Brother seeking brother’s life!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2"> - -<hr class="tb"></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Thou who doth unsheathe the sword</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By the power of Thy Word,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And can by Thy mighty will</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To the waves say “peace, be still”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Gather up this storm once more,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where “Thy judgments are in store,”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Send Thy holy dove of Peace,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And our fettered land release!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>The same longing for peace is shown in the verses “Christmas Day, A. -D. 1861,” by M. J. H. But it must be a peace with victory. That was -the earliest conception. By the lives of her sons who had died for her -in the year just passed, the South was resolved on whatever sacrifice -it might cost her to prevail, despite the fact that she was already -weary of the struggle. No better expression of her unchecked purpose -may be found than in Mrs. War field’s lines, written in the spring -months before Manassas, “The Southern Chant of Defiance.” With Timrod’s -“Ethnogenesis,” and Randall’s “Maryland,” it stands the finest poetry -which the year produced in the Confederacy.</p> - -<p>1862 began with the Confederacy prevailing. Nevertheless, the first -six months of the year seemed to bring to the South nothing but gloom. -In February of ’62, came news of the capture of Fort Henry on the -Tennessee River, February sixth, and on February eighth, of the fall -of Fort Donelson, on the Cumberland. There was much more importance in -these two defeats than at first appeared to the poets; for these forts -were the two most valuable gateways to the Southwestern Confederacy, -and their fall meant not only the first break in the Confederate line, -but as well, direct menace of Southern control of the Mississippi,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</span> and -New Orleans. It foreshadowed the later evacuation of Nashville, before -Grant.</p> - -<p>In January, the month before, the chief theme of the Southern poets -had been the meditated burning of the cotton crop, by the Southern -planters, and this cry of “Burn the Cotton!” had brought forth at -least one finely phrased poem. In February, the themes concerned the -siege and evacuation of Donelson, and there began the days of wretched -anxiety that were to possess the Confederacy until the end of July, -when the land was to know that the Virginia part of her line still -held, and Richmond was safe. In March McClellan assumed chief control -of the Union forces, and began his Peninsula campaign, in response to -Lincoln’s reiterated cry, “On to Richmond.” On the eighth of the month, -the Confederate ram “Merrimac” out from Norfolk, succeeded in breaking -the Federal blockade of Hampton Roads, much to the consternation of the -North. The next day, however, in her encounter with the “cheesebox” -Monitor, “the turtle” Merrimac was too badly hurt to be of further -or immediate use, and the elation of the day before gave way to -depression, which was in no way relieved by the events of the next few -months. April saw the practical occupation of the Mississippi, with the -fall of Corinth, the evacuation of Fort Pillow, and on the lower river, -Farragut and Porter’s occupation of New Orleans. Of the Mississippi -line, there remained to the Confederates only Vicksburg and Port -Hudson. For the South everything depended on the defeat of McClellan’s -“On to Richmond” march, since on the sixth of the month, Albert Sidney -Johnston, attempting to retrieve the disaster to the middle line in -Tennessee, had engaged Grant at Shiloh and Pittsburgh Landing, with -tremendous carnage. The battle had proved an incomplete Confederate -defeat, but what was worse for the South, had occasioned Johnston’s -death.</p> - -<p>To all of the many events of these opening months, the Southern poets -made continuous response. National songs inspiring faith and courage, -as for example, Hewitt’s “Lines Written During These Gloomy Times, To -Him Who Despairs,” spoken at the Richmond “Varieties” by Mr. Ogden, -Wednesday night, May 7, 1862,—occasional verses suggested by various -incidents and episodes of the war’s progress, camp catches and marching -ballads praising individual troops and regiments, the poets poured -forth in unstinting measure. However, the death of Albert Sidney<span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</span> -Johnston, at Shiloh, made a deeper impression on the poets than any -event of these spring months. The affection and pure love which the -Southerners lavished on their leaders is one of the several remarkable -phenomena of the war. In no other war, and in no other country do the -leaders appear to have been so beloved, so idolized. To us today, the -expression of sentiment seems extravagant and excessive. One attribute -it has, however, and one that is not to be denied. The praise of the -South for her great men is always passionately sincere. During the war, -the Southerners were, as never before, a band of brothers. There was, -therefore, in their relations with their great men, a personal contact -and appeal which in the North was not so keenly felt. Albert Sidney -Johnston, who with Beauregard, had been one of the heroes of Manassas, -was the first of Confederate heroes to fall. The South mourned him, as -she did all of her sons who fell in her defence, truly and warmly.</p> - -<p>When “Stonewall” Jackson died, after Chancellorsville, almost a year -later, the outburst of the poets with dirges and elegies was quite -typical. S. A. Link quotes T. C. de Leon, the editor of <i>South -Songs</i> (1866), as saying:<a id="FNanchor_13" href="#Footnote_13" class="fnanchor">13</a> “I had in my collection no fewer than -forty-seven monodies and dirges on Stonewall Jackson, some dozen on -Ashby, and a score on Stuart.” Even today there are extant a round -dozen of poems lamenting the death of Albert Sidney Johnston.</p> - -<p>With all the sorrow that came to the South in these first months of -depression, it is pleasant to see that she had not lost the saving -humor and satiric sense that was so to strengthen her in the evil -days which followed. On April sixteenth, for example, the Confederate -Congress, alarmed by the condition of the Southern army, passed a -measure for conscription. This was commented upon in the <i>Southern -Literary Messenger</i> for the month, with a delightful epigram:</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Let us hail in this crisis the prosperous omen</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That our senate shows virtue higher than Roman;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">It has spurned all titles of honor, for rather</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Than claim that each member be called “Conscript Father,”</div> - <div class="verse indent2">All self-aggrandizement they lay on the shelves,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And declare all men conscripts, excepting themselves!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</span></p> -<p>During May and June of ’62 Jackson and Lee endeavored to arrest -McClellan’s progress by their counter campaign in the Shenandoah. For -the South it was a most successful move. Not only were the Southern -arms carried to victory, but, through the unfortunate wounding of -Joseph E. Johnston at Seven Pines, Lee, whose fame had grown in the -Shenandoah, was placed in supreme command of the army of Northern -Virginia. The turning point of the Southern fortunes had arrived. The -battle of the Chickahominy, Malvern Hill, and the Seven Day’s fighting -before Richmond, resulted in the defeat of McClellan’s campaign, and -Richmond, for the next two years, was saved.</p> - -<p>The army of the Confederacy, through the hardships and reverses of the -first year of fighting, had become a seasoned and experienced (though, -thanks to the blockade, a sadly ill-equipped) machine. Its three great -leaders were Lee and Jackson and Beauregard. The Southerners at home -were beginning to be accustomed to the privations of war. They were -all as confident as ever of the righteousness of their war. Thus with -a united Confederacy behind him and after another victory at “Second -Manassas,” in ’62, Lee began his ill-starred Maryland campaign, as -a counter-stroke against the Army of the Potomac. Lee’s part of the -Confederate line, the Army of Northern Virginia, was the only part of -the original battle wall still intact. Butler and his forces were in -possession of New Orleans, the fall of Vicksburg, already in siege, was -but a matter of time, and in the West, uncertainty still prevailed. -John R. Thompson’s spirited “A Word to the West,” was written when -Joseph E. Johnston was dispatched to relieve Vicksburg. It was at the -same time an answer to A. J. Requier’s impassioned plea, “Clouds in the -West.”</p> - -<p>Those were anxious days, indeed. September saw the desperate conflict -at Sharpsburg, the bloodiest single day’s battle of the war, which, -although it was not a conclusive defeat, left the Confederate forces -wretchedly crippled, and brought deepest anguish to the South. -The gloom, however, was relieved in December by Lee’s victory at -Fredericksburg. So the second year of war closed on a people and a -nation, whose hearts were sick of the conflict. A second Christmas came -to the Confederacy to find only the grim realities of life instead of -the plumes and pomp of circumstance with which the war had begun. Mrs. -Preston drew the picture for her countrywomen, in <i>Beechenbrook</i>:</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</span></p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">How saddening the change is! The season’s the same,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And yet it is Christmas in nothing but name:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">No merry expression we utter today—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">How can we, with hearts that refuse to be gay?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We look back a twelfthmonth on many a brow</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That graced the home hearthstone—and where are they now?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We think of the darling ones clustering there,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But we see, through our tears, an untenanted chair.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>None the less, the South was still firm in her resolve to battle to -the end. No sacrifice could be demanded so great that it would not be -willingly offered on the altar of Liberty—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Thank God! there is joy in the sorrow for all—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He fell—but it surely was blessed to fall;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For never shall murmur be heard from the mouth</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of mother or wife, through our beautiful South,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Or sister or maiden yield grudging her part,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Tho’ the price that she pays, must be coined from her heart.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>1863 proved another “Year of terror, year of strife.” In the far South, -Butler, in possession of New Orleans, had begun his reign of terror -that was the savage inspiration of several poems. From Hayne, in -particular, it wrung one of the most powerful lyrics of the war.<a id="FNanchor_14" href="#Footnote_14" class="fnanchor">14</a> Up -the river, the siege of Vicksburg still continued. How spring came to -the land was most poignantly expressed by Henry Timrod, in “Spring.”</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Spring, with that nameless pathos in the air</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Which dwells in all things fair,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Spring, with her golden suns and silver rain</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Is with us once again.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2"> - -<hr class="tb"></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Ah! who would couple thoughts of war and crime</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With such a blessed time.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who in the west-wind’s aromatic breath</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Could hear the call of Death!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2"> - -<hr class="tb"></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh! standing on this desecrated mould,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Methinks that I behold,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Lifting her bloody daisies up to God,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Spring kneeling on the sod,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2"> - -<hr class="tb"></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">And calling with the voice of her rills</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Upon the ancient Hills,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To fall and crush the tyrants and the slaves</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who turn her meads to graves.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Spring brought with it another bloody engagement and Confederate -victory, the Battle of Chancellorsville, fought in the first four days -of May. In that, however, it caused the death of Stonewall Jackson it -was, next to the actual surrender of the Southern army, the worst blow -the Confederacy could have sustained. His death, some one once said, -was like the death of an army. Certainly it took from Lee, already -overburdened, his good right hand.</p> - -<p>The outburst of mourning that followed on Jackson’s death, has already -been noted. The South and her poets loved him, not only as a leader, -but personally, as a great and good man. He represented, moreover, that -element of faith and religious fervor which was one of the essential -factors of the Southern character, and without which the faith that -sustained the Confederacy through four years of war, and the days of -ruin that followed, is inexplicable.</p> - -<p>“Let me say,” wrote Dr. Gildersleeve,<a id="FNanchor_15" href="#Footnote_15" class="fnanchor">15</a> “that the bearing of the -Confederates is not to be understood without taking into account -the deep religious feeling of the army and its great leaders. It is -a historical element, like any other, and is not to be passed over -in summing up the forces of the conflict.” Many are the poems, the -“Prayers for the South,” and the individual supplications which still -remain to attest the fact. For example, there is the “Battle Hymn of -the Virginia Soldier,” an anonymous lyric of striking beauty. There is -the simpler, yet equally sincere and devout “Soldier’s Battle Prayer” -from the <i>Southern Literary Messenger</i> for April, ’62. “A Mother’s -Prayer,” is another very touching poem, in the same theme: and there -could be no more impressive evidence of the true religious strain in -Southern hearts, than the verses, terrible in their satire, and burning -in their indignant phrases, “The War Christians’ Thanksgiving,” by -S. Teackle Wallis of Maryland, occasioned by the Union proclamation -for a day of prayer in the North, and “Respectfully Dedicated to the -War-Clergy of the United States, Bishops, Priests and <span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</span>Deacons.” -Written as it was by a prisoner then in the dungeon of Fort Warren, it -is one of the most powerful human documents of the War. At the same -time, the South held her own days of national prayer and fasting: and -the verses which her poets wrote on these occasions, were quite in -character with the national temper.</p> - -<p>In the dark days of the next two years, the South was to find need -for all her faith and confidence in the right. As if Jackson’s death -was not sufficient evil, July first to third brought Lee’s defeat at -Gettysburg, and on the day after this battle, the fall of Vicksburg, on -the Mississippi. This meant the complete breaking of the Confederate -line in the Southwest, and the return of the Army of Northern Virginia -to its original position in Virginia. To complete the rout of the -Confederate line, the Union forces now began to beat through the -Southern defense in Tennessee and Kentucky, while Lee, back once more -in Virginia, maneuvered to and fro against Meade. In the Southern -campaign, the Confederates were steadily forced out of Tennessee, and -Chattanooga, the objective of the Union troops. This, (which was with -Richmond, the last important strategic point left to the Confederacy) -was wrested from Bragg, and occupied by Rosecrans on the ninth. The -latter thought that the fall of the city would be sufficient warning -to the Southerner, and that he and his forces would at once withdraw. -Far from doing that, however, Bragg engaged him, ten days later, -at Chickamauga. It was a two days’ battle, on the nineteenth and -twentieth, and was, next to Sharpsburg, the bloodiest engagement of the -War. Though a Confederate victory, it was dearly bought. Yet even after -all her suffering, the South willingly paid the price. Verses in the -Richmond <i>Sentinel</i> called the river “Chickamauga, The Stream of -Death,” where the foe—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Learned, though long unchecked they spoil us,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Dealing desolation round,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Marking, with the tracks of ruin</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Many a rood of Southern ground;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Yet, whatever course they follow,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Somewhere in their pathway flows</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Dark and deep, a Chickamauga,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Stream of death to vandal foes.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">They have found it darkly flowing</div> - <div class="verse indent6">By Manassas’ famous plain,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And by rushing Shenandoah</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Met the tide of woe again;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Chickahominy, immortal,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">By the long ensanguined fight,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Rappahannock, glorious river,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Twice renowned for matchless fight.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Heed the story, dastard spoilers,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Mark the tale these waters tell,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Ponder well your fearful lesson,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">And the doom that there befell;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Learn to shun the Southern vengeance,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Sworn upon the votive sword,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Every stream a Chickamauga</div> - <div class="verse indent6">To the vile invading horde!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>None the less, in the battles that followed, the Union forces -prevailed. In the three days’ fighting before Chattanooga, culminating -in the Battle of Missionary Ridge, on November twenty-fifth, the -Confederates were set in full flight. J. Augustine Signaigo described -this fight in “The Heights of Mission Ridge.” The final catastrophe had -begun.</p> - -<p>It had been threatening for a long time. By the end of ’63, nearly -every Southern home had suffered some loss or sorrow. “Our Christmas -Hymn” by Dr. John Dickson Bruns of Charleston, put the grief of the -land into words.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Wild bells! that shake the midnight air</div> - <div class="verse indent6">With those dear tones that custom loves,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You wake no sounds of laughter here</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Nor mirth in all our silent groves;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On one broad waste, by hill or flood,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Of ravaged lands your music falls,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And where the happy homestead stood</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The stars look down on roofless halls.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Timrod’s “Christmas, 1863,” shows a South that is sobered, and weary of -battle: who with no idea of yielding, nevertheless, yearns for peace.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent6">How grace this hallowed day?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Shall happy bells, from yonder ancient spire,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Send their glad greetings to each Christmas fire</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Round which the children play?</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</span></p> </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2"> - -<hr class="tb"></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent6">How could we bear the mirth,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While some loved reveller of a year ago</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Keeps his mute Christmas now beneath the snow,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">In cold Virginian earth?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2"> - -<hr class="tb"></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent6">How shall we grace the day?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh! let the thought that on this holy morn</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The Prince of Peace—the Prince of Peace was born,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Employ us, while we pray!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2"> - -<hr class="tb"></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent6">He who till time shall cease,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Shall watch that earth, where once, not all in vain</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He died to give us peace, will not disdain</div> - <div class="verse indent6">A prayer whose theme is—peace.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent6">Perhaps, ’ere yet the spring</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Hath died into the summer, over all</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The land, the peace of His vast love shall fall</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Like some protecting wing.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2"> - -<hr class="tb"></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent6">Peace on the whirring marts,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Peace where the scholar thinks, the hunter roams,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Peace, God of Peace! peace, peace in all our homes,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">And peace in all our hearts!</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>1864 was a year to be endured in stricken anguish. After a comparative -lull during the first months of the war, on the fourth of May three -Union armies moved forward, two destined for Richmond to shatter what -part of the original Confederate line there was left, and one for -Atlanta against Johnston and Hood, setting out to employ the troops -still in the far South, and keep them from the relief of Lee and -Richmond. This latter campaign was to end in the fall of Atlanta, and -“Sherman’s March to the Sea,” and caused the invention of a new word.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Gaunt and grim like a spectre rose that word before the world,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From a land of bloom and beauty into ruin rudely hurled,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From a people scourged by exile, from a city ostracised</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Pallas-like it sprang to being, and that word is—Shermanized.<a id="FNanchor_16" href="#Footnote_16" class="fnanchor">16</a></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Atlanta fell, despite Hood’s frantic efforts, on September third, ’64. -Hood’s rashness in engaging in a counter attack against Nashville, -cost him several severe defeats, and finally his army. Tennessee was -thus brought entirely under Union control, and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</span> late in December, on -the twenty-fourth, Sherman occupied Savannah. Two poems, by the same -author, Alethea S. Burroughs of Georgia, commemorate this incident most -poignantly, “Savannah,” written in encouragement when her ruin seemed -impending, and “Savannah Fallen,” written after the occupation of the -town.</p> - -<p>On the way to Savannah, Sherman’s route had lain through Columbia, -which had been pillaged and burned, a circumstance that was the -savage inspiration of James Barron Hope’s flaming verses, “A Poem -that Needs No Dedication.” The sack of Columbia caused the evacuation -of Charleston by the Confederate forces, then directly menaced, and -before the oncoming destroyer the city was deserted. The pitiful fate -of the city which had witnessed the birth and earliest days of the -Confederacy, could not fail to stir the anguish of the Southern poets. -“The Foe at the Gates,” by Dr. Bruns, for example, reveals the still -prevailing temper of the South.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Ring round her! children of her glorious skies,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Whom she hath nursed to stature proud and great;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Catch one last glance from her imploring eyes,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Then close your ranks and face the threatening fate.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">To save her proud soul from that loathed thrall</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Which yet her spirit cannot brook to name;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Or, if her fate be near, and she must fall,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Spare her—she sues—the agony and shame.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">From all her fanes let solemn bells be tolled,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Heap with kind hands her costly funeral pyre,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And thus, with paean sung and anthem rolled,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Give her, unspotted, to the God of Fire.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Gather around her sacred ashes, then,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Sprinkle the cherished dust with crimson rain</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Die! as becomes a race of freeborn men,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Who will not crouch to wear the bondsmen’s chain.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>To the poets of the South, the fate of this city was particularly -significant, for if any place may be said to have been the literary -centre of the Confederacy, it was Charleston. There, for example, -lived Simms and Timrod and Hayne, the leaders of her lyrists, who, -in the general destruction of the city, suffered the loss of their -homes and libraries. Had Charleston been spared to them and to others, -the literary history of the South in the days<span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</span> after the war might -have been a different tale. As it was, the disaster to each of these -particular men proved irretrievable.</p> - -<p>Lee, during the summer months, though stoutly resisting, and adroitly -circumventing the enemy at nearly every turn, was nevertheless being -forced back against Richmond. The Battles of the Wilderness, May fifth -and sixth, the Spottsylvania fighting, on the eighth to the twentieth, -and Cold Harbor, on June third, resulted in advantage first to one -side and to the other. Then the conflict swung below Richmond to -Petersburg, and for the next month, the Union forces were halted before -that strongly fortified town. The “Battle of the Crater” was fought -on July thirtieth, over ground destroyed by Federal mines, but it was -unsuccessful for the Unionists, and their losses were so terrific that -for the next winter, at least, Richmond was safe.</p> - -<p>The Petersburg siege is noteworthy since during it were written some of -the most attractive lyrics of the war, like “Dreaming in the Trenches,” -by Gordon McCabe, and “A Bloody Day is Dawning,” by William Munford. -It is remarkable that such freshness of phrase could be given to men -wearied by three years of disappointing struggle. One may imagine that -this is but another indication of the vitality and spirit that was an -integral part of the Southern character.</p> - -<p>By the end of ’64, the Confederate battle wall had been crumpled and -was beaten in, everywhere except in Virginia, before Richmond. Peace -for a stricken land was the immediate concern alike of poets and -people. Beyond that they did not trust themselves to think: but peace -was the universal prayer.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Peace! Peace! God of our fathers, grant us Peace!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Peace in our hearts, and at Thine altars; Peace</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On the red waters and their blighted shores;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Peace for the leaguered cities, and the hosts</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That watch and bleed, around them and within;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Peace for the homeless and the fatherless;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Peace for the captive on his weary way,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the mad crowds who jeer his helplessness.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For them that suffer, them that do the wrong—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sinning and sinned against—O, God! for all—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For a distracted, torn and bleeding land—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Speed the glad tidings! Give us, give us Peace.<a id="FNanchor_17" href="#Footnote_17" class="fnanchor">17</a></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</span></p> -<p>The end came quickly. After a winter of preparation, determined among -the Union forces, despairing among Lee’s men, the attack on Petersburg -was resumed and carried on April second, of ’65. The next day, Richmond -fell. Lee found escape impossible, and on the twelfth the little white -farmhouse at Appomattox Court House, in the meeting of Lee and Grant, -witnessed at once the death of a young nation and the rebirth of an -older one.</p> - -<p>Lyric as had always been the poetic genius of the South, it was but -natural that her anguished cry of despair and defeat should be put into -the mouths of her poets. For the most part, the poems on this theme are -of beautiful quality, and those still extant form the largest single -class in the war poetry of the four years.<a id="FNanchor_18" href="#Footnote_18" class="fnanchor">18</a> Correspondingly, they -constitute a glass wherein one may see how defeat came to the South, -and how she met the challenge of the issue. There were, of course, some -spirits which cried out beneath the unendurable prick that death itself -had been preferable to defeat. There is not emotion more appalling -than despair for which one sees no relieving element of comfort. Such -poems as “Stack Arms,” by Joseph Blythe Alston, “Doffing the Gray,” -by Lieutenant Falligant, “The Price of Peace” by “Luola” or “Peace” -by Alethea Burroughs of Savannah are terrible expressions of this -attitude. At the same time, there were those who like Mrs. Preston, in -“Acceptation,” met the issue more bravely and gently:</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">We do accept thee, heavenly Peace!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Albeit thou comest in a guise</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Unlooked for—undesired, our eyes</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Welcome, thro’ tears, the kind release</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From war and woe and want—surcease</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For which we bless thee, holy Peace!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">We lift our foreheads from the dust;</div> - <div class="verse indent6">And as we meet thy brow’s clear calm,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">There falls a freshening sense of balm</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Upon our spirits. Fear—distrust—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The hopeless present on us thrust—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We’ll front them as we can, and must.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2"> - -<hr class="tb"></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Then courage, brothers! Tho’ our breast</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Ache with that rankling thorn, despair,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">That failure plants so sharply there—</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</span></p> - <div class="verse indent2">No pang, no pain shall be confessed;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We’ll work and watch the brightening west,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And leave to God and Heaven, the rest.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>There were others who accepted the inevitable gracefully, but defiantly.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Weep, if thou wilt, with proud sad mien,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Thy blasted hopes—thy peace undone;</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Yet brave, live on—nor seek to shun</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Thy fate, like Egypt’s conquered queen.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">Though forced a captive’s place to fill,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">In the triumphal train—yet there,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Superbly, like Zenobia, wear</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Thy chains—<i>Virginia victrix</i> still.<a id="FNanchor_19" href="#Footnote_19" class="fnanchor">19</a></div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>There were yet others to whom the fall of the Confederacy was typified -in the furling of its banner. Poems like “The Conquered Banner,” -by Father Ryan, and J. C. M.’s “Cruci Dum Spiro, Fido,” and A. J. -Requier’s “Ashes of Glory” are typical expressions of such spirits. -Then there were those who, like D. B. Lucas, “In the Land Where We Were -Dreaming,” began to regard the struggle as the passing of a spirit -world with which had passed all chivalry and beauty.</p> - -<p>There are many of these verses portraying the end, each slightly -differing in spirit from the one before, each repaying careful study -with the beauty of its melody, and as a class, forming the noblest -group of the war poems, whose only companions may be the earliest of -the “Cry to Arms” series. Yet these poems of defeat are infinitely the -more appealing in that the fire and dash of the earlier verses has here -given way to the dignity of sorrow. “For the people’s hopes are dead.”</p> - -<p>Hundreds of poems written during the four years of conflict reflect -either individual reactions to war conditions, or incidents of battle. -Besides these there are the prison verses, humorous pieces, and -the southern songs, which in no way concern the historical passage -of the War. There are poems of personal feeling, for example, like -the exquisite and tender “The Confederate Soldier’s Wife Parting -From Her Husband” or Major<span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</span> S. Y. Levy’s “Love Letter,” or Fanny -Downing’s “Dreaming.” There are poems that picture the life of the -civilian population, like “The Homespun Dress” by Miss Sinclair, or -the anonymous “Your Mission” which is of more than passing interest -since in the South it was attributed equally to John R. Thompson, -Mrs. Preston, Paul H. Hayne, and Mrs. Browning.<a id="FNanchor_20" href="#Footnote_20" class="fnanchor">20</a> There are poems -reflecting the ravages of the war on the families of the soldiers, -like “Heart Victories,” “Somebody’s Darling,” “Reading the List,” -“Volunteered,” and “The Unreturning.” One could continue the catalogue -indefinitely.</p> - -<p>The prison verse, while not extensive, is for the most part, of -good quality. There are five men whose work may be considered as -representative, S. Teackle Wallis, who was imprisoned at Fort Warren, -and four at Johnson’s Island. Wallis’s “To The Exchanged Prisoners” -was written in Fort Warren in July ’62, and is one of the first of the -prison poems which we can identify as such. The others, Major A. S. -Hawkins, Colonel Beuhring H. Jones, Colonel W. W. Fontaine, and Major -George McKnight, (“Asa Hartz,”) wrote two years later, in ’64 and -’65. Hawkins was the author of many poems, all of them popular, “The -Hero Without a Name,” “To Infidelia,” “True to the Last,” “Give Up,” -“A Prisoner’s Fancy.” About the best known of Beuhring Jones’ verses -were “To a Dear Comforter,” and the rather humorous “Rat den Linden.” -Fontaine was the author of many poems, notably “The Countersign,” -“Virginia Desolate,” and “The Cliff Beside the Sea.” It remained -for “Asa Hartz” to while away his prison hours in writing lines so -delightfully humorous, so free and swift moving, that it is difficult -to believe they could have been written within prison walls. “Living or -Dying,” “Will No One Write to Me?” “To Exchange-Commissioner Ould,” and -“My Love and I” are among the best of his lighter verses: “Exchanged,” -and “Farewell to Johnson’s Island” are of more sober temper. “My Love -and I” is the best example of his work:</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">My love reposes on a rosewood frame—</div> - <div class="verse indent12">A bunk have I;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A couch of feathery down fills up the same—</div> - <div class="verse indent12">Mine’s straw, but dry;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">She sinks to sleep at night with scarce a sigh—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With waking eyes I watch the hours creep by.</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</span></p> </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">My love her daily dinner takes in state—</div> - <div class="verse indent12">And so do I (?);</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The richest viands flank her silver plate—</div> - <div class="verse indent12">Course grub have I.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Pure wines she sips at ease, her thirst to slake—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I pump my drink from Erie’s limpid lake!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">My love has all the world at will to roam—</div> - <div class="verse indent12">Three acres I;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">She goes abroad, or quiet sits at home—</div> - <div class="verse indent12">So cannot I;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bright angels watch around her couch at night—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A Yank, with loaded gun, keeps me in sight.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">A thousand weary miles do stretch between</div> - <div class="verse indent12">My love and I;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To her, this wintry night, cool, calm, serene,</div> - <div class="verse indent12">I waft a sigh;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And hope with all my earnestness of soul,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Tomorrow’s mail may bring me my parole!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">There’s hope ahead! We’ll one day meet again—</div> - <div class="verse indent12">My love and I;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We’ll wipe away all tears of sorrow then,</div> - <div class="verse indent12">Her lovelit eye</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Will all my many troubles then beguile,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And keep this wayward reb. from Johnston’s Isle.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>The poetry dealing with incidents of the war is varied, and touches -many subjects. There were such verses for example, as “The Silent -March,” by Walker Meriweather Bell, written on an occasion during the -war when General Lee was lying asleep by the wayside and an army of -fifteen thousand men “passed by with hushed voices and footsteps, lest -they should disturb his slumbers;” “Stonewall Jackson’s Way,” written -on the theme of the great general’s ability “always to be where needed -and in the thick of things;” “The Lone Sentry,” based on an incident, -common to all wars, of the great general relieving a weary sentry; -“The Battle Rainbow” by John R. Thompson, inspired by the rainbow -that appeared the evening before the beginning of the Seven Days of -Battle before Richmond. “The rainbow overspread the eastern sky, and -exactly defined the position of the Confederate army, as seen from the -Capitol at Richmond.” There were poems like “Music in Camp” also by -John R. Thompson, suggested by an<span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</span> incident that occurred just after -Chancellorsville: and “The Unknown Hero,” by W. Gordon McCabe, based on -the discovery, “after the Battle of Malvern Hill, of a [Confederate] -soldier lying dead fifty yards in advance of any man or officer, his -musket firmly grasped in the rigid fingers, name unknown, simply ‘2 La’ -on his cap.”</p> - -<p>Another interesting group of poems, closely connected with the war, -although not with the actual progress of events, is found in the -national and the army songs which were sung in camp and field and by -the fire-side. It was natural that “Dixie” should be the most popular -of airs, and while it admitted of endless variations and sentiments, -the words that were generally sung to it were those by Albert Pike. -The Marseillaise was another widely popular air, to which were sung -any number of poems. One of these “The Southern Marseillaise” by A. -E. Blackmar, written early in 1861, was sung by the troops as they -marched to their assembling points, and may very properly be called the -Rallying Song of the South.</p> - -<p>“The Bonnie Blue Flag,” by Harry Macarthy was the favorite of the -popular national songs. It was first sung by him on the stage of the -Academy of Music in New Orleans, in September, 1861, and caused such -excitement that the event precipitated a riot. When General Butler -was in command of the city, two years later, he threatened to impose -a fine of twenty-five dollars on any man, woman or child who sang -it. In addition he arrested the publisher, A. E. Blackmar, destroyed -the sheet music, and fined him five hundred dollars. After the tune -became established as a favorite, Mrs. Annie Chambers Ketchum of -Kentucky wrote other words to the air, which were frequently used.<a id="FNanchor_21" href="#Footnote_21" class="fnanchor">21</a> -In addition to the national songs, the various states used particular -anthems. Maryland had Randall’s song, “Maryland, My Maryland.” For -South Carolina there were Timrod’s noble lines in the same strain, -“Carolina.” “Georgia, My Georgia” was written by Carrie Bell Sinclair, -and the “Song of the Texas Rangers” by Mrs. J. D. Young. These are but -a few among a longer list.</p> - -<p>It has been said<a id="FNanchor_22" href="#Footnote_22" class="fnanchor">22</a> that while the Confederate Army was not “absolutely -destitute of songs, it simply lacked a plentiful supply<span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</span> of songs -written especially for the moment.” This is far from being the case. -Indeed, the camp songs and marching ballads written in the Confederate -camps during the war, are legion. They vary in excellence from “The -Cavaliers’ Glee” by Captain William Blackford of Stuart’s staff, to -the extremely popular and delightful “Goober Peas,” by A. Pender. For -the camp catches there were certain stock tunes, such as the “Happy -Land of Canaan,” “Wait for the Wagon,” “We’ll Be Free in Maryland,” -“Gay and Happy,” which were used over and over, and to which words were -improvised to fit the occasion. Even the slender Confederate Navy had -her stock of ballads. “The Alabama,” by E. King, author of “Naval Songs -of the South,” is the best representative of this class.</p> - -<p>It is not strange that during the chaotic days of the Confederacy, -poems that had been written by Southerners in antebellum days were -published in the South as of Confederate origin; and that poems of -the war period written in the North or abroad should be attributed -to Confederate authors. In the first category are verses such as -“My Wife and Child,” by Henry R. Jackson of Georgia, which he wrote -during the Mexican War, and in the second class, “The Soldier Boy,” a -widely popular poem which was really by the Englishman, Dr. William -Maginn (1793-1842), whom Thackeray satirized as “Captain Shalow” in -<i>Pendennis</i>, but which was assigned to “H. M. L.” of Lynchburg, -and even given the circumstantial date of May 18, 1861. Another poem -that was widely copied, but which was really written by T. Buchanan -Read in Rome in 1861, was “The Brave at Home.”</p> - -<p>Two other poems whose origins have attracted much attention are “The -Confederate Note,” by Major S. A. Jonas of Mississippi, and “All Quiet -Along the Potomac Tonight,” by Mrs. Ethel Lynn Beers. Major Jonas seems -to have established unquestionable claim to his poem in a letter to -the Louisville <i>Courier</i>, under date of December 11, 1889. The -poem by Mrs. Beers was a long time claimed for Lomar Fontaine. Mrs. -Beers had written the verses in 1861, in which year they had appeared -in <i>Harper’s Weekly</i>. Late in ’62 they began to circulate in the -South, and for some unknown reason were assigned to Lomar Fontaine. -He was at once showered with praise and eulogy, but it is interesting -to note that in the Editor’s Table of the <i>Southern Literary -Messenger</i> for June, 1863 (p. 375) at the end of verses by Henry C. -Alexander<span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</span> “To Lomar Fontaine, the author of the verses entitled ‘All -Quiet Along the Potomac Tonight,’ and if report be true, one of the -unrewarded heroes of the South” the Editor has subscribed the following -discriminating comment: “It is questionable whether Fontaine wrote the -‘All Quiet Along the Potomac.’ There was no occasion to incite such a -poem. Our pickets along the Potomac were rarely if ever shot: those -of the Yankees were shot night after night.<a id="FNanchor_23" href="#Footnote_23" class="fnanchor">23</a> We have heard that the -author of the lines attributed to Fontaine is an Ohioan. A brave man—a -hero, if you will,—Fontaine has yet to prove that he is a poet.”</p> - -<p>One other poem whose origin has been questioned is “The Countersign,” -which, reprinted in the Philadelphia <i>Press</i> in 1861, was declared -to have been written by a private in Company G, Stuart’s Engineer -Regiment, at Camp Lesley, near Washington. F. F. Browne, in <i>Bugle -Echoes</i>, cryptically adds: “But it may now be stated positively that -it was written by a Confederate soldier, still living. The third line -of the fifth stanza affords internal evidence of Southern origin.” This -Confederate soldier was Colonel W. W. Fontaine.</p> - -<p>Metrical study of the Southern war poetry leads inevitably to the -conclusion that Southern temperament lent itself naturally to rhythmic -expression. The poets of the South, many of them untrained in the -technique of their art, wrote in every metrical arrangement that can be -imagined, from curious irregular unrhymed rhythms to ballad measure, -and to the long and intricate stanzaic forms used by Simms and Timrod. -In nearly every case, except, of course, with the cruder camp songs, -the verses flow felicitously, and the effect is melodious. Even in the -sonnet form<a id="FNanchor_24" href="#Footnote_24" class="fnanchor">24</a> although the Southerner did not seem capable of writing -a true sonnet, the rhythm moves with ease and harmony. The verses may -infringe every rule of the sonnet form, but the result is effective.</p> - -<p>Such is the achievement of the Southern war verse. It is a wonderfully -effective expression of sentiment, and becomes all the more remarkable -when one considers the conditions under which it was created. It was -written in a land first rich and prosperous, then through four weary -years ravaged and <span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</span>starved into ruin: by soldiers in the field and in -the prisons, and women suffering silently at home. Even the mediums -through which this poetry was published, shared the vicissitudes of the -land, and have been generally destroyed or scattered. Nevertheless the -war poetry of the Confederacy which remains to us today, stands as an -enduring memorial to the inherent nobility of the Southern heart and to -the fidelity of devotion to principle, which has always given the South -the admiration of those who, while they cannot agree with her point of -view, must nevertheless respect her courage and spirit. At the same -time it forms a notable contribution to the literature of our land. -Best of all, this poetry satisfies the function of those “Sentinel -Songs” of which Father A. J. Ryan wrote, on May sixth, 1867:</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">When sinks the soldier brave</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Dead at the feet of Wrong,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The poet sings, and guards his grave</div> - <div class="verse indent6">With sentinels of song.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2"> - -<hr class="tb"></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">When marble wears away</div> - <div class="verse indent6">And monuments are dust,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The Songs that guard our soldiers’ clay</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Will still fulfill their trust.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="FOOTNOTES">FOOTNOTES</h2> -</div> -<div class="footnotes"> -<div class="footnote"> - -<a id="Footnote_1" href="#FNanchor_1" class="label">1</a> See <i>War Poetry of the South</i>, ed. by W. Gilmore -Simms, Preface, pp. v and vi. -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> -<a id="Footnote_2" href="#FNanchor_2" class="label">2</a> See <i>An American Anthology</i>, Introduction, p. xxii. -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> -<a id="Footnote_3" href="#FNanchor_3" class="label">3</a> See <i>An American Anthology</i>, Introduction, p. xxii. -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> -<a id="Footnote_4" href="#FNanchor_4" class="label">4</a> Noted in the Editor’s Table of The Southern Literary -Messenger for January, 1862. -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> -<a id="Footnote_5" href="#FNanchor_5" class="label">5</a> See <i>Biographical and Critical Studies of Southern -Authors</i>, “Irwin Russell,” p. 97. -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> -<a id="Footnote_6" href="#FNanchor_6" class="label">6</a> See The Creed of the Old South, pp. 24 and 25. -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> -<a id="Footnote_7" href="#FNanchor_7" class="label">7</a> See The Creed of the Old South, p. 38. -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> -<a id="Footnote_8" href="#FNanchor_8" class="label">8</a> See <i>Southern Prose and Poetry</i>, p. 15. -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> -<a id="Footnote_9" href="#FNanchor_9" class="label">9</a> See <i>Biographical and Critical Studies of Southern -Authors</i>, “Irwin Russell,” pp. 97 and 98. -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> -<a id="Footnote_10" href="#FNanchor_10" class="label">10</a> See “<i>To the South</i>,” stanza V, by James Maurice -Thompson. -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> -<a id="Footnote_11" href="#FNanchor_11" class="label">11</a> See <i>South Songs</i>, p. vii. -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> -<a id="Footnote_12" href="#FNanchor_12" class="label">12</a> See <i>Photographic History of the Civil War</i>, vol. 9, -pp. 86 and 88. -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> -<a id="Footnote_13" href="#FNanchor_13" class="label">13</a> See <i>War Poets of the South: Singers on Fire</i>, S. A. -Link, p. 382. -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> -<a id="Footnote_14" href="#FNanchor_14" class="label">14</a> “<i>Butler’s Proclamation</i>” by Paul H. Hayne, -occasioned by Butler’s order to the effect: “It is ordered that -hereafter when any female shall by word, gesture or movement insult or -show contempt for any officer or soldier of the United States, <i>she -shall be regarded and held liable lo be treated as a woman of the -town</i>, plying her vocation.” -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> -<a id="Footnote_15" href="#FNanchor_15" class="label">15</a> See <i>The Creed of the Old South</i>, by Basil L. -Gildersleeve, p. 13. -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> -<a id="Footnote_16" href="#FNanchor_16" class="label">16</a> See “Shermanized” by L. Virginia French. -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> -<a id="Footnote_17" href="#FNanchor_17" class="label">17</a> “<i>Prayer for Peace</i>,” by S. Teackle Wallis of -Maryland. -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> -<a id="Footnote_18" href="#FNanchor_18" class="label">18</a> In the present collection, eighty-one poems are definitely -concerned with the immediate circumstances of defeat. -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> -<a id="Footnote_19" href="#FNanchor_19" class="label">19</a> “<i>Virginia Capta</i>” by Mrs. Margaret J. Preston. -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> -<a id="Footnote_20" href="#FNanchor_20" class="label">20</a> See <i>South Songs</i>, edited by T. C. de Leon, note 11, -p. 149. -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> -<a id="Footnote_21" href="#FNanchor_21" class="label">21</a> See <i>The South in History and Literature</i>, by Mildred -Lewis Rutherford, p. 254. -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> -<a id="Footnote_22" href="#FNanchor_22" class="label">22</a> See <i>Three Centuries of Southern Poetry</i>, by Carl -Holliday, p. 112. -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> -<a id="Footnote_23" href="#FNanchor_23" class="label">23</a> This was probably due to the fact that the Southern slopes -of the river were wooded as compared with the rather bare Northern -side. -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<a id="Footnote_24" href="#FNanchor_24" class="label">24</a> In the present collection there are seventeen sonnets. - -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="REFERENCE_BIBLIOGRAPHY">REFERENCE BIBLIOGRAPHY</h2> -</div> - - - - -<ul class="biblio"> -<li><i>An American Anthology, 1787-1900.</i> Selections -illustrating the editor’s critical review of American poetry -in the nineteenth century. Edited by Edmund Clarence Stedman. -Boston and New York: Houghton Mifflin Company. The Riverside -Press, Cambridge, 1900.</li> - -<li><i>The Creed of the Old South, 1865-1915.</i> By Basil L. -Gildersleeve. Baltimore: The Johns Hopkins Press, 1915.</li> - -<li><i>History of the Civil War, 1861-1865.</i> By James Ford -Rhodes, LL.D., Litt.D.: with maps. New York: The Macmillan -Company, 1917.</li> - -<li><i>The Photographic History of the Civil War</i>, Vol. IX. -Poetry and Eloquence of the Blue and Gray: edited by Dudley H. -Miles, Ph.D., Columbia, introduction by Dr. W. -P. Trent, of Columbia. Appendix. Songs of the War Days—Soldier -Songs and Negro Spirituals. New York: The Review of Reviews -Co., 1911.</li> - -<li><i>Poets of the South</i>: A series of Biographical and -Critical Studies with typical poems, annotated by F. U. N. -Painter, A.M., D.D. New York, Cincinnati, Chicago, 1903.</li> - -<li><i>The South in History and Literature</i>: A Handbook of -Southern Authors from the Settlement of Jamestown, 1607, to -Living Writers. By Mildred Lewis Rutherford, Athens, Ga. -Atlanta: The Franklin-Turner Co., 1907.</li> - -<li><i>South Songs: From the Lays of Later Days.</i> Collected -and Edited by T. C. De Leon. New York: Blelock & Co., No. 19 -Beekman Street, 1866.</li> - -<li><i>The Southern Literary Messenger.</i> Dr. G. W. Bagby, -Editor, January, 1862. Macfarlane & Fergusson, Proprietors, -Richmond, Va.</li> - -<li><i>Southern Prose and Poetry</i>: for Schools. By Edwin Mims -and Bruce R. Payne. Charles Scribner’s Sons: New York, Chicago, -Boston, 1910.</li> - -<li><i>Southern Writers: Biographical and Critical Sketches</i>: -“Irwin Russell.” By William Malone Baskerville. September, -1896. Barber & Smith, Agents, Nashville, Tenn.</li> - -<li><i>War Poetry of the South.</i> Edited by William Gilmore -Simms, LL.D. New York: Richardson & Company, 540 Broadway, -1867.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</span></li> - -<li><i>War Poets of the South: Singers on Fire.</i> By Samuel -Albert Link. Nashville, Tenn: Barber & Smith, Agents, c. 1898. -</li> -</ul> - - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="BIBLIOGRAPHY_OF_COLLECTIONS_EXAMINED">BIBLIOGRAPHY OF COLLECTIONS EXAMINED</h2> -</div> - - -<table class="autotable"> -<tr> -<td class="tdlt"> Material from <i>Boston</i></td> -<td class="tdl"> <ul><li> Boston Athenaeum. <ul><li>broadsides.</li></ul></li></ul></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdlt"> Material from <i>New York</i></td> -<td class="tdl"> -<ul><li>New York Public Library - <ul><li>anthologies,</li> - <li> Confederate imprints. </li></ul> - </li></ul> -</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdlt"> Material from <i>Philadelphia</i></td> -<td class="tdl"> -<ul> -<li>Library Co. of Philadelphia: - <ul><li>Main branch. - <ul><li>newspaper clippings.</li> - </ul></li> - <li>Ridgway branch. - <ul><li>broadsides,</li> - <li>songs,</li> - <li>newspaper clippings,</li> - <li>Mr. Samuel’s collection.</li> - </ul></li> - </ul></li> -</ul> -</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdlt"> Material from <i>Baltimore</i></td> -<td class="tdl"> -<ul><li>1. Maryland Historical Society. - <ul><li> Scrap book of broadsides (Mr. Lennox Birkhead).</li></ul></li> - <li>2. Baltimore, City Librarian’s Office, City Hall. - <ul><li> Ledger 1411, newspaper clippings.</li></ul> </li> -</ul> -</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdlt"> Material from <i>Washington</i></td> -<td class="tdl"> -<ul><li>Congressional Library. - <ul><li>broadsides (MSS. Division).</li> - <li>magazines,</li> - <li>anthologies,</li> - <li>Confederate imprints.</li> - </ul></li> -</ul> -</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdlt"> Material from <i>Cleveland</i></td> -<td class="tdl"> <ul><li> Western Reserve Historical Society. -<ul><li> broadsides,</li> <li>anthologies,</li> -<li>Confederate imprints.</li></ul></li></ul></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdlt" colspan="2"> Material from <i>Private MSS.</i> and Miscellaneous Sources.</td> -</tr> -</table> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="BIBLIOGRAPHY_OF_ANTHOLOGIES_AND_CONFEDERATE_IMPRINTS">BIBLIOGRAPHY OF ANTHOLOGIES AND CONFEDERATE IMPRINTS</h2> -</div> - - - - -<ul class="biblio"> -<li><i>Abram</i>: A Military Poem. By A. Young Rebelle, Esq., of -the Army. Richmond: Macfarlane & Fergusson, 1863.<br> -<div class="blockquot"> -<p class="hang">[“A string of smoothly running rhymes about Lincoln, Stonewall, -McClellan, Pope, Burnside & Co., with a very droll preface -in place of an appendix. The author is a Texan, and we doubt -not his comrades of Hood’s old brigade will enjoy this little -book nearly as much as they do a hard day’s fight after a long -march.”—Review in <i>The Southern Literary Messenger</i>, for -March, 1863.]</p></div></li> - -<li><i>Allan’s Lone Star Ballads</i>: A collection of southern -patriotic songs, made during Confederate times ... compiled and -revised by Francis D. Allan. Galveston, Texas: J. D. Sawyer, -1874.</li> - -<li><i>American War Ballads and Lyrics</i>: Edited by George Cary -Eggleston. New York and London: G. P. Putnam’s Sons, 1889.</li> - -<li><i>The Army Songster</i>: Dedicated to the Army of Northern -Virginia. Published by George L. Bidgood, Richmond, Va., and -printed by Macfarlane & Fergusson, 1864. (Reprinted by J. W. -Fergusson & Son, 1902.) - -<div class="blockquot"> -<p class="hang">[“This is one of the almost numberless catalogues of -‘Songbooks,’ ‘Songsters,’ etc., which has been published during -the War,—rejoicing in such patriotic titles as the ‘Rebel,’ -‘Stonewall,’ ‘Soldiers,’ etc., which with a most refreshing -contempt for consistency in name and date, embrace sprinklings -from the lyric music of almost every age and clime. ‘No One to -Love,’ ‘Rory O’More,’ ‘Kathleen Mavourneen,’ ‘Marseillaise,’ -etc., etc., of course, figure extensively. We suppose the ‘Army -Songster’ is quite as good as the rest, and we are not quite -sure this is extravagant praise.”—Review in <i>The Southern -Literary Messenger</i> for April, 1864.]</p></div></li> - -<li><i>The Beauregard Songster</i>: Being a collection of -Patriotic, Sentimental and Comic Songs, The Most Popular of the -Day. Arranged by Hermann L. Schreiner. Published by John C. -Schreiner & Son, Macon and Savannah, Ga., 1864.</li> - -<li><i>Beechenbrook</i>: A Rhyme of the War, by Margaret J. -Preston. Richmond: J. W. Randolph, 121 Main Street, 1865.</li> - -<li><i>Same</i>: Baltimore, 1867.</li> - -<li><i>Bugle-echoes</i>: A collection of poems of the Civil War, -Northern and Southern. New York: White, Stokes & Allen, 1866.</li> - -<li><i>The Cavalier Songster</i>: Containing a Splendid Collection -of Original and Selected Songs, Compiled and Arranged Expressly -for the Southern Public. Staunton, Va., 1865.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</span> -</li> - - -<li><i>Confederate Scrap Book</i>: Copied from a Scrapbook kept -by a young girl during and immediately after the war, with -additions from war-copies of the “Southern Literary Messenger” -and “Illustrated News” loaned by friends, and other selections -as accredited. Published for the benefit of the Memorial -Bazaar, held in Richmond, April 11, 1893. Richmond, Va.: J. L. -Hill Printing Co., 1893.</li> - -<li><i>Corinth, and Other Poems of the War</i>: By Cornelia J. M. -Jordan. “Praeritorum Memoria Eventorum.” Lynchburg: Johnson & -Schaffter, Printers, 60 and 62 Market Street, 1865. - -<div class="blockquot"> -<p class="hang">[“Publicly burnt on its appearance in 1865, by order of General -Terry, as an objectionable and incendiary publication.” See -Adams, <i>Dictionary of American Authors</i> (1905), p. 213.]</p></div></li> - -<li><i>Cullings from The Confederacy</i>: A Collection of Southern -Poems, Original and Others, popular during the War between the -States, and Incidents and Facts worth recalling. 1862-1866. -Including the Doggerel of the Camp, as Well as Tender Tribute -to the Dead. “From grave to gay, from reverend to severe.” -Compiled by Nora Fontaine M. Davidson, Petersburg, Va. -Washington, D. C.: the Rufus H. Darby Printing Co., 1903.</li> - -<li><i>The General Lee Songster</i>: Being a collection of the most -popular, sentimental, patriotic and comic songs. Arranged by -Hermann L. Schreiner. Published by John C. Schreiner & Sons, -Macon and Savannah, Ga., 1865.</li> - -<li><i>Hopkins’ New Orleans 5c Song Book.</i> New Orleans, 1861.</li> - -<li><i>Immortal Songs of Camp and Field.</i> By Rev. Louis Albert -Banks, D.D. With portraits and illustrations. The B. B. Co., -Cleveland. The Burrows Brothers Company, Publishers, 1899.</li> - -<li><i>Immortelles</i>: A tribute to “The Old South.” A Compilation -by Sarah Robinson Reid. Little Rock, Ark.: published by the -Brown Printing Company, 1896.</li> - -<li><i>The Jack Morgan Songster.</i> Compiled by a Captain -in General Lee’s Army. Raleigh, N. C. Branson & Farrar, -Fayetteville St., 1864.</li> - -<li><i>Original Collection of War Poems and War Songs of the -American Civil War.</i> Compiled by Angie C. Beebe. Edited and -Published by The Argus Press at Red Wing, Minnesota.</li> - -<li><i>Our War Songs, North and South.</i> Cleveland, Ohio; S. -Brainard’s Sons, c. 1887. (Words and music.)</li> - -<li><i>Personal and Political Ballads.</i> Arranged and edited by -Frank Moore. New York: George P. Putnam, 1864.</li> - -<li><i>The Photographic History of the Civil War</i>, Vol. IX, -Poetry and Eloquence of the Blue and Gray. Edited by Dudley N. -Miles, Ph.D., Columbia. Introduction by Dr. W. P. Trent,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</span> - of -Columbia. Appendix: Songs of the War Days—soldier songs and -negro spirituals. New York: The Review of Reviews Company, 1911.</li> - -<li><i>Poetry, Lyrical, Narrative and Satirical, of the Civil -War.</i> Selected and Edited by Richard Grant White. New York: -The American News Company, 1866.</li> - -<li><i>Rebel Rhymes and Rhapsodies</i>: Collected and edited by -Frank Moore. New York: George P. Putnam, 1864.</li> - -<li><i>Richmond, Her Glory and Her Graves.</i> By Cornelia J. M. -Jordan. Richmond: Medical Journal Printing Co., 1866.</li> - -<li><i>The Royal Ape</i>: A Dramatic Poem. Richmond: West & -Johnston, 145 Main Street, 1863.</li> - -<li><i>Songs and Ballads of the Southern People, 1861-1865.</i> -Collected and edited by Frank Moore. New York: D. Appleton & -Co., 1, 3, and 5 Bond Street, 1886.</li> - -<li><i>Songs of Love and Liberty.</i> Compiled by a North Carolina -Lady. Raleigh, N. C.: Branson & Farrer, Fayetteville St., 1864.</li> - -<li><i>Songs of the Confederacy and Plantation Melodies.</i> -Compiled by Mrs. A. Mitchell. G. B. Jennings, 1907.</li> - -<li><i>Songs of the South</i>: Choice selections from southern -poets from Colonial times to the present day. Collected -and edited by Jennie Thornley Clarke. Philadelphia: J. B. -Lippincott Company, 1896.</li> - -<li><i>Songs of the South.</i> J. W. Randolph, 121 Main Street, -Richmond, Va., 1863. - -<div class="blockquot"> -<p class="hang">[There was an earlier edition in 1862.]</p></div></li> - -<li><i>Songs Written by Capt. T. F. Roche, C. S. A., Prisoner of -War at Fort Delaware, 1865.</i> Sung by the Fort Delaware -minstrel troop, organized by the Confederate officers to aid -sick comrades in hospital. Winchester, Va.: The Enterprise -Printing Company.</li> - -<li><i>South Songs</i>: From the Lays of Later Days. Collected and -Edited by T. C. De Leon. New York: Blelock & Co., 19 Beekman -Street, 1866.</li> - -<li><i>The Southern Amaranth</i>: A carefully selected collection -of poems growing out of and in reference to the late war. -Edited by Miss Sallie A. Brock. New York: George S. Wilcox, -Publisher, successor to Blelock & Co., 49 Mercer Street, 1869.</li> - -<li><i>Southern and Miscellaneous Poems.</i> By Thomas Q. Barnes, -Mobile, Ala., 1886.</li> - -<li><i>Southern Odes</i>: By The Outcast, a gentleman of South -Carolina. [C. B. Northrup.] Published for the benefit of the -Ladies Fuel Society. Charleston: Harper and Calvo, 1861.</li> - -<li><i>The Southern Literary Messenger</i>: Devoted to every -department of Literature, and the Fine Arts. Edited by Dr. -G. W. Bagby,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</span> - 1861-1864, and F. H. Alfriend, 1864. Richmond: -Published by Macfarlane & Fergusson, Proprietors, 1861-1863, -and Wedderburn & Alfriend, Proprietors, 1864. January, -1861-June, 1864. - -<div class="blockquot"> -<p class="hang">[Owing to war conditions, the magazine suspended publication -after June, 1864.]</p></div></li> - -<li><i>The Southern Poems of the War</i>: Collected and arranged by -Miss Emily V. Mason. Baltimore: John Murphy & Co., Publishers, -182 Baltimore Street, 1867.</li> - -<li><i>Same.</i> Third edition revised and enlarged. Baltimore, -1869.</li> - -<li><i>The Southern Songster</i>: A collection of the best original -songs of the Confederate states. Published for sale at the -Southern Bazaar, at Liverpool, October, 1864.</li> - -<li><i>Southern War Songs.</i> Atlanta: Franklin Printing & -Publishing Co., 1895.</li> - -<li><i>Southern War Songs</i>: Camp Fire, Patriotic & Sentimental. -Collected and arranged by W. L. Fagan. Illustrated. New York: -M. T. Richardson & Co., 1890.</li> - -<li><i>The Stonewall Song Book</i>: Being a collection of -patriotic, sentimental and comic songs. Richmond: West & -Johnston, 1865.</li> - -<li><i>The Sunny Land, or Prison Prose & Poetry</i>: Containing -the Productions of the Ablest Writers of the South, and Prison -Lays of Distinguished Confederate Officers, by Colonel Beuhring -H. Jones, 60th Virginia Infantry. Edited, with Preface, -Biographies, Sketches and Stories by J. A. Houston, Baltimore, -1868.<br> -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse indent6">“The land we love—a queen of lands,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">No prouder one the world has known;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Though now uncrowned, upon her throne</div> -<div class="verse indent6">She sits with fetters on her hands.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div></li> - -<li><i>War</i>: A poem, with copious notes, founded on the -revolution of 1861-62. (Up to the battles before Richmond, -inclusive) by John H. Hewitt ... Richmond, Va.: Weston & -Johnston, 1862.</li> - -<li><i>War Flowers</i>: Reminiscences of Four Year’s Campaigning. -Respectfully dedicated to the Ladies of New Orleans. By F. B. -1865.</li> - -<li><i>War Lyrics and Songs of the South.</i> London: Spottiswoode -& Co., 1866. “Printed of necessity in England, and not revised.”</li> - -<li><i>War Poetry of the South.</i> Edited by William Gilmore -Simms, LL.D. New York: Richardson & Co., 540 Broadway, 1867.</li> - -<li><i>War Poets of the South and Confederate Camp Fire Songs.</i> -Compiled by Charles William Hubner. Atlanta, Ga.: Chas. P. -Byrd, Printer.</li> - -<li><i>War Songs & Poems of the Southern Confederacy, -1861-1865.</i> Compiled by H. M. Wharton. Philadelphia: -Winston, 1904.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</span> -</li> - -<li><i>War Songs of the Blue and the Gray</i>: As sung by the Brave -Soldiers of the Union & Confederate Armies in camp, on the -march, and in the garrison; with preface by Professor Henry L. -Williams, etc. New York: Hurst & Co., Publishers, 1905.</li> - -<li><i>War Songs of the South</i>: Edited by “Bohemian,” -Correspondent, Bichmond Despatch. [W. G. Shepperson.] Bichmond: -West & Johnson, 145 Main St., 1862. - -<div class="blockquot"> -<p class="hang">[“I said, I knew a very wise man so much of Sir Chr——’s -sentiment, that he believed if a man were permitted to make all -the ballads, he need not care who should make the laws of a -nation.”—Fletcher’s <i>Political Works</i>, p. 372.]</p></div></li> -</ul> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="ABBREVIATIONS_USED_FOR_ANTHOLOGIES">ABBREVIATIONS USED FOR ANTHOLOGIES</h2> -</div> - - -<table class="autotable"> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> Alsb</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Allan’s Lone Star Ballads.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> Amaranth</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>The Southern Amaranth.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> Army</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>The Army Songster.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> Barnes</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Southern and Miscellaneous Poems.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> B. E.</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Bugle-Echoes.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> Beau.</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>The Beauregard Songster.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> Beechenbrook</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Beechenbrook: A Rhyme of the War.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> Bohemian</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>War Songs of the South.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> Cav.</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>The Cavalier Songster.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> C. C.</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Cullings from the Confederacy.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> Cor.</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Corinth, and Other Poems.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> C. S. B.</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Confederate Scrap Book.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> E. V. M.</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Southern Poems of the War,’67.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> E. V. M. ’69</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Southern Poems of the War,’69.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> Fagan</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Southern War Songs.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> G. C. E.</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>American War Ballads and Lyrics.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> Hopkins</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Hopkins’ New Orleans 5c Songbook.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> Hubner</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>War Poets of the South and Confederate Camp Fire Songs.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> Im.</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Immortelles.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> J. M. S.</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Jack Morgan Songster.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> L. & L.</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Songs of Love and Liberty.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> Lee</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>The General Lee Songster.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> Outcast</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Southern Odes.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> P. & P. B.</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Personal and Political Ballads.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> Phot. Hist.</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Photographic History of the Civil War.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> Randolph</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Songs of the South.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> Richmond</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Richmond, Her Glory and Her Graves.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> Roche</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Songs Written on Capt. T. F. Roche.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> R. R.</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Rebel Rhymes and Rhapsodies.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> S. B. P.</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Songs and Ballads of the Southern People.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> S. B. Liv.</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Southern Songster.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> S. L. M.</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>The Southern Literary Messenger.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> S. O. S.</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>War Lyrics and Songs of the South.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> S. S.</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>South Songs.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> Sunny</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>The Sunny Land, or Prison Prose and Poetry.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> War</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>War.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> W. B. G.</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>War Songs of the Blue and the Gray.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> W. F.</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>War Flowers.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> W. G. S.</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>War Poetry of the South.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> W. L.</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>War Lyrics and Songs of the South.</i><span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</span></td> -</tr> -</table> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="ABBREVIATIONS_USED_OF_COLLECTIONS">ABBREVIATIONS USED OF COLLECTIONS</h2> -</div> - - -<table class="autotable"> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> R. B. B.</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Collection of Broadsides in Ridgway Branch of Library Company of Philadelphia.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> R. B. M.</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Collection of Music in Ridgway Branch of Library Company of Philadelphia.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> R. N. S.</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Collection of Newspaper Songs in Ridgway Branch of Library Co., of Philadelphia.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> Md. Hist. Soc.</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Maryland Historical Society, Baltimore, Md.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> Wash’n</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Collection of the Congressional Library, Washington, D. C.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> West. Res.</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Collection of the Western Reserve Historical Society, Cleveland, Ohio.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> N. Y. P. L.</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Collection of the New York Public Library.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> Priv.</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Private MSS. or source.</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"> B. C. L., Ledger 1411</td> -<td class="tdl"> <i>Ledger 1411 in Baltimore City Librarian’s Office.</i><span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</span></td> -</tr> -</table> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="INDEX_OF_SOUTHERN_WAR_POEMS_OF_THE_CIVIL_WAR">INDEX OF SOUTHERN WAR POEMS OF THE CIVIL WAR</h2> -</div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p class="hang">[Note:—Round brackets at the end of the title indicate -the volume or one of the volumes in which the poem may be -found. Wherever the poem appears in several anthologies, that -anthology easiest of access to the general reader, has been -selected. Square brackets are used for the interpolation of -explanatory matter.<br>The first two lines of each poem are given to serve as a check -since identical poems may appear under corrupted captions, or -various titles.]</p> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Abe’s Cogitations</i>: (Randolph.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We ought to whip them rebel chaps,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I think so, more and more”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Abraham Lincoln: The Mohammed of the Modern Hegira.</i> -New Orleans, March 5, 1861. (P. & P. B. from the New Orleans -<i>Crescent</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">At midnight in the Keystone State</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Old Abe was dreaming of the hour—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Acceptation</i>: By Mrs. M. J. Preston. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We do accept thee, heavenly Peace!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Albeit thou comest in a guise”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Acrostic</i> [<i>Davis</i>]: February 22, 1862. (R. N. S. -from the Charleston <i>Courier</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Jehovah, mighty arbiter in earth below,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Ere morning stars together sang, in heaven supreme,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Acrostic</i> [<i>B. F. Butler</i>]: Baltimore, March 14, -1863. (R. B. B. 11½.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Brutal by nature—a coward and knave,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Famed for no action, noble or brave”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Acrostic in Memory of O. Jennings Wise</i>: By Miriam. (S. -L. M. Ed. Table, September, ’63.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent10">“Over his cold brow</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Just touched by Time’s soft silver tracery,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Acrostic on Magruder</i>: By G. B. Milner, Harrisburg, -Texas. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Much hast thou suffered, bright Isle of the Wave!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Ah! can anyone succor: can anyone save?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Addition to the Bonnie Blue Flag</i>: A Tribute to True -Kentuckians. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“And we will add another cheer for our Kentucky State,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Her sons in the most glorious war have proved both brave and great;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Address</i>: Delivered at the opening of the New Theatre -at Richmond: A Prize Poem, by Henry Timrod. (W. G. S. from -<i>Southern Illustrated News</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent6">“A fairy ring</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Drawn in the crimson of a battle plain”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Address to the Exchanged Prisoners</i>: On the 31st of July, -1862, all the prisoners of war in Fort Warren, (about 250 -soldiers of the Confederate army) embarked for Fortress Monroe, -to be exchanged. They left in Fort Warren, 14 gentlemen, who -were imprisoned under the designation of “political prisoners.” -These were all Marylanders by birth, all but one (Mr. Winder) -were residents of that state when arrested. On their behalf the -following lines were addressed to their departing friends: By -T. S. Wallis, Fort Warren, July 31, 1862: S. L. M., July and -August, 1862. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The anchors are weighed, and the gates of yon prison</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Fall wide, as your ship gives her prow to the foam,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Address to the Women of the Southern Troops</i>: -Air—“Bruce’s Address:” By Mrs. J. T. H. Cross. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Southern men, unsheathe the sword,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Inland and along the board;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>After the Battle</i>: By Miss Agnes Leonard. (W. G. S. from -the Chicago <i>Journal of Commerce</i>, June, 1863.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“All day long the sun had wandered,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Through the slowly creeping hours”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>After the Battle of Bull Run</i>: July 21, [1861.] (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent8">“Sadly and low,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Hear how the fitful breezes blow!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Afraid of a Dead Baby</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Keep here, my little baby: rest alone!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Not in thy father’s tomb can’st thou be laid:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Alabama</i>: (Randolph).</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Over vale and over mountain,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Pealing forth in triumphal song,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Alabama</i>: Respectfully dedicated to the Gallant -Captain Semmes, His Officers and Crew and to the Officers and -Seamen of the C. S. Navy: by E. King, author of Naval Songs of -the South. Richmond, Va., George Dunn & Co. (R. B. M., 1864.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The wind blow off yon rocky shore</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Boys! Set your sails all free”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Alabama Cottage</i>: A Homely Scene. (R. B. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The Alabamian sat by the chimney side—</div> - <div class="verse indent6">His face was wrinkled and worn.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Albert Sidney Johnston</i>: (Im.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Honor to him who only drew</div> - <div class="verse indent6">In Freedom’s cause his battle blade,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Albert Sidney Johnston</i>: By A. G. (E. V. M., ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I heard afar, the cannon’s roar,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Its lightning flashed from shore to shore,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Albert Sidney Johnston</i>: Killed at Battle of Shiloh, -April, 1862. By Fleming James. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“’Mid dim and solemn forests, in the dawning chill and gray</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Over dank, unrustling leaves, or through the stiff and sodden clay”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Albert Sidney Johnston</i>: Dirge by Colonel A. W. Terrell. -(Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hush the notes of exultation for a battle dearly won!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Low the chief’s proud form is lying—Texas weeps another son!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>All Is Gone</i>: By Fadette. (W. G. S. from the Memphis -Appeal.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Sister hark! Atween the trees cometh naught but summer breeze?</div> - <div class="verse indent32">All is gone”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>All Over Now</i>: (Im.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“All over now! The trumpet blast,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The hurried tramping to and fro,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>All Quiet Along the Potomac Tonight</i>: By Mrs. Randolph -Harrison. (C. S. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“All quiet along the Potomac tonight,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">No sound save the rush of the river”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>All Spice: Or Spice for All</i>: By Cola, Le Diable Boiteux. -Baltimore, March 7, 1862: Baltimore, April 1, 1862. (R. B. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The people endure all</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The Hydropaths cure all”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>All’s Noise Along the Appomattox</i>: Battle of the Crater, -A. D., 1863. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“All’s noise along the Appomattox tonight,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">For Grant, with his Whiteworth’s and Parrots”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>All’s Well</i>: By Mrs. Margaret J. Preston of Va. -(Amaranth, from <i>The Land We Love</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“‘All’s well!’ How the musical sound</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Is pleasantly smiting the ear,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>All’s Well: Come to the Rescue.</i> (R. B. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“One night of late I chanced to stray</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Being in the pleasant sweet month of May dream.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Allons Enfants: The Southern Marseillaise</i>: Air -“Marseillaise.” By A. E. Blackmar, New Orleans, 1861. (C. S. B.)</p> - -<p>[“This may be called the rallying song of the Confederacy. -Composed early in 1861, it was sung throughout the South while -the soldiers were hurried to Virginia with this, the grandest -of martial airs, as a benediction.”]</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Sons of the South, awake to glory,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">A thousand voices bid you rise”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>The American Star</i>: Air “Humors of Glen.” Published by -Louis Bonsai, Baltimore and Frederic Streets, Baltimore. (R. B. -B. p. 7)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come, striking the bold anthem, the war dogs are howling,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Already they eagerly snuff up their prey”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Angel of the Church</i>: By W. Gilmore Simms. January, -1864. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Aye, strike with sacrilegious aim</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The temple of the living God;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Angel of the Hospital</i>: By S. C. Mercer. (R. N. S. -from the Louisville Journal.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“’Twas nightfall in the hospital. The day</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As though its eyes were dimmed with bloody rain”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Another Flag: A Second Thought</i>: [By C. B. Northrup.] -(Outcast.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Whole we preserve the stars and stripes and blue</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Of freedom’s ancient flag, it will not do”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Another Yankee Doodle</i>: (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Yankee Doodle has a mind</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To whip the Southern traitors.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>An Answer to the Poem Entitled “How They Act in -Baltimore:”</i> By Redgauntlet. (Md. Hist. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“When our ladies on the street</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Yankee soldiers chance to meet,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>An Appeal</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Haste, Kentuckians! wait no longer;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Rally, and you will be stronger.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>An Appeal for Jefferson Davis To His Excellency, Andrew -Johnson, President of the United States</i>: By a Lady of -Virginia. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Unheralded, unknown, I come to thee,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who holdest in thy hands the scales of power;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>An Appeal for Maryland</i>: By B. Baltimore, January 20, -1862. (R. B. B. 84.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Of all the gems that gild the wreath</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of freedom, the blue sky underneath,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Appeal to Maryland</i>: From a Dying Soldier at Manassas: by -a Lady of Maryland. (S. L. M., Oct., 1861.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh Mother! my Maryland! will you awake?</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Hear you not from Manassas the thunder of guns?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Appeal to the South</i>: (R. B. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Southrons! since we boast that name;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Southrons! since your blood we claim”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>An Appeal to the South</i>: By A Daughter of Dixie H. -Baltimore, Jan. 24, 1862; also Norfolk, Va., Jan. 24, 1862. (R. -B. B. 2 & 41.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hark! o’er the Southern hills I hear</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The cannons and the rifles sound;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>(The) Approaching Battle Hour</i>: By Kentucky. Richmond, -Virginia, June, 1862. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ah! hovers over them</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The gaunt war-demon fell;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>April 26th</i>: In the ceremonies at Memphis, Tennessee, -26th April, “In Memory of the Confederate Dead,” Dr. Ford one -of the speakers improvised the following appropriate lines: (E. -V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“In rank and file, in sad array</div> - <div class="verse indent6">As though their watch still keeping,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>April Twenty-Sixth</i>: By Annie Chambers Ketchum. Memphis, -Tenn. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Dreams of a stately land,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where rose and lotus open to the sun”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Are We Free?</i> By James R. Brewer. Annapolis, Oct. 22, -1861. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Are we free? Go ask the question</div> - <div class="verse indent6">In the cells of Lafayette,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Are You Ready?</i> (Bohemian from the Macon -<i>Telegraph</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Sons and brothers—near and far,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Have you heard the tones of war?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Arise! Ye Sons of Freeborn Sires!</i> By A. E. Morris, -Company C, 20th Infantry. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Arise! ye sons of freeborn sires, arise! your country save!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Kindle again the wonted fires that animate the brave:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Arlington</i>: By Margaret J. Preston. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">“You stand upon the chasm’s brink</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That yawns so deadly deep,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Arm for The Southern Land</i>: By General Mirabeau B. Lamar. -(S. B. P.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Arm for the Southern land,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">All fear of death disdaining;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Army and Its Flag of Stars and Stripes</i>: [By C. B. -Northrup] (Outcast.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“In Liberty’s great war”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Arouse, Kentuckians!</i> By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Arouse, Kentuckians, or my heart will break!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">What though by thousands brethren may forsake”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Ashby</i>: By John R. Thompson of Virginia. Richmond, June -13, 1862: S. L. M., Editor’s Table, May, 1862. (S. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“To the brave all homage render!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Weep, ye skies of June!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Ashbys</i>: By D. B. Lucas, of Va. (E. V. M. ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“And lo! there galloped through the gates of war</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Two brothers, riding side by side, with spurs,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Ashby’s Avengers</i>: Air “Annie Lyle.” (Cav.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Down where the Southern army</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Near Virginia’s side,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Ashby’s Death</i>: Air: “Annie Laurie.” (Cav.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A wail sweeps o’er the Valley,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Virginia’s deep with woe.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Ashes of Glory</i>: By A. J. Requier. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Fold up the gorgeous silken sun,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">By bleeding martyrs blest,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>At Fort Pillow</i>: By James R. Randall. (W. G. S. from the -Wilmington <i>Journal</i>, April 25, 1864.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“You shudder as you think upon</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The carnage of the grim report”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>At Galveston, Texas</i>: By H. L. Flash. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We parted, love, some months ago, in pleasant summer weather;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You blamed the fates that you and I could not remain together;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Attention!</i> By B. Baltimore, Oct. 16, 1861. (R. B. B. 7.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hearken, friends and foes now hearken</div> - <div class="verse indent2">See Abe Lincoln’s prospects darken;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Audax Omnia Perpeti</i>, etc. By B. (R. B. B. 4.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come pretty muse, give me your help,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Keen make my pen as the teamster’s lash”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Auld Lang Syne</i>: A supposed song of Morgan’s Cavalry on -entering a Kentucky town. By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Shall auld acquaintance be forgot,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And not now be brought to mind?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Autumn Thoughts, 1862</i>: By Miss Mary A. Grason. (E. V. M. -’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Our Autumn comes with tender glow;</div> - <div class="verse indent4">A golden haze is on the hills,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Autumn Rain</i>: By Susan Archer Talley. Richmond, Va. -(E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Softly, mournfully, slowly,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Droppeth the rain from the eaves”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Avatar of Hell</i>: Sonnet, by “Pax.” (W. G. S. from the -Charleston <i>Mercury</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Six thousand years of commune, God with man,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Two thousand years of Christ, yet from such roots”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Awake! Arise!</i> By G. W. Archer, M. D. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Sons of the South, awake, arise!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">A million foes sweep down amain,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Awake in Dixie</i>: By H. T. S., Winchester, Va., February -24, 1862. Air, “Dixie’s Land.” (R. B. B. 7.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hear ye not the sound of battle,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sabres’ clash and muskets’ rattle:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Away with the Dastards Who Whine of Defeat</i>: By Paul H. -Hayne of S. C. Charleston, May 10, 1862. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Away with the dastards who whine of defeat</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And hint that the day of destruction draws near,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Away with the Stripes</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ho! away with the stripes, the despots’ fit flag!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The stars and the stripes are the bully’s great “brag”:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Ballad for the Young South</i>: By Joseph Brennan. S. L. -M., Feb., 1861, from the New Orleans <i>Crescent</i>. (S. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Men of the South! Our foes are up</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In fierce and grim array;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Ballad of the Right</i>: By J. W. Overall. (S. S. from -the New Orleans <i>True Delta</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“In other days our fathers’ love was loyal, full and free,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For those they left behind them in the Island of the Sea;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Ballad of the War</i>: By George Herbert Sass, of -Charleston, S. C. (W. G. S., originally published in -<i>Southern Field and Fireside</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Watchmen, what of the night?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Through the city’s darkening street”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Baltimore</i>: (West. Res.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">“Hail, queen of cities, birthplace of the just,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh how cast down! by Northern vandals crushed,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Baltimore</i>: By C. (Mr. Samuel’s Scrapbook: Ridgway -Library.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hail, queen of cities, birthplace of the just,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Oh how cast down! By Northern vandals crushed,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Baltimore Girls</i>: Air, “Dearest Mae.” (West Res.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O the girls of dear old Baltimore,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">So beautiful and fair,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Band in the Pines: Heard after Pelham died</i>: by John -Esten Cooke. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh, band in the pine-wood, cease!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Cease with your splendid call:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Banks’ Skedaddle</i>: (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“You know the Federal General Banks,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who came through Louisiana with his forty thousand Yanks;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Banner Song</i>: Written and Expressly Dedicated to the -Armstrong Guards. By Wm. H. Holcombe, M. D. (S. L. M., July -1861.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“See our banner floating high</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Stars in freedom’s shining sky;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Banner-Song</i>: By James B. Marshall. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Up, up with the banner, the foe is before us,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His bayonets bristle, his sword is unsheathed,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Barefooted Boys</i>: (S. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“By the sword of St. Michael</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The old dragon through!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Bars and Stars</i>: Air, “Star Spangled Banner:” by A. -W. Haynes. (Randolph.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh, the tocsin of war still resounds o’er the land,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">And legions of braves are now rushing to battle,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Le Bataille des Mouchoirs</i>: The Greatest Battle of the -War: fought Feb. 20, 1863. By a young lady of 17, Eugenie. (S. -L. M., Oct., ’63.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Of all the battles, modern or old,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By poet sung or historian told,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Battle at Bethel</i>: Air, “Dixie.” (Bohemian from the -Richmond <i>Whig</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Send out the news from West to South and spread it through the land,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Our noble boys have met the foe at Bethel,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Battle at Bull Run</i>: By Ruth. Louisville, Ky., July -24, 1861. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Forward, my brave columns, forward!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">No other word was spoken;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Battle at Bull’s Run</i>: (R. B. B. 7.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh be easy, don’t you tease me,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While I sing a bit of fun,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Battle Before Richmond</i>: By G. B. S., 1862. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Slowly the great sun rose o’er Richmond’s hills,</div> - <div class="verse indent10">Calmly the noble river waved along,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Battle Call, Nec temere, nec timide</i>: Dedicated to her -countrymen, the Cavaliers of the South, by Annie Chambers -Ketchum. Dunrobin Cottage, May, 1861. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Gentlemen of the South!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Gird on your flashing swords!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Battle Call</i>: By Mrs. E. V. McCord Vernon, Richmond, -Va., Feb. 20, 1862. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Rise Southerner! the day of your glory,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">The hour of your destiny’s near”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Battle Call to Kentucky, 1862</i>: By Walker Meriweather -Bell. (Amaranth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Arouse thee, Kentucky! the graves of thy sires</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Are pressed by the foot of the foe.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Battle Cry of Freedom</i>: By Wm. H. Barnes. (Lee.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Our flag is proudly floating on the land and on the main,</div> - <div class="verse indent10">Shout, shout the battle cry of freedom.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Battle Cry of the South</i>: By James R. Randall. (W. G. -S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Brothers, the thunder-cloud is black,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And the wail of the South wings forth;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Battle Eve</i>: By Susan Archer Talley. S. L. M., Aug., -1861. (S. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I see the broad red setting sun</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Sink slowly down the sky;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Battle Field of Manassas</i>: By M. F. Bigney. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Fill, fill the trump of fame</div> - <div class="verse indent12">With the name,—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Manassas,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Battle Hymn</i>: (W. G. S. from the Charleston -<i>Mercury</i>).</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Lord of Hosts, that beholds us in battle, defending</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The homes of our sires ’gainst the hosts of the foe”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Battle Hymn: Columns Steady</i>: By Wm. Gilmore Simms. -(Bohemian.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Columns steady! make ye ready—with the steel and rifle ready!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Wait the signal! wait the moment—soul and steel and weapon steady!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Battle Hymn of the Virginia Soldier</i>: (R. B. B. 8.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Father of earth and heaven, I call thy name!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Round me the smoke and shout of battle roll;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Battle Ode to Virginia</i>: (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Old Virginia! virgin crowned</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Daughter of the royal Bess,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Battle of Belmont</i>: (Wash’n.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I sing of the Battle of Belmont, ’twas near Columbus town</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The Yankees in great numbers from Cairo did come down.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Battle of Belmont</i>: By J. Augustine Signaigo. (W. G. S. -from the Memphis <i>Appeal</i>, Dec. 21, 1861.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Now glory to our Southern cause, and praises be to God</div> - <div class="verse indent4">That He hath met the Southron’s foe and scourged him with His rod:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Battle of Bethel</i>: (Randolph.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Saw ye not the ruddy sunlight;</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Glancing o’er the hill-tops far,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>The Battle of Bethel Church</i>: (C. C. from the New Orleans -<i>Delta</i>, 10 June, 1861.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“As hurtles the tempest</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Proclaiming the storm,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Battle of Big Bethel</i>: (West Res.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Though Butler be a hero,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who ne’er has powder smelt,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Battle of Buena Vista</i>: Inscribed to Jefferson -Davis: by a Mississippian. (E. V. M. from the Louisville -<i>Courier</i>, April 1866.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“It was upon the battle field</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Where lay the dead and dying”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Battle of Charleston Harbor</i>: April 7th, 1863: by -Paul H. Hayne. (W. C. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Two hours or more, beyond the prime of a blithe April day,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The Northman’s mailed ‘Invincibles’ steamed up air Charleston Bay;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Battle of Galveston</i>: Air, “The Harp that Once Through -Tara’s Halls:” by Mrs. E. L. Caplen, of Galveston. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“’Twas on that dark and fearful morn</div> - <div class="verse indent4">That anxious hearts beat high!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Battle of Great Bethel</i>: Fought on Sunday, June -9, 1861. Dedicated to Magruder and his command: by “C.,” an -American patriot not 14 years old. (Mr. Samuel’s Scrapbook, -Ridgway Library.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Brave Virginians! on this day</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Drive the Northern horde away!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Battle of Hampton Roads</i>: By Ossian D. Gorman. (W. G. S. -from the Macon <i>Daily Telegraph</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ne’er had a scene of beauty smiled</div> - <div class="verse indent6">On placid waters ’neath the sun.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Battle of Hampton Roads</i>: By Tenella, [Mrs. Clarke of -N. C.] (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Now, once again, let Southern hearts unite in thankful praise,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To the mighty God of battle, mysterious in his ways;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Battle of Manassas</i>: July 21, 1861. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The bridal of the earth and sky! the blessed Sabbath-morn,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Brightens into the perfect day from its soft rosy dawn;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Battle of Manassas</i>: Dedicated to General Beauregard, -C. S. A.: by Mrs. Clarke, wife of Colonel Clarke, 14th -Regiment, N. C. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“‘Now glory to the Lord of Hosts!’ oh! bless and praise His name,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That He hath battled in our cause, and brought our foes to shame.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Battle of Manassas (July 21, 1861)</i>: By Cornelia J. M. -Jordan. (Corinth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Clear rises now, the glorious sun,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">No cloud bedims the sky,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Battle of Manassas</i>: By Susan Archer Talley: -Richmond, Aug. 3, 1861. S. L. M., Sept., 1861. (R. B. B. 61.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Now proudly lift, of sunny South,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Your glad triumphal strains,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Battle of Richmond.</i> (<i>Psalm xliv. 3-4</i>): By -George Herbert Sass, Charleston, S. C. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">“Now blessed be the Lord of Hosts through all our Southern land,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And blessed be His holy name, in whose great might we stand;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Battle of St. Paul’s (N. O.)</i>: Sung by a Louisiana -Soldier. Conquered Territory of Louisiana, New Orleans, Aug. -17, 1866. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come boys and listen while I sing</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The greatest fight yet fought”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Battle of Shiloh</i>: Louisville, Ky. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Quick, the cannon’s shot did pour</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Belching death at every roar,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Battle of Shiloh Hill</i>: Air, “Wandering Sailor,” by M. B. -Smith, Company C, 2nd Regiment, Texas Volunteers. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come all you valiant soldiers, and a story I will tell,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">It is of a noted battle you all remember well;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Battle of the Mississippi</i>: (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The tyrants’ broad pennant is floating</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In the South, o’er our waters so blue;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Battle of the Stove Pipes</i>: [By Nannie Lemmon (?).] -(R. B. B. 86½.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“On Munson’s heights the Rebel Banners wave.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Their hungry hosts, their ‘loyal’ legions brave,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Battle Rainbow</i>: By John R. Thompson, of Va. S. L. -M., June, ’62. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The warm weary day was departing, the smile</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Of the sunset gave token the tempest had ceased.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Battle Song</i>: (C. S. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Have you counted up the cost</div> - <div class="verse indent2">What is gained and what is lost”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Battle Song</i>: Air, “Humors of Glen.” (Randolph.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come strike the loud anthem! Again must the story</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of Freedom, down-trodden by tyrants, be told!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Battle Song</i>: Dedicated to Captain Ben Lane Posey, who -commanded the Red Eagle Battery at Pensacola. (S. L. M., Ed. -Table, June ’62, from the Montgomery <i>Mail</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh, give us a song, an Eagle’s Song—</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Our labor and toil rewarding,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Battle Song of the “Black Horsemen:”</i> Air, “Dixie:” By C. -Winchester, Va., Oct., 1861. (R. B. B. p. 8.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We have come from the brave Southwest</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On fairy steeds, with throbbing breast,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Battle Song of the Invaded</i>: (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The foe! They come! They come!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Light up the beacon pyre;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Battle Song of the Maryland Line</i>: (R. B. B. 77.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“To arms! to arms! the fight’s begun</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Virginia sounds the call;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Battle Song of the South</i>: By P. E. Collins. (Fag.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Land of our birth, thee, thee I sing,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Proud heritage is thine,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Bay Blossom Cottage</i>: By Lieutenant H. C. Wright. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh, how dear to the heart are these hours of bliss,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Which ‘Bay-Blossom’ e’er brings to my view!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Baylor’s Partisan Rangers</i>: Air, “Dixie.” By Mary L. -Wilson, of San Antonio. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">“Hear the summons, sons of Texas!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Now the fierce invaders nex us.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Bayon City Guard’s Dixie</i>: By the Company’s own poet. -(Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“From Houston City and Brazos bottom,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From selling goods, and making cotton,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Bayon City Guard’s Song in the Chickahominy Swamp</i>: -(Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Fighting for our rights now, feasting when they’re won,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By the Cross and Stars, boys, fluttering in the sun”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Beaufort</i>: By W. J. Grayson, of South Carolina. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Old home! what blessings late were yours:</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The gifts of peace, the songs of joy!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Beau-Regard</i>: Sung at the Montgomery Theatre on Friday -night, by Mr. M. A. Arnold: by Baron, April 12, 1861. (R. N. S. -from the Montgomery <i>Mail</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Flashing, flashing along the wires</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The glorious news each heart inspires,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Beauregard</i>: A Historical Poem: by Kate Luby F——. (P. & -P. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“In Pavia’s bloody battle field</div> - <div class="verse indent4">As troubadours do sing,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Beauregard</i>: By Catherine A. Warfield of Mississippi: (W. -G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Let the trumpet shout once more,</div> - <div class="verse indent16">Beauregard!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Beauregard</i>: Written after the Battle of Shiloh, when -Beauregard became Commander-in-Chief: by C. A. Warfield of -Kentucky. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Our trust is now in thee,</div> - <div class="verse indent12">Beauregard!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Beauregard at Shiloh</i>: Lines found on the dead body of a -Confederate soldier after the battle of Williamsburg. (R. B. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Now glory to the Lord of Hosts,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And glory the reward”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Beauregard’s Appeal</i>: By Paul H. Hayne. (S. S. from the -Charleston <i>Courier</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Yea! though the need is bitter,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Take down those sacred bells!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Beleaguered City</i>: By Rosa Vertner Jeffrey. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“There’s a beautiful city, far, far, away,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">In the land of myrtle and the rose,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Ben M’Culloch</i>: Air, “Something new comes every day.” -(R. B. B. 65.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh, have you heard of the brave old fellow</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He goes by the name of Ben McCulloch,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Ben M’Culloch—He Fell At His Post!</i> By Ned Bracken. -(Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“When the Northmen their war-banner spread; nor would give</div> - <div class="verse indent12">the right to secede,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The cause of his country he wed, in this her great hour of need”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Bentonville</i>: Written on the field, at the close of the -first day’s fight: by T. B. Catherwood. (Hubner.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Another battle has been fought, another victory won.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We’ve fought this day from rising to the setting of the sun”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Bethel</i>: (S. L. M. January, ’62.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hurrah for old Virginia! God bless the brave North State!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For they first taught the Yankee curs to dread a freeman’s hate:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Betrayal</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Dallying on as fair a landscape</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As the skies in beauty drape,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Beyond the Potomac</i>: By Paul H. Hayne. (R. R. from the -Richmond <i>Whig</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“They slept on the fields which their valor had won!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But arose with the first early blush of the sun,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Bill Hoosier’s Advice to the Hoosiers of Louisville</i>: -Three days after the battle of Richmond, Kentucky. Air, “Sing, -sing, Darkies, sing:” by Kentucky. Sept. 2, 1862. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Why should Hoosiers spill their blood</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To enrich Kentucky mud?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Black Flag</i>: By Paul H. Hayne. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Like the roar of the wintry surges, on a wild tempestuous strand</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The voice of the maddened millions comes up from an outraged land;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>The Blessed Hand</i>: Respectfully dedicated to the Ladies -of the Southern Relief Fair: by S. T. Wallis, Baltimore, April -8, 1866: “There is a legend of an English Monk, who died at the -monastery of Aremberg, where he had copied and illuminated many -books, hoping to be rewarded in Heaven. Long after his death, -his tomb was opened, and nothing could be seen of his remains -but the right hand with which he had done his pious work, and -which had been miraculously preserved from decay.” (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“For you and me, who love the light</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Of God’s uncloistered day,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Blessed Heart</i>: Suggested by “The Blessed Hand.” -Gratefully dedicated to the Ladies of the Southern Relief Fair -by Mrs. M. M. of Columbia, S. C. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I sing not of ‘The Blessed Hand,’</div> - <div class="verse indent8">That has so well been sung,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Blessed Union—Epigram</i>: (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Doubtless to some, with length of ears,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">To gratify an ape’s desire,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Blockaders</i>: Dedicated to A. Lincoln: by Paul H. -Hayne. (Bohemian from the Charleston <i>Mercury</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Across this threatening ocean tide,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I see the despot’s vessels ride,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Bloody Day is Dawning</i>: By William Munford. July, 1864; -In the trenches before Petersburg. (Newspaper clipping from -<i>The Baltimore American</i>, c. 1895.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Because I know by those sweet tears that gushed</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Fresh from thine eyes when, proffered to your beauty,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Blue Coats Are Over the Border</i>: Air, “Blue Bonnets are -over the Border:” Inscribed to Captain Mitchell: by Kentucky. -(S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Kentucky’s banner spreads</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Its folds above our heads;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Blue Cockade</i>: By Mary Walsingham Crean: (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“God be with the laddie, who wears the blue cockade.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He’s gone to fight the battle of our darling Southern land!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Bold Engineer</i>: Air, “Young Lockinvar:” by O. H. S. -Baltimore, Oct. 14, 1861. (R. B. B. 59.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O bully George B. has come out of the West,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Of all that wide border the scourge and the pest.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Bold Privateer</i>: Published by Thomas G. Doyle, -Bookseller, Stationer, and Song Publisher, No. 279 N. Gay St., -Baltimore. (Wash. No. 29.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“It’s O! my dearest Polly</div> - <div class="verse indent6">You and I must part,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Bombardment and Battles of Galveston</i>: Air, “Auld Lang -Syne.” June 1, 1862-January 1, 1863: by S. R. Ezzell, of -Captain Daly’s Company. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The Yankees hate the Lone Star State, because she did secede,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">At Galveston they’ve now begun to make her soldiers bleed.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Bonnie Blue Flag</i>: By Annie Chambers Ketchum. (G. C. -E.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come, brothers! rally for the right!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The bravest of the brave.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Bonnie Blue Flag</i>: By Harry Macarthy. (C. S. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We are a band of brothers, and native to the soil,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Fighting for our liberty, with treasure, blood and toil,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Bonnie Dundee of the Border</i>: Inscribed to Colonel -Wm. S. Hawkins, of the Western Army: by Clarine Rirnarde. (W. -L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh, lightly his proud plume floats over the field,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">And the battle-god smileth his honors above him,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Bonnie White Flag: Or the Prisoners’ Invocation to -Peace</i>: Air, “Bonnie Blue Flag:” by Colonel W. S. Hawkins, -C. S. A., in Camp Chase Ventilator, 1864. (Fag.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Though we’re a band of prisoners,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Let each be firm and true,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Border Ranger</i>: The Mountain Partisan: by W. G. -Simms. (S. L. M., Feb. March, ’62.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“My rifle, pouch and knife,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">My steed, and then we part,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Bouquet de Bal</i>: A Ballad dedicated to Miss J——: by F. -B. (W. F.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“She stepped within the lighted hall</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And dimmed the lesser beauties all.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Boy Picket: or Charley’s Guard</i>: By a Lady of -Kentucky. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Wearily my footsteps their measured cadence keep,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While my tired comrades are wrapped in slumber deep,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Boy Soldier</i>: By a Lady of Savannah. (W. G. S. from -the Richmond <i>Dispatch</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“He is acting o’er the battle,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">With his cap and feather gay,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Boy Who Thinkest to Be Wed</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Boy who thinkest to be wed,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By remembrance of our dead,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Boys! Keep Your Powder Dry</i>: (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Can’st tell who lose the battle, oft in the councils-field?</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Not they who struggle bravely, not they who never yield.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Bowing Her Head</i>: (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Her head is bowed downwards; so pensive her air,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">As she looks on the ground with her pale, solemn face,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Brave Deeds—Brave Fruits</i>: Sonnet: by Wm. Gilmore Simms. -(Am. from <i>Southern Opinion</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The record should be made of each brave deed</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That brings us Pride and Freedom as its fruits,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Brave Girl’s Fate</i>: By Miriam Erle. Charleston, S. C., -A. D., 1864. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The battle riot raged without</div> - <div class="verse indent4">A city’s strong, defiant walls,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Brass-Mounted Army</i>: Air, “Southern Wagon:” by ——, -of Colonel A. Bucher’s Regiment. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O Soldiers! I’ve concluded to make a little song,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And if I tell no falsehood, there can be nothing wrong;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Bridal Gift</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Fair one, soon my bride to be,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">What shall be my gift to thee?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Brigadier General John H. Morgan in a Penitentiary!</i> By -Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hide him in a dark cell,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And fame will crown him there!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Brigand Brigade</i>: (Bohemian.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“When Abe called the Council together,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Secession at large to discuss,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Broken Bench</i>: A Ballad: By F. B. Chattawa, August, 1862. -(W. F.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I stood upon the bridge of sighs,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">A wooden bench of common size”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Broken Mug</i>: Ode (So-called) on a Late Melancholy -Accident in the Shenandoah Valley (so-called): by John Esten -Cooke. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“My mug is broken, my heart is sad!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">What woes can fate still hold in store!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Broken Sword</i>: Suggested by an incident which -occurred after the surrender of Fort Donaldson: by Walker -Meriweather Bell. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“No; never shall this trusty glaive,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Which I so long have borne.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Broker’s ‘Stamp Act’ Lament</i>: July, 1862: (R. B. B. -10.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Lord save the South from Liberty (?)</div> - <div class="verse indent8">‘Beast’ Butler and his masters!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Brotherly Kindness of 1861</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“‘They’ would burst Southern hearts in twain,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Nor care if so they could regain”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Bugle Call</i>: By Colonel John Milledge, of Ga. (Im.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I love to feel upon my bridle bit</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The champ of a thoroughbred,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Bugle Note</i>: By A. Lansing Burrows. (Bohemian from the -Richmond <i>Dispatch</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Tramp! tramp! tramp! steadily on to the foe;</div> - <div class="verse indent4">With banners afloat in the stirring breeze,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Bull Run—A Parody</i>: (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“At Bull Run where the sun was low,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Each Southern face grew pale as snow”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Bull’s Run</i>: Air, “Wait for the Wagon.” (R. B. B. 11.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Says Greely, to Scott, to Richmond, why not,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">These Southerns are only in fun,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Burial of Brigadier General M. Jenkins</i>: At Summerville, -Whitsunday, May 15, 1864: by “C. G. P.” (Amaranth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Bring blossoms from the rosy beds of May,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bay from the woodland, myrtle from the bowers,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Burial of Captain O. Jennings Wise</i>: Killed at -Roanoke Island, Feb. 8, 1862: by Accomac. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Mournfully the bells are tolling,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the muffled drums are rolling,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Burial of Latane</i>: By Jno. R. Thompson. S. L. M., -July and August 1862. <i>Note</i>: The beautiful image in -the including stanza is borrowed and some of the language is -versified from the eloquent remarks of the Honorable R. M. T. -Hunter, on the death of Ex-President Tyler. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The combat raged not long, but ours the day,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And, through the hosts that compassed us around,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Burial of Lieutenant General Jackson</i>: Air, “Oporto:” by -R. W. Kercheval, Esq. (Im.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Comrades, advance! Your colors drape with mourning,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Muffled your drums, and arms reversed, ye brave,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Burial of the Tough Beef in Galveston</i>: March 5, 1864. -(Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The Sabbath sun shone bright and fair,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The earth rejoiced in gladness,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Burn the Cotton</i>: By Estelle, Memphis, Tenn., May 16, -1862. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Burn the cotton! burn the cotton!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Let the solemn triumph rise,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Bury Me on the Field, Boys</i>: By Mary S. Grayson, of Md. -(Amaranth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Bury me on the field, boys!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">When the deadly strife is over;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Bury Our Dead</i>: (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Bury our dead! From Rama’s shore!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">From every beauteous Southland vale,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Butler’s Proclamation</i>: By Paul H. Hayne, of S. C. (E. V. -M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Aye, drop the treacherous mask! throw by</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The cloak which veiled thine instincts fell”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>By the Banks of Red River</i>: By E. E. Kidd. (Fag.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh, gone is the soul from his wondrous dark eye,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">And gone is her life’s dearest glory.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>By the Camp Fire</i>: By Fanny Murdaugh Downing. (E. V. M. -’69)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The sun has fallen: cool and deep</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The night wind moans in murmurs low.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>By the Camp Fire</i>: By Viola. [Fannie M. Downing] (E. V. -M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The snow has fallen thick and soft,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The cold wind mourns in murmurs harsh”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Cadets at New Market</i>: By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. -(Corinth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Onward they come, they come!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">’Mid the wild battle-hum”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Call</i>: By A. B. Baltimore, Oct., 1862. (R. B. B. 71.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Maryland! Maryland!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Stainless in story”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Call</i>: To Editor <i>South Carolinian</i>. By -Barhamville. Jan., 1861. (R. N. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hark, the shout! from shore to mountain</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Hark the war note raises high!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Call!</i> By Jennie. (B. C. L. Ledger 1411.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Sons of Maryland, arouse!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">They who sealed your eyes in sleep,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Call All! Call All!</i> By Georgia. (C. C. from the -Rockingham, Va., <i>Register</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Whoop! The Doodles have broken loose</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Running around like the very deuce”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Call of Freedom</i>: Richmond, May 1, 1861. (R. A.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hark! To the rescue! Freedom calls,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where triumph’s banners brightly wave,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Call to Kentuckians</i>: By a Southern Rights Woman. -Louisville, Ky., June 24, 1862. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Sons of Kentucky! arise from your dreaming</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Awake and to arms! for the foe draweth nigh:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Cameo Bracelet</i>: By James B. Randall, of Maryland. -(W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Eva sits on the ottoman there,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sits by a Psyche carved in stone.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Campaign Ballad</i>: By Rev. J. E. Carnes. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Young Florida sends for their clan—the old Dominion’s brave,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With sons of Texas, lead the van, to glory or the grave;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Camp Douglas By the Lake</i>: A Prison Song. Air, “Cottage -by the Sea.” (Fag.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Childhood’s days have long since faded,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Youth’s bright dreams like lights gone out,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Cannoneer’s Doom</i>: A legend of the 19th century: by F. -B., Cottage Hill, Ala., Sept. 7, 1863. (W. F.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh, tell me not of trimmings red,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Thus sighed a cannoneer,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Cannon Song</i>: (S. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Aha! a song for the trumpet’s tongue!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For the bugle to sing before us,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Captain Maffit’s Ballad of the Sea</i>: (W. G. S. from the -Charleston <i>Mercury</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Though winds are high and skies are dark</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the stars scarce show us a meteor spark;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Captain’s Story</i>: (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We rested on the battle field</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The busy day was o’er.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Captain With His Whiskers</i>: (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“As they marched through the town with their banners so gay</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I ran to the window just to hear the band play;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Cap That Poor Henderson Wore</i>: By Willie Lightheart. -Charleston, S. C. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Tattered and threadbare, greasy and torn,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Faded and worn though it be,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Captives Going Home</i>: (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“No flaunting banners o’er them wave</div> - <div class="verse indent2">No arms flash back the sun’s bright ray.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Captured Epaulette</i>: By M. J. P. [Mrs. M. J. -Preston?] (P. & P. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh! we’ve beaten them gallantly! back from our soil,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We have hurled the invader and taken his spoil,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Captured Flag</i>: By Kentucky. Jan. 29, 1862. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“It is not strange that you should like to get</div> - <div class="verse indent10">Sight of the flag that waved”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Capture of 17 of Company H., 4th Texas Cavalry</i>: Air, -“Wake Snakes and Bite a Biskit.” (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“’Twas early in the morning of eighteen sixty-three,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">We started out on picket, not knowing what we’d see:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Carmen Triumphale</i>: By Henry Timrod. (W. G. S. from the -<i>Southern Illustrated News</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Go forth and bid the land rejoice,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Yet not too gladly, oh my song!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Carolina</i>: By Mrs. C. A. B. (Fag.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“’Mid her ruins proudly stands,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Our Carolina!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Carolina</i>: Inscribed to the Pee Dee Legion, General W. W. -Harlee, New Orleans, Dec. 1, 1861: by Mrs. Anna Peyre Dennies. -(E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“In the hour of thy glory</div> - <div class="verse indent6">When thy name was far renowned,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Carolina</i>: By Henry Timrod. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The despot treads thy sacred sands,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Thy pines give shelter to his bands,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Carolina</i>: April 14, 1861: by John A. Wagener, of S. C. -(W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Carolina! Carolina!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Noble name in State and story”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Carolina’s Hymn</i>: For the <i>Courier</i>: by E. B. C., -Jan. 1861. (R. N. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Be merciful, O God; the crimson tide</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Of sanguinary war, a cooling flood,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Cavalier and Roundhead</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Will he ne’er come again,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Come into my waiting arms?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Cavaliers’ Glee</i>: Air, “The Pirates’ Glee:” by -Captain Wm. Blackford, of General Stuart’s staff. (S. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Spur on! spur on! we love the bounding</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Of barbs that bear us to the fray:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Cavalier’s Serenade</i>: By Colonel Wm. S. Hawkins. -(Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O, come to the heart that is beating for thee!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By the hope of my freedom, my bride thou shalt be.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Charade</i>: [Jackson?] (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“My first is seen on a field of green</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And a lucky elf is he,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Charge of the Georgia Eighth</i>: At the Battle of -Manassas, July 21, 1861: by Marie Key Steele, of Md. (E. V. M., -’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The rising sun shines gaily,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On proud Manassas height,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Charge of Hagood’s Bridage</i>: Weldon Railroad, Aug. 21, -1864. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Scarce seven hundred men they stand</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In tattered, rude array,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Charge of the Louisiana Brigade at Atlanta</i>: July 28, -1864: by F. B., Atlanta, Aug. 17, 1864. (W. F.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Thunders that roll along</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Mountains and rocks among,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Charge of the Night Brigade</i>: Baltimore, July 13, 1861. -(E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“At three o’clock, three o’clock,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Three o’clock, onward”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Charles B. Dreux</i>: By James R. Randall. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Weep, Louisiana, weep the gallant dead!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Weave the green laurel o’er the undaunted head!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Charleston</i>: Written for the Charleston <i>Courier</i> in -1863: by Miss E. B. Cheeseborough. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Proudly she stands by the crystal sea,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Within the fires of hate around her,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Charleston</i>: By Paul H. Hayne. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“What! still does the Mother of Treason uprear</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Her crest ’gainst the Furies that darken her sea?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Charleston</i>: By Paul H. Hayne. (Amaranth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Calmly beside her Tropic strand</div> - <div class="verse indent4">An Empress, brave and loyal,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Charleston</i>: By Henry Timrod: Jan., 1863. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Calm as that second summer which precedes</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The first fall of the snow,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Charlestonians and Yankees</i>: Dialogue between Yankees and -the Charlestonians: by Kentucky. (S. O. S.) April, 1863.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ho! heigho! for Charleston, ho!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Charmed Life</i>: (2 Kings vi, 16): by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ah! ours is such a little, half-armed band</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Compared to those who fight to win our land!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Cheer, Boys, Cheer!</i> [This was the favorite song of the -Kentuckians, and was sung by Southern troops under General -Basil Duke at the Battle of Shiloh. Several versions of adapted -words were sung to the melody of this song. One of the versions -was dedicated to Horace Greely and circulated throughout the -North. The original “Cheer, Boys, Cheer,” has, however, always -remained closely identified with Southern sentiment.] (Phot. -Hist.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Cheer, boys, cheer! no more of idle sorrow:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Courage, true hearts shall bear us on our way,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Chickamauga</i>, “<i>The Stream of Death</i>:” (W. G. S. -from the Richmond <i>Sentinel</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Chickamauga! Chickamauga!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">O’er thy dark and turbid wave”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Chief Justice Taney</i>: Air, “The Days of Absence.” (R. B. -B., 110.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hail, thou noble hearted lawyer,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Advocate of human rights:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Chimes of St. Paul’s</i>: by Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke -of N. C.] (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“When first St. Paul’s, your sweet-voiced chimes</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Shed music on the air,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Chivalrous C. S. A.</i>: Air, “Vive la Compagnie!” by B. -Baltimore, Sept. 21, 1861. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I’ll sing you a song of the South’s sunny clime,</div> - <div class="verse indent12">Chivalrous C. S. A.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Christian Love in Battle</i>: An incident which occurred -at Manassas. Waterproof, La., July 21, 1861: by Wm. -H. Holcombe. (S. L. M., Sept., 1861.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The Northern soldier reeled and fell</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Upon the bloody ground to die:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Christmas Carol, for 1862</i>: From “Beechenbrook:” by Mrs. -M. J. Preston, of Va. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Halt, the march is over</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Day is almost done;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Christmas Day, A. D., 1861</i>: By M. J. H. (Bohemian.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The day’s high festival is come,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The time of careless mirth,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Christmas Eve</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Christmas is here—time to be glad!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Alas! I seldom am so sad”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Christmas, 1863</i>: By Henry Timrod, of S. C. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“How grace this hallowed day?</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Shall hallowed bells from yonder ancient spire”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Christmas Night of ’62</i>: By W. G. McCabe. S. L. M., Jan., -’63. (B. E.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The wintry blast goes wailing by.</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The snow is falling overhead.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Chronicle of Fort Sumter</i>: (Bohemian from the Charleston -<i>Courier</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Night lingered over quiet shore and bay</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In grim repose where fort and battery lay,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Church of the North</i>: Inscribed to Bishop Hopkins, of -Vermont. Written during the General Convention, Oct., 1862: by -Kentucky. (S. C. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“In the midst of raging billows</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Zion’s harp hung on the willows,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Church of the South to the Church of the North</i>: -Written on reading an article in the <i>Church Journal of New -York</i>, which I cannot now find: by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We are not divided—no never! no! no!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For the Church of the North cannot be our foe:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Civile Bellum</i>: [In many collections this poem is -entitled “The Fancy Shot.” It was first published in London, -in the paper called “Once A Week,” signed “From the Once -United States,” and was there entitled “Civile Bellum.” It is -believed to be the work of Charles Dawson Shavley, who died in -1876.—<i>Editor.</i>] (G. C. E.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Rifleman, shoot me a fancy shot</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Right at the heart of yon prowling vidette,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Cleburne</i>: (Im.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“How far and fast the autumn blast</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Beats the dead leaves o’er the ground:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Cleburne</i>: “Another Star now Shines on High:” by M. A. -Jennings of Alabama. (W. G. S. from the Selma <i>Dispatch</i>, -1864.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Another ray of light hath fled, another Southern brave</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Hath fallen in his country’s cause, and found a laurelled grave,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Clerk’s Lament</i>: By F. B., Dalton, March 26, 1863. -(W. F.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Give my companions back to me,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">My rock built hut so gray,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Cliff Beside the Sea</i>: By Colonel W. W. Fontaine. -(Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Five summers bright have come and gone,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">A weary time to me,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Close the Ranks</i>: By John L. Sullivan. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The fell invader is before!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Close the ranks! Close up the ranks!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Clouds in the West</i>: By A. J. Requier, of Alabama. (W. G. -S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hark! on the wind that whistles from the West</div> - <div class="verse indent6">A manly shout for instant succor comes”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Clouds of War</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O God, the clouds of war press heavily!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I pant and pant; now I can scarcely breathe,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Coast-Guard Cogitations</i>: By Carlos. (Bohemian from the -Richmond <i>Dispatch</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“On the cold, white sand</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of a wave-washed strand,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Coercion</i>: A Poem for Then and Now: by John R. Thompson, -of Va. S. L. M., March, 1861. (S. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Who talks of Coercion? who dares to deny</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A resolute people the right to be free”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Colonel B. F. Terry</i>: By J. R. Barrick, Glasgow, Ky. -(Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent8">“There is a wail</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As if the voice of sadness, long and deep,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Colonel Gilbert</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The petty Cromwell of our State oppressed</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Is Buckeye Gilbert, as must be confessed;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Color-Bearer</i>: By Mrs. Margaret J. Preston. (E. V. -M., ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The shock of battle swept the lines,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And wounded men, and slain,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Columbia</i>: By J. C. J. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“On thy banks, in pride and beauty</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Stands the city, Congaree!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Coming at Last</i>: By Geo. H. Miles. Frederick Co., Md. -(E.V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Up on the hill there,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Who are they, pray,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Company A. Seventh Regiment, Texas Cavalry</i>: Air, “Bonnie -Blue Flag:” by Mrs. Dr. M’Grew. Refugio, Texas, Feb. 3, 1863. -(Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Let genius bring, on silver wing, her richest best oblation,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To crown thy brow, fair as the snow, young and potent nation!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Company L, 20th Regiment, T. V. I.</i>: Air, “Root Hog or -Die:” by a Private in said company. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O here is our Company, the famous Company K</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They are always on the sick list unless it’s ration day”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Confederacy</i>: By Jane T. H. Cross. (W. G. S. from the -Southern Christian Advocate, 1864.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Born to a day, full grown, our Nation stood,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The pearly light of heaven was her face,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Confederate Dead</i>: By author of “Albert Hastings.” -A.D., 1866. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O, not o’er these, the true and brave</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Whose mangled forms in many a grave”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Confederate Dead</i>: By Latienne. Enfala, Ala., June, -(1866?) (E. V. M. from the Macon <i>Journal</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“From the broad and calm Potomac,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Is the Rio Grande’s waves,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Confederate Dead</i>: (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“They sleep. Go not to Rome nor Greece</div> - <div class="verse indent6">For history knows no nobler race,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Confederate Flag</i>: (E. V. M. ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“No more o’er living hearts to wave,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Its tattered folds forever furled,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Confederate Flag</i>: By J. R. Barrick. Glasgow, Ky. (R. -R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Flag of the South! Flag of the free!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Thy stars shall cheer each eye,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Confederate Flag</i>: Written by Mrs. C. D. Elder of New -Orleans: music by Sig. G. George of Norfolk, Va. (R. B. B., -16½.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Bright banner of freedom, with pride I unfold thee:</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Fair flag of my country, with love I behold thee,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Confederate Flag</i>: By H. L. Flash. (Amaranth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Four stormy years we saw it gleam</div> - <div class="verse indent4">A people’s hope—and then refurled”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>The Confederate Flag</i>: Red, White and Blue. Composed and -Sung by J. S. Prevatt, Co. E., 6th Ga. Regiment. (R. B. B., -16½.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“On the Banks of the Potomac, there’s an army so grand,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Whose object’s to subjugate Dixie’s fair land”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Confederate Land</i>: By H. H. Strawbridge. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“States of the South! Confederate Land!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Our foe has come—the hour is nigh;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Confederate Note</i>: (E. V. M., also C. S. B. No. 25.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Representing nothing on God’s earth now,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And naught in the water below it:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Confederate Oath</i>: Air, “My Maryland;” circulated sub -rosa in New Orleans. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“By the Cross upon our banner, glory of our Southern sky,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Swear we now, a band of brothers, free to live, or free to die”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Confederate Officer to His Lady Love</i>: By Major -McKnight (“Asa Hartz”), A. A. B., General Loring’s staff. -Johnston’s Island. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“My love reposes on a rosewood frame,</div> - <div class="verse indent12">A bunk have I:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Confederate Paradox</i>: “The falling debris now aids in -strengthening Fort Sumter,” Telegram, Charleston, Nov. 6, 1863. -(W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">“A seeming evil often is</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A great and glorious benefit,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Confederate Soldier’s Wife—Parting from Her -Husband.</i> (R. B. B., 17.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Here is thy trusty blade!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Take it, and wield it in a glorious cause;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Confederate Song</i>: Air, “Bruce’s Address.” Dedicated to -the Kirk’s Ferry Rangers: by their captain, E. Lloyd Wailes. -Sung by the Glee Club on July 4, 1861, at the Kirk’s Ferry -barbecue, Catahoula, La. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Rally round our country’s flag!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Rally, boys, nor do not lag,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Confederate States</i>: (R. B. B., 16.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Yankees may sing of their rank pork and beans,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Their dollars and cents are but fabulous dreams”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Confederate Valentine</i>: To Miss Jewly Ann Pious: by -Peter Barlow. Picked up, A. D., 1863. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“When these lines you read</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Think not of him unkind”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Confiscation</i>: A Wife to Her Husband: by Kentucky. (S. O. -S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Let us go forth into the cold, cold snow!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A tyrant says we must, or bow us low”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Congressman Ely</i>: Air, “Hi Ho Dobbin.” (Wash’n, 44.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“As I rode down to Manassas one day,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With heart light as air and spirit so gay,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Conquered</i>: By F. B. (W. F.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Like the bird who sings at midnight,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">I am lone,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Conquered Banner</i>: By Moina. [The Reverend J. A. -Ryan, of Knoxville, Diocese of Nashville, Tenn.]: music by A. -E. Blackmar. (E. V. M. from the Freeman’s Journal, June 24, -1865.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Furl that banner for ’tis weary</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Round its staff ’tis drooping dreary;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Conscription Bill</i>: (S. L. M., April, ’62.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Let us hail in this crisis the prosperous omen</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That our Senate shows virtue higher than Roman;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Conscript’s Departure</i>: (Army.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“You are going far away, far away from your Jeanette,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">There is no one left to love me now, and you, too, may forget,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Contraband</i>: (Cav.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Say, darkies, hab you seen ole massa</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Wif de mustach on his face,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Corinth.</i> (<i>April, 1862</i>): By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. -(Corinth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Land of the Pioneer—behold! come</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To drink thy balmy airs enchanting West”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Cotton Boll</i>: By Henry Timrod. (W. G. S. from the -Charleston Mercury.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“While I recline</div> - <div class="verse indent2">At ease beneath”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Cotton-Burners’ Hymn</i>: “On yesterday, all the cotton -in Memphis, and throughout the country, was burned. Probably -not less than 300,000 bales have been burned in the last -three days in West Tennessee and North Mississippi.”—Memphis -<i>Appeal</i>. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Lo! where Mississippi rolls</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Oceanward its stream,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Cotton Doodle</i>: Written by a lady on learning that Yankee -Doodle had been hissed in New Orleans. San Antonio, Jan. 2, -1861. (S. L. M., Ed. Table, Feb. 1861.) From the Galveston -<i>Evening News</i>.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hurrah for brave King Cotton!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The Southerners are singing;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Cotton is King</i>: By N. G. R., [Dr. N. G. Ridgley] -Baltimore, Jan. 1, 1862. (R. B. B., 18.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“All hail to the great King.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Quick to him your tribute bring”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>The Cotton States’ Farewell to Yankee Doodle</i>: Atlanta, -Ga., Feb. 1, 1861. (C. S. B. from the Richmond <i>Dispatch</i>, -copied from the Georgia papers.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Yankee Doodle fare you well</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Rice and cotton float you;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Countersign</i>: By Colonel W. W. Fontaine. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Alas! the weary hours pass slow,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The night is very dark and still,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Country, Home and Liberty</i>: (R. B. B., 18.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Freedom calls you! Quick be ready,—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Rouse ye in the name of God,—”</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Creation of Dixie</i>: 1861. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Created by a nation’s glee</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With jest and song and revelry”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Crippled for Life</i>: By Leola. [Mrs. Loula W. Rogers of -Ga.] “Mountain Home,” S. W. Virginia, Dec. 1, 1862. (S. L. M., -Nov. and Dec., ’62.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“On a low couch as the bright day is dying</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Young, helpless and hopeless, a soldier is lying,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Cruci Dum Spiro, Fido</i>: By J. C. M. New York, March 20, -1866. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“You may furl the gleaming star-cross</div> - <div class="verse indent4">That lit a hundred fields,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Cry to Arms</i>: By Henry Timrod, New Orleans, March 9, -1862. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ho! woodsmen of the mountain-side!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Ho! dwellers in the vales!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Darlings at Home</i>: By Colonel C. G. Forshey. (Alsb.):</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The sentinel treads his martial round,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Afar from his humble home”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Da Vis!</i>: By Quien Sabe? Baltimore, Feb. 10, 1862. (R. B. -B. 73.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Give us one chance, ’tis all we ask,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Be retribution then our task:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Dead</i>: (Randolph.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“On the field of battle lying,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Was a youthful hero dying”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Dead</i>: By C. C. (Amaranth from the Richmond -<i>Examiner</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Dead! well I have written the word, and I gaze</div> - <div class="verse indent6">On it still and again,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Dead</i>: By Colonel W. S. Hawkins, C. S. A.; prisoner of -war. Camp Chase, Ohio, March, 1865. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Dead! with no loving hand to part</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The soft hair back from the pallid brow”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Dead Jackson</i>: (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A chaplet! as ye pause ye brave</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Beside the broad Potomac’s wave”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Dead on Manassas Plain</i>: By J. Augustine Signaigo. (I. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Close beside the broken grasses,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Near the setting of the day,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Dead Soldier</i>: (E. V. M., ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Go where the dying soldiers lie</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Eve blushing closes now her eye,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Dear Liberty: or Maryland Will Be Free</i>: Air, “Carry me -back to old Virginny:” by Miss R. L., a Daughter of Dixie. (R. -B. B., 73.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Farewell dear Liberty, farewell for awhile,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Ere long we’ll greet thee again.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Dear Mother I’ve Come Home to Die</i>: Music by Henry -Tucker: words by E. Bowers. Geo. Dunn & Co., Richmond, Va. (R. -B. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Dear Mother, I remember well,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The parting kiss you gave to me”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Death-Bed of Stonewall Jackson</i>: By Colonel B. H. Jones. -(Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Stretched on his couch the Christian warrior lies;</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Cold perspiration beads his marble brow;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Death of Ashby</i>: By J. A. Via. Richmond, June 16, -1862. (S. L. M., May, 1862.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Wild rings the raging battle cry;</div> - <div class="verse indent4">It’s thunders echo in the sky,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Death of General A. S. Johnston</i>: (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A nation tolls his requiem;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bring forth the victor’s diadem,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Death of Albert Sidney Johnston</i>: By George B. Milnor, -Harrisburg, Tex. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The sun was sinking o’er the battle plain,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Where the night winds were already sighing,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Death of Jackson</i>: By Cornelia M. Jordan. (Corinth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Brightly the moon o’er pallid corpses streaming,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Mingled her soft rays with the cannon’s breath,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Death of William H. Mitchell</i>: Killed at Gettysburg: by -Lieutenant J. E. Dooley. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“So bright in his genius—so bright in his youth</div> - <div class="verse indent10">Gone to his grave!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Death of Polk</i>: (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We hear a solemn saddening sound,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">A mournful knell;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Death of Stonewall Jackson</i>: (Fag.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“On a bright May morn in ’sixty-three,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">And eager for the action,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Death of Stonewall Jackson</i>: By Thomas Q. Barnes. -(Barnes.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Southrons all bewail the loss</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Of a hero true and brave,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Death of the Lincoln Despotism</i>: Air, “Root, Hog, or -Die:” (P. & P. B. from the Richmond <i>Times-Despatch</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“’Twas out upon mid-ocean that the San Jacinta hailed</div> - <div class="verse indent2">An English neutral vessel, while on her course she sailed.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Death of the Young Partisan</i>: By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. -(Richmond.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“He fell—not where numbers were falling</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Whose groans with the cannon peal blend,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Debt of Maryland</i>: By H. Baltimore, Oct. 16, 1861. -(R. B. B., 72.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Remember, men of Maryland,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">You have a debt to pay.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>De Cotton Down in Dixie</i>: (“These capital verses were -found on board of the English barque ‘Premier’ in January, -1863, bound from Liverpool to Havana, sixty miles west of -Madeira, by Lone Star, of Galveston, Texas.”) (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I’m gwine back to de land of cotton,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Wid de ‘English Flag’ in an ‘English Bottom’”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Dedicated to the Baltimore Light Artillery, C. S. A.</i>: by -Captain G. W. Alexander. (R. B. B. 81.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The Maryland boys are coming</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Dost hear their stirring drums?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Dedication: To Mrs. Fanny S. Bears</i>: By F. B. Kingston, -Feb. 23, 1864. (W. F.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“To you, though known but yesterday, I trust</div> - <div class="verse indent2">These winged thoughts of mine”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Dejected</i>: By G. W. Archer, M. D.: In the Field, -Sept.’64. (E. V. M., ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Turmoil, never, never ending!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Clamor, clangor, grasp and groan!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Desolated</i>: By Fanny Downing. (E. V. M. ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A weight of suffering my spirit seals</div> - <div class="verse indent4">As I stand of life’s sweetest joys bereft,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Despondency</i>: By Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke of N. C.] -(E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The waters in life’s goblet sink,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Which late were foaming to its brink”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>The Despot’s Song</i>: By Old Secesh. Baltimore, March 15, -1862. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“With a beard that was filthy and red</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His mouth with tobacco bespread”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Destruction of the Vandal Host at Manassas</i>: A Parody: by -J. J. H. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Abe Lincoln came down like a wolf on the fold,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And his cohorts were thirsting for silver and gold,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Devil’s Delight</i>: By John R. Thompson. (Amaranth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“To breakfast one morning the Devil came down,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By demons and vassals attended:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Devil’s Visit to Old Abe</i>: Written on the occasion of -Lincoln’s proclamation for prayer and fasting after the battle -of Manassas: by Reverend E. P. Birch, of La Grange, Ga., Feb. -10, 1862. (Wash’n 52.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Old Abe was sitting in his chair of state,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">With one foot on the mantel and one on the grate”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Devotion</i>: Jan. 1863. (Md. Hist. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Now that another year’s gone by</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And gushing tears have filled the eye”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Died</i>: Arthur Robinson: Richmond, Dec. 23, 1863. (E. V. -M. ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Gone from the tumult—gone from the strife,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From the evil times that sadden life;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Dirge</i>: by G. W. Archer, M. D., Harford Co., Md., June, -’61. (E. V. M. ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent10">“How can I rest?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">E’en in the quiet of this lonely wood”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Dirge for Ashby</i>: by Mrs. M. J. Preston: (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hear ye that thrilling word—</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Accent of dread”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Disgrace and Shame</i>: Air, “The Campbells Are Coming.” (R. -B. B. 21.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hallo! what’s the matter?</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Indigo’s blue, why this clatter”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Dixey’s Land</i>: Baltimore and Frederick Streets, -Baltimore, Md. (Wash’n 54.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Away down South in de fields ob cotton,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Pork and cabbage in de pot.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Dixie</i>: (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Dixie home of love and beauty; in the past supremely best,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Now athwart thee, falling darkly, see, a funeral shadow rest.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Dixie</i>: By Richard W. Nicholls. (N. Y. P. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Southron, your country calls you</div> - <div class="verse indent6">And in arms must now enroll you”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Dixie</i>: By Albert Pike: (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Southrons, hear your country call you!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Up, lest worse than death befall you!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Dixie</i>: 1861: By Ina Marie Porter, of Greenville, Ala. -(N. Y. P. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“In Dixie cotton loves to grow</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With leaf of green and boll of snow,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Dixie Doodle</i>: (Randolph.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Dixie whipped old Yankee Doodle early in the morning</div> - <div class="verse indent6">So Yankeedom had best look out”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Dixie the Land of King Cotton</i>: From the Highly -Successful Musical Operetta “The Vivandiere.” Words by Captain -Hughes of Vicksburg: music by J. H. Hewitt. (R. B. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">“Oh, Dixie the land of King Cotton,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The home of the brave and the free,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Dixie War Song</i>: By H. S. Stanton, Esq. (L. & L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hear ye not the sounds of battle</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sabres clash and muskets rattle?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Dix’s Manifesto</i>: Air, “Dearest Mae:” by “B.” Baltimore, -Sept. 11, 1861. (R. B. B. 23.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Once on a time in Baltimore</div> - <div class="verse indent2">There reigned a mighty King.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Dodge’s Police</i>: Air, “Wait for the Wagon.” (R. B. B. 24.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come all ye Southern lassies</div> - <div class="verse indent4">That joined in our parade,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Doffing the Gray</i>: By Lieutenant Falligant of Savannah, -Ga. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Off with your gray suits, boys—</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Off with your rebel gear”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Do They Miss Me in the Trenches!</i> Vicksburg Song. Air, -“Do They Miss Me at Home.” (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Do they miss me in the trenches, do they miss me,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">When the shells fly so thickly round,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Do We Weep For the Heroes That Died for Us?</i> By Father A. -J. Ryan. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Do we weep for the heroes who died for us,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who, living, were true and tried for us,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Down-Trodden Maryland</i>: Air, “Tom Bowling:” by B. [This -is especially interesting because the poem, which is here of -three stanzas, 1, 2 and 3, is to be found in R. B. B. 67, in -its 3rd edition, expanded to 6 stanzas, 1+a+2+b+c+3, signed N. -G. R. (Dr. N. G. Ridgely), dated Baltimore, March 4, 1862.] (R. -B. B. 64.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Down-trodden, despised, see brave Maryland lie</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The noblest of all States”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Do Ye Quail?</i> By W. Gilmore Simms. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Do you quail but to hear, Carolinians,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The first foot-tramp of Tyranny’s minions?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Dreaming</i>: By Fanny Downing. (E. V. M. ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Locked in deep and tranquil slumber,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">In a charmed trance she lies;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Dreaming in the Trenches</i>: By William Gordon M’Cabe. -Petersburg Trenches, 1864. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I picture her there in the quaint old room</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Where the fading fire-light starts and falls,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Dream Visit to the Battle Field of Sharpsburg</i>: By -Leola [Mrs. Loula W. Rogers, of Ga.] (Amaranth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hush’d was the inspiring strain of martial band,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Which late had waked the slumbering hills to life;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Drinking Song</i>: Air, “We Won’t Go Home ’Till Morning.” By -F. B. (W. F.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I’ll tell you just what I think, boys,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In troubles who wish to be gay,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Drummer Boy</i>: By James R. Brewer. Annapolis, July 28, -1862. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“All pallid upon his couch he lay,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">As death fast dimmed his eye,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Drummer Boy of Shiloh</i>: (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“On Shiloh’s dark and bloody ground the dead and wounded lay,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Amongst them was a drummer boy that beat the drum that day,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>During a Snow Storm</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Mists of beauty fill the air,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With splendor rare:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Dutch Volunteer</i>: By Harry McCarthy. (1862.) (Fag.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“It was in Ni Orleans city</div> - <div class="verse indent6">I first heard der drums und fife,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Duty and Defiance</i>: By Colonel Hamilton Washington. -(Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Raise the thrilling cry, to arms!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Texas needs us all, Texans!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Dying Confederate’s Last Words</i>: By Maryland. [Note -in pencil, by L. Katzenberger, Baltimore.] (R. B. B. 23.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Dear Comrades, on my brow the hand of death is cast,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">My breath is growing short, all pain will soon be past.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Dying Mother</i>: By Colonel B. H. Jones. Johnson’s -Island, Ohio, March, 1865. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Where Great Kanawha, ‘River of the Woods,’</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Flows tranquilly amid Virginia’s hills,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Dying Soldier</i>: (R. B. B. 22.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“My noble commander! thank God, you have come!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You know the dear ones who are waiting at home.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>The Dying Soldier</i>: By R. R. B. 1861-1862. (C. C. from -The <i>Southern Field and Fireside</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Lay him down gently where shadows lie still</div> - <div class="verse indent6">And cool, by the side of the bright mountain rill,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Dying Soldier</i>: By James A. Mecklin. (S. B. P.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Gather round him where he’s lying,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Hush your footsteps, whisper low,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Dying Soldier</i>: By Philula. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec. -’63.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I am dying, comrade, dying,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Ebbs the feeble life-tide fast,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Dying Soldier Boy</i>: Air, “Maid of Monterey:” by A. B. -Cunningham, of La. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Upon Manassas’ bloody plain, a soldier boy lay dying!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The gentle winds above his form in softest tones were sighing;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Dying Soldier, or The Moon Rose O’er the -Battle Plain</i>: An admired song composed for the pianoforte: -published by J. W. Davis & Sons, Richmond, Va., 1864. (R. B. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The moon rose o’er the battle plain</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And smiled from her dark throne,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Dying Words of Stonewall Jackson</i>: (Hubner.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The stars of night contain the glittering Day</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And rain his glory down with sweeter grace,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>1861</i>: (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Virginia’s sons are mustering, from every hill and dale,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The sound of fife and drum is borne upon the rising gale,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Eight Years Ago</i>: A Prison Lay: by W. E. Penn, of Tenn. -(Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Just eight years ago, I remember the day,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When all was so happy, so joyous and gay;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Elegy on Leaving Home</i>: Air, “Good-bye:” by Major Webber, -2nd Kentucky Cavalry, Morgan’s Command. December, 1862. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Farewell! Farewell! my fair loved land,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Where I hoped to live and die;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Ella Nocare</i>: By Dick. (S. L. M., Jan., ’64.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Fair Ella Nocare—bright Ella Nocare,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Was born of a wealthy sire”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Empty Sleeve</i>: By Dr. J. R. Bagby, of Virginia. (W. -G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Tom, old fellow, I grieve to see</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The sleeve hanging loose at your side,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Encore et Toujours Maryland</i>: by Constance Cary: -(Bohemian.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A plea for Maryland!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Outraged old Maryland!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>The Enemy Shall Never Reach Your City</i>: Andrew Jackson’s -Address to the people of New Orleans. (W. G. S. from the -Charleston <i>Mercury</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Never, while such as ye are in the breach,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Oh! brothers, sons and Southrons, never! never!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Enfants du Sud</i>: By R. Thomassy: for the <i>Courier</i>. -Nouvelle Orleans, 2 Janvier, 1861. (R. N. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Enfants du Sud, l’outrage et la menace</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Aux nobles coeurs ne laissent plus de choix.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>England’s Neutrality</i>: A Parliamentary Debate, with notes -by a Confederate Reporter: by John R. Thompson. (S. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“All ye who with credulity the whispers hear of fancy,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Or yet pursue with eagerness Hope’s wild extravagancy,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Enigma</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“My whole forms a part of what means ‘no one knows,’</div> - <div class="verse indent2">My second’s a name oft given to my foes:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Enlisted Today</i>: (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I know the sun shines, and the lilacs are blowing,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And summer sends kisses by beautiful May.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Ensign</i>: An Incident of the Battle of Gettysburg: -by Robert. Camp 1st La. Regulars, Nicholl’s Brigade, Aug. 14, -1863. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec. ’63.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The shrill bugle sounded—down the battle scarred front—</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Rang the music to many an ear,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Epistle to the Ladies</i>: By W. E. M., of General Lee’s -Army. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ye Southern maids and ladies fair,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of whatso’er degree,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Ethnogenesis</i>: Written during the meeting of the 1st -Southern Congress, at Montgomery, Feb., 1861: by Henry Timrod -of S. C. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hath not the morning dawned with added light,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">and shall not evening call another star.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Eulogy of the Dead</i>: By B. F. Porter, of Alabama. (W. G. -S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh! weep not for the dead</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Whose blood for freedom shed,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Evacuation of Manassas</i>: By Iris. Warrenton, April 5, -1862. S. L. M., Sept. and Oct., 1862, under title of <i>Rear -Guard of Army</i>. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The hills were touched with sunset tints, and the sky was painted, too,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When the rear guard of the army came marching into view,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Exchanged!</i> By Major George McKnight (“Asa Hartz”). -(Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“From his dim prison house by Lake Erie’s bleak shore,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">He is borne to his last resting place;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>The Exiled Soldiers’ Adieu to Maryland</i>: By I. Camp near -Manassas, July 5, 1861: printed in the C. S. Army. (R. B. B. -79.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Adieu my home! Adieu dear Maryland!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">For honor calls me now away from thee.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Exodus</i>: II Kings, vii, 6, 7, 15 and Joel ii, 20: by -Old Soldier. (R. B. B. 25.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O bright eyed maidens of the South, your happy voices raise,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And make your timbrels ring with sounds of triumphs and praise,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Expected Texas Invasion</i>: The Bloody Twentieth, -Galveston, Tex., March 22, 1865. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“What right have the Northmen our homes to invade—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Could the scions of freemen admit?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Fable or History</i>: (Victor Hugo) by Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. -Clarke of N. C.] (S. L. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A hungry Ape one summer’s day</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Did idly through a forest stray,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Fair and the Brave</i>: Flag Presentation to the -“Jackson Hornets” by Eleven Young Ladies at Bellefonte, -Ala. Written by a Tennessee poetess. (P. &. P. B. from the -Charleston <i>Mercury</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“First to rise against oppression</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In this glorious Southern band;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Faith of The South</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“God is the weak man’s arm,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We cannot feel despair;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Fall of Sumter, April, 1861</i>: By A. L. D. of Raleigh, -N. C. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“’Twas in the early morning, all Charleston lay asleep,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While yet the purple darkness was resting on the deep.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Farewell</i>: By F. B., Clinton, June 3, 1863. (W. F.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Farewell! Stern duty calls me fast</div> - <div class="verse indent6">’Gainst the foe,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Farewell, Forever, the Star Spangled Banner</i>: By Mrs. E. -D. Hundley, May 14, 1862. (C. S. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Let tyrants and slaves submissively tremble,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And bow down their necks ’neath the ‘Juggernaut’ car,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Farewell to Brother Johnathan</i>: By Caroline. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Farewell! we must part: we have turned from the land.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Farewell to Johnson’s Island</i>: By Major George McKnight -(Asa Hartz). (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I leave thy shore, O hated Isle,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Where misery marked my days;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>A Farewell to Pope</i>: By John R. Thompson, of Virginia. -(W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“‘Hats off’ in the crowd, ‘Present arms’ in the line,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Let the standards all bow, and the sabres incline”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Fast and Pray</i>: “I appoint Friday, Nov. 15th, a day of -general fasting and prayer,” Jefferson Davis. (Bohemian.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Soldier, on the whitened field,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Resting on thy burnished shield,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Fast Day, Nov. 1861</i>: By Miss R. Powell of Virginia. (E. -V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hark to the silvery chiming</div> - <div class="verse indent4">That stirs the quiet air,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Fate of the Republic</i>: (W. G. S. from the Charleston -<i>Mercury</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Thus, the grand fabric of a thousand years—</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Reared with such art and wisdom by a race,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Federal Vandals</i>: Micah iv, 13: by Senex. (Note by -author: The writer has taken the liberty to vary and to apply -to our Northern foes part of an original poem in MSS. written -by himself.) (R. R. and under the title of <i>It is I!</i> R. -B. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“They come, they come,—a motley crew</div> - <div class="verse indent6">For rapine, rape and plunder met;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Federal Vendue</i>: Abraham Auctionarius Loquitur. (R. -B. B. 27).</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“And going—going! Step up, friends,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I’ve lots of lumber here to sell”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Few Days</i>: (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Our country now is great and free, few days, few days;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And thus shall it ever be, we know the way;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Fiat Justitia</i>: Dedicated to the Maryland Prisoners at -Fort Warren: by a Lady of Baltimore, H. Rebel. (E. V. M., under -title of <i>God Will Repay</i> R. B. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“There is no day however darkly clouded</div> - <div class="verse indent6">But hath a brighter sun,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Field of Glory</i>: By J. H. Hewitt.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“When upon the field of glory</div> - <div class="verse indent6">’Mid the battle cry”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Field of Williamsburg</i>: To Eugene: by C. C. (S. L. -M., Aug. ’63.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Back to the field, whence yestere’en</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The Vandal Horde were flying seen,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Fiend Unbound</i>: (W. G. S. from the Charleston -<i>Mercury</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“No more with glad and happy cheer</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And smiling face, doth Christmas come”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Fight On! Fight Ever!</i> By Dr. D. M. Norfolk City Jail, -Sept. 7, 1863. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Still wave the stars and bars</div> - <div class="verse indent4">O’er Sumter’s battered walls;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Fire of Freedom</i>: (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The holy fire that nerved the Greek</div> - <div class="verse indent4">To make his stand at Marathon.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>First Love</i>: By Colonel Wm. S. Hawkins. Johnson’s Island, -Ohio, Jan., 1865. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“In the blithesome days of boyhood,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">In the unforgotten past;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Fishing in Troubled Waters</i>: (R. B. B. 87.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">“In a dingy room of a mansion old, a solemn ‘council’ met.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To discuss the many dangers, with which they were beset.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Flag</i>: (R. B. B. 77.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The Stars and Stripes! is that the flag the Northern army waves,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To make ignoble races free and noble nations slaves?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Flag of Secession</i>: Air, “The Star Spangled Banner:” -[by Frederick Pinkney?] (R. B. B. 27.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh say can’t you see by the dawn’s early light</div> - <div class="verse indent2">What you yesterday held to be vaunting and dreaming,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Flag of Our Country</i>: By a Lady of Winchester. (Broadside -in possession of Editor.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Flag of our country, we’re weeping for thee,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Dimm’d are the stars round the Palmetto tree”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Flag of the Free Eleven</i>: (Randolph.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Over land and sea let it kiss the breeze,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">For the smile of approving Heaven”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Flag of the Lone Star</i>: By Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. -Clarke of N. C.] (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hurrah for the Lone Star!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Up, up to the mast,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Flag of the South</i>: For the <i>Evening Star</i>: -suggested by the raising of the flag in Kansas City: by Charles -P. Lenox. (R. B. B. 26½.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Let the flag of the South be thrown to the breeze,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Over land, over sea, let her float at her ease.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Flag of the South</i>: For the <i>Evening Star</i>: by J. -H., Baltimore, Md. (R. B. B. 26½.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh flag of the South, in the hues of thy splendor</div> - <div class="verse indent8">The emblems of right and of triumph we see.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Flag of the Southland</i>: Air, “I’m Afloat:” by Major E. W. -Cave, of Houston: (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Flag of the Southland! Flag of the free!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Ere thy sons will be slaves they will perish with thee!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Flag of Truce</i>: By Jay W. Bee, P. A. C. S., 2nd Kentucky -Cavalry, Morgan’s Command. Johnson’s Island, Ohio, July, 1864. -(W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Thou beautiful emblem of Peace—</div> - <div class="verse indent6">White sail upon war’s bloody seas.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Flight of Doodles</i>: (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I come from old Manassas, with a pocket full of fun—</div> - <div class="verse indent4">I killed forty Yankees with a single-barrelled gun”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Foe at the Gates</i>: Charleston: by John Dickson Bruns, -M. D. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ring round her! children of her glorious skies</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Whom she hath nursed to stature proud and great,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Fold It Up Carefully</i>: A reply to the lines entitled “The -Conquered Banner:” by Sir Henry Houghton, Bart. of England, -Oct., 1865. (The following, written in England, comes to us -from a friend in Virginia, who says it was sent by the author -to a gentleman in that state, and that it has not yet appeared -in print.) (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Gallant nation, foiled by numbers,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Say not that your hopes are fled;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Follow! Boys, Follow!</i> By Millie Mayfield. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Follow, brave boys, follow!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">’Tis the roll-call of the drum,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>For Bales</i>: Air, “Johnny Fill up the Bowl.” (Fag.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We all went down to New Orleans,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">For Bales, for Bales;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>For Punch</i>: (Bohemian from the <i>Southern Literary -Messenger</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“For fifty years the world has rung</div> - <div class="verse indent4">With nothing strange or new, sir,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Forget? Never!</i> By Mrs. C. A. Ball. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Can the mother forget the child of her love,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who was in her tenderest heartstrings woven,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Fort Donelson Falls</i>: Written in great agony, 3 p. m., -Feb. 17, [1862?]: by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Demons, hark! those cannon booming;</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Death howls over liberty,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Fort Donelson: The Siege</i>: Feb., 1862: by Mrs. C. A. -Warfield. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I cannot look on the sunshine</div> - <div class="verse indent6">That breaks thro’ the clouds today”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Fort Moultrie</i>: For the <i>Courier</i>: by Carolina. -Jan., 1861. (R. N. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Long the pride of Carolina,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Cherished in our ‘heart of hearts,’”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Forts Morris and Moultrie</i>: (Bohemian.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hark, the wind-storm how it rushes!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">List! methinks I hear the strain”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Fort Sumter</i>: (R. R. from the Charleston <i>Mercury</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“It was a noble Roman</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In Rome’s imperial day,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Fort Sumter</i>: By H. (Bohemian from the New Orleans -<i>Delta</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ask the Fort—let Peace prevail,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Claim the Fort—but yet forbear”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Fort Sumter</i>: [By C. B. Northrup.] (Outcast.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Up through the water, towering high,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Fort Sumter</i>: A Southern Song. Air, “Dearest May:” by Dr. -Barnstable, B. C. H. G. (R. B. B. 26.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come now and gather round me,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">A story I’ll relate,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Fort Wagner</i>: By W. Gilmore Simms. (W. G. S. from the -Charleston Mercury.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Glory unto the gallant boys who stood</div> - <div class="verse indent2">At Wagner, and unflinching, sought the van,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The 47th Va. Regiment</i>: At the Battle of Frazier’s Farm, -June 30, 1862: by S. D. D. (S. L. M., March, 1863.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Virginians! let the foe now feel</div> - <div class="verse indent6">What vengeance ours may be;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Four Brothers</i>: By Lieutenant E. C. McCarthy. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“In sadness, in sorrow, a soldier wept,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">O’er the form so cold and chill,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Fragment</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Why needst thou go away from me, my love?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Thou wilt not fight for home or lands, but wilt,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Fragment, Cabinet Council</i>: From the Charleston -<i>Mercury</i>. (P. & P. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Give me another Scotch cap; wrap me in a military cloak,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Have mercy, Jeff. Davis! Soft—I did but dream!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Freedom’s Call</i>: Air, “God Save the South.” Baltimore, -June 1, 1862. (R. B. B. 28.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Southrons, to arms!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Justice with flaming sword,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Freedom’s Muster Drum</i>: By John H. Hewitt. (Lee.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“When Freedom from her dazzling home</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Looked down upon the breathing world,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Freedom’s New Banner</i>: By Dan E. Townsend. June 30, 1862. -(Fag. from the Richmond <i>Dispatch</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“When clouds of apprehension o’ershaded</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The banner that Liberty bore,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>From the Rapidan, 1864</i>: (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A low wind in the pines!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And a dull pain in the breast!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>From the South to the North</i>: By C. L. S. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“There is no union when the hearts</div> - <div class="verse indent6">That once were bound together,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Frontier Ranger</i>: By M. B. Smith, 2nd Texas. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come list to a Ranger, you kind-hearted stranger.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A song, tho’ a sad one, you are welcome to hear,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Funeral Dirge of Stonewall Jackson</i>: By Rosa Vertner -Jeffrey, May 20, 1863. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Muffled drum and solemn bugle,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Sound a dirge as on ye move,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Funeral of Albert Sidney Johnston</i>: (Fag.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“He fell, and they cried, bring us home our dead!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">We’ll bury him here where the prairies spread,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Gallant Colonel</i>: (R. B. B. 32.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“There lived a man in Brooklin town</div> - <div class="verse indent10">An Abolition teacher”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Gallant Second Texans</i>: Air, “Maid of Monterey:” by M. B. -Smith, Company C., 2nd Texas: (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The gallant Second Texans are men that we hold dear,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Thro’ out our loved Confederacy their praises you will hear,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Gather! Gather!</i> By Robert Joselyn. (Bohemian.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Gather around your country’s flag,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Men of the South! the hour has come,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Gathering of the Southern Volunteers</i>: Air, “La -Marseillaise.” (S. L. M., June, 1861.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Sons of the South! behold the morning</div> - <div class="verse indent6">God-like ascends his golden car,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Gay and Happy</i>: Camp Song of the Maryland Line as Sung by -the Baltimore Boys in Richmond. Air, “Gay and Happy.” (C. S. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We’re the boys so gay and happy</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Wheresoe’er we chance to be”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Gendron Palmer, of the Holcombe Legion</i>: By Ina M. Porter -of Alabama. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“He sleeps upon Virginia’s strand</div> - <div class="verse indent6">While comrades of the Legion stand,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>General Albert Sidney Johnston</i>: By Mary Jervey, of -Charleston. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“In the thickest fight triumphantly he fell</div> - <div class="verse indent6">While into Victory’s arms he led us on;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>General Beauregard</i>: (R. B. B. 9.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“When war clouds gathered about our land</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And out of the North came a hostile band,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>General Butler</i>: Air, “Yankee Doodle.” (R. B. B. 12.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Butler and I went out from camp</div> - <div class="verse indent6">At Bethel to make battle,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>General Hood’s Last Charge</i>: By Mary Hunt McCaleb. (Im.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The twilight of death is beginning to fall.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Death’s shadows are creeping high upon the wall,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A General Invitation</i>: By I. R. (S. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come! leave the noisy Longstreet,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Fly to the Fields with me;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>General Jackson in the Valley of the Shenandoah</i>: Air, -“Dandy Jim:” by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The clouds were heavy o’er our land,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And darkest o’er the brave true band”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>General J. E. B. Stuart</i>: By John R. Thompson. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We could not pause, while yet the noontide air</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Shook with the cannonade’s incessant pealing,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>General Jeff Davis</i>: Air, “Kelvin Grove:” (West. Res.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Who is this with noble mien</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Southern hearties, O!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>General John B. Floyd</i>: By Eulalie. Woodlawn, Va., April, -1866. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The noble hero calmly sleeps</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Unheeding all life’s surging woes,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>General Johnston</i>: Air, “American Star.” (R. B. B. 50.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Behold the brave son of the Good ‘Old Dominion’</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The Yankees for niggers, but Johnston for me”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>General Lee</i>: Air, “Oh, Carry Me Back to Old Virginny.” -(R. B. B. 60.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“There is a man in Old Virginny</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His name is General Lee,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>General Lee</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I’ve tried to write of General Lee,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But always stop, to bend my knee”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>General Lee At the Battle of the Wilderness</i>: By Tenella. -[Mrs. M. B. Clarke of N. C.] (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“There he stood, the grand old hero, great Virginia’s god-like son</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Second unto none in glory: equal to her Washington.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>General Price’s Appeal</i>: (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come from the Western fountains,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Come from the plains so wild and rough,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>General Robert E. Lee</i>: By Tenella: [Mrs. R. B. Clark of -N. C.] (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“As went the knight with sword and shield</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To tourney or to battle field,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>General Tom Green</i>: By Mrs. Wm. Barnes, of Galveston. -(Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A warrior has fallen! a chieftain has gone!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">A hero of heroes has sunk to his rest!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Georgia, My Georgia!</i>: By Carrie B. Sinclair. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hark! ’tis the cannon’s deafening roar,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That sounds along thy sunny shore,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Georgia Volunteer</i>: Written by Mrs. Townshend at the -neglected grave of one who was a member of the 12th Georgia, a -regiment whose gallantry was conspicuous on every field where -its colors waved, and which won praise for peculiar daring, -even among the ‘foot-cavalry’ of Jackson: by Xariffa. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Far up the lonely mountain-side</div> - <div class="verse indent6">My wandering footsteps led;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Gettysburg</i>: By Edward L. Walker, M. D., of North -Carolina. (Amaranth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“From the hills of the West to the shores of the sea,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From the yellow Roanoke to the distant Pedee,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Girl I Left Behind Me</i>: (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I’m lonesome since I crossed the hills and o’er the moor that’s sedgy</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With heavy thoughts my mind is filled, since parted I with Peggy.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Girls of the Monumental City</i>: Written by a -Confederate Prisoner. Baltimore, Md., March, 1862. (S. B. P.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Daughters of the sunny South</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Where Freedom loves to dwell,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Give Them Bread!</i> By G. L. R. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Have you heard the calls for succor,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Cries of hunger that have come,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Give Up!</i> By Colonel B. H. Jones. Johnson’s Island, 1865. -(Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Give up and plead, ’twas the fiat of fate</div> - <div class="verse indent6">That the blood which now reddens your veins,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Glen Roy: Sonnet</i>: By F. B. Gloucester Co., Va., Sept. -1861. (W. F.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“It is a curious world, this world of ours,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Time but creates in order to destroy,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Glorious January 1, 1863</i>: Air, “Oaks of James Davis:” by -M. B. Smith, Company C, 2nd Regiment Texas Volunteers. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come, all ye brave Texians, come join in my song</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Let joy and thanksgiving and praises abound,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>God and Our Rights</i>: (Randolph.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“God and our Right, from every glen,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Come marching ranks of fearless men,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>God Be Our Trust</i>: Air, “Heaven Is Our Home: let not our -courage fail.” (R. B. B. 37.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“God save our Southern land, God be our trust,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Storms rage on every hand, God be our trust,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>God Bless Our Land</i>: Anthem of the Confederate States: by -E. Young, Lexington, Ga. (Bohemian from the <i>Southern Field -and Fireside</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh God! our only King,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">To Thee our hearts we bring;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>God Bless Our President</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“God bless our President,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The hope of the Free!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>God Bless Our Southern Land</i>: Air, “God Save the Queen.” -Respectfully inscribed to Major General J. B. Magruder, and -sung on the occasion of his public reception in the city of -Houston, Texas, Jan. 20, 1863. (C. S. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“God bless our Southern land,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">God save our sea-girt land,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>God Bless the South</i>: Air, “God Speed the Right.” (R. B. -B. 32.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Now to heaven one prayer ascending,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">God bless the South”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>God Help Kentucky</i>: An Anthem: (R. B. B. 52.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Lord from Thy heavenly throne</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Thy holy will be done;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>God Save the South</i>: (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“God bless our Southern land!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Guard our beloved land!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>God Save the South</i>: By R. S. Agnew of Newfern. December, -1861. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Wake every minstrel’s strain,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Ring o’er each Southern plain,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>God Save the South</i>: National Hymn: By George H. Miles -of Frederick, Md.: music by C. W. A. Ellerbock, permission -of A. E. Blackmar. [Note: This was the first song published -in the South during the War.] S. L. M., Oct., 1863, from the -Charleston <i>Mercury</i>. (C. S. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“God save the South,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Her altars and firesides”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>God Save the Southern Land</i>: A Hymn. By S. Francis -Cameron, of Md.: (Amaranth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh, let the cry awaken,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From every hero-band”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Going Home</i>: By M. L. M. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“No flaunting banners o’er them wave,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">No arms flash back the sun’s bright ray,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Gone to the Battlefield</i>: By John Antrobus, Headquarters -Ninth Va. Regiment Volunteers. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The reaper has left the field,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The mower has left the plain,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Goober Peas</i>: By A. Pender. [One of the most widely known -Confederate songs.] (Im.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Sitting by the roadside, on a summer day,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Chatting with my messmates, passing time away;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Good News From Dixie</i>: (R. B. B. 34.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“How the South’s great heart rejoices</div> - <div class="verse indent2">At your cannon’s ringing voices,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Good Old Cause</i>: By John D. Phelan, of Montgomery, -Ala. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Huzza! Huzza! for the ‘Good Old Cause,’</div> - <div class="verse indent2">’Tis a stirring sound to hear,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Governor Hicks</i>: Air, “Money Musk.” (R. B. B. 65.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Mister Hicks, full of tricks,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Now prying, next time trying,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Grant’s Litany Changed to Suit My Feelings</i>: Air, -“Spanish Hymn” by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Saviour, when in dust to Thee,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Low we bow adoring knee,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Grave of A. Sidney Johnston</i>: By J. B. Synnott. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The Lone Star State secretes the clay</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Of him who led on Shiloh’s field,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Grave of Ashby</i>: By Old Fogy. (Amaranth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Rest, soldier, rest! thy sword hath won</div> - <div class="verse indent4">A fadeless wreath of glory:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Grave of Washington</i>: (Cav.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Disturb not his slumbers, let Washington sleep</div> - <div class="verse indent2">’Neath the boughs of the willow that over him weep,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Graves for the Invaders</i>: A Fragment. Savannah, Ga., -1863. (R. B. B. 35.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Graves for the invaders—graves</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Scoop’d from the reeking sod”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Graves of Our Home-Heroes</i>: By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. -March 31, 1865. (Corinth).</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent8">“Behold! they sleep,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Our own defenders bold, who lately stood”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Great Big Bethel Fight: Awful Calamity!</i> Air, “Dixie.” -(R. B. B. 35.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I’ll tell you of a tale that lately befell</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the place where it happened was big Bethel,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Great Cry and Little Wool</i> or the leading Republicans -described in verse: By Barnstable. Baltimore, July 2, 1861. (R. -B. B. 34½.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O dearest Muse, thy help I ask,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Though mine is but a scurvy task”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Great Fast Day in the South</i>: June 13th: by B. Orange -county. (S. L. M. August, ’61.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“From yonder high embattled grounds</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Where Harper’s Ferry stands,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Greek Fire: or, The Siege of Charleston</i>: By Eustanzia. -New Orleans, Oct., 1863. (Wash’n 78.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hark! the battle! hark! the battle!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Hark! the deadly cannons’ rattle”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Greeting for Victory</i>: For the <i>Courier</i>: by C. G. -P. Charleston, April 17, 1861. (R. N. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Carolinians, ye have answered</div> - <div class="verse indent4">To our Mother’s thrilling call,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Griffin</i>: (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“’Tis said the Griffins of olden time</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Were strange and monstrous creatures,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Guerrilla</i>: Verses circulated among the scouting parties -of rebel partisan horse in the Shenandoah Valley, in the summer -of 1864. (E. V. M. ’69 from the New York <i>Round Table</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Who hither rides so hard? A Scout—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Just after the midnight he stole out,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Guerrilla Martyrs</i>: (W. G. S. from the Charleston -<i>Mercury</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Aye, to the doom—the scaffold and the chain,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To all your cruel tortures, bear them on,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Guerrillas</i>: [It may add something to the interest -with which these stirring lines are read, to know that -they were composed within the walls of a Yankee Bastile. -They reached us in Mss. through the courtesy of a returned -prisoner.—Richmond <i>Examiner</i>.] By S. Teackle Wallis. -Fort Lafayette, 1862. S. L. M., July and Aug., 1862, dated Fort -Warren Dungeon, 1862. (S. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Awake and to horses! my brothers,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">For the dawn is glimmering gray,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Ha! Ha! The Fighting, Ha!</i> Air, “Ha! Ha! the wooing, ha!” -by Kentucky: sung after the battle of Richmond, Ky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Kirby Smith came here to fight!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Ha! ha! the fighting! ha!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Happy Land of Canaan</i>: (J. M. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I sing you a song, and it won’t detain me long</div> - <div class="verse indent2">All about the times we are gaining;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Happy Land of Canaan</i>: A Texas Song. (Randolph.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">“Oh, the Bayou City Guards, they will never ask for odds</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When the Yankees in a close place get them, ha! ha!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Hardee’s Defense of Savannah</i>: A Southern Ballad of the -War. (R. B. B. 40.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Have you heard of the brave Hardee</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The famous General Hardee?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Hard Times</i>: By M. B. Smith, Company C, 2nd Regiment, -Texas Volunteers. August 13, 1862. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Just listen awhile and give ear to my song</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Concerning this war, which will not take me long;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Hark! The Summons</i>: By B. Baltimore, Oct. 9, 1861. (R. B. -B. 41.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hark! in the South the thundering drum,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The gathering myriads ceaseless hum”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Hark! Hark! The War Bugle</i>: Air, “Hark! Hark! the Soft -Bugle:” (Randolph.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hark! hark! the war bugle, the fife and the drum,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Wake the hearts of the noble and brave:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Harp of the South</i>: A Sonnet: by Cora. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Harp of the South, awake! a loftier strain</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Than ever yet thy tuneful strings has stirred,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Harp of the South, Awake!</i> A Southern war song dedicated -to Captain Bradley T. Johnson, now in service in Virginia: by -J. M. Kilgour, Frederick, Md., April 10, 1861. Music by C. L. -Peticolas: published by George Dunn, Richmond, Va., 1863. S. L. -M. Editor’s Table, June, 1861. (R. B. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Harp of the South awake</div> - <div class="verse indent4">From every golden wire,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Headquarters in the Saddle</i>: (Mr. Samuel’s Scrapbook, -Ridgway.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Pope his ‘headquarters in the saddle’ places</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Where other mortals their hindquarters plant, sir:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Hearing Cannon</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I feel as though in my own coffin laid,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Listening to the last office that is paid,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Heart of Louisiana</i>: By Harriet Stanton. (R. R. from -the New Orleans <i>Delta</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh let me weep while o’er our land</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Vile discord strides, with sullen brow,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Heart Victories</i>: By a Soldier’s Wife. Front Royal, -Virginia, Oct. 30, 1861. S. L. M., Editor’s Table, Jan., 1862. -(E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“There’s not a stately hall,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">There’s not a cottage fair,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>He’ll See It When He Wakes</i>: By Frank Lee. (Im.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Amid the clouds of battle smoke</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The sun had died away,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Here and There, A Contrast</i>: (E. V. M. from The <i>Sunny -South</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“There’s clashing of arms in the Sunny South,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">There’s hurrying to and fro,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Here’s Your Mule</i>: (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A farmer came to camp one day, with milk and eggs to sell,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Upon a mule who oft would stray to where no one could tell,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Hero’s Daughter</i>: (M. C. L.) by Mrs. M. J. Preston. -(Beechenbrook.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“She boasts no Amazonian charms,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Minerva’s helmet never crowned her.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Hero’s Dream</i>: Brigadier General J. H. Morgan at -Larmenesburg: by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Weary from his long toil</div> - <div class="verse indent4">To free his native land,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Hero Without A Name</i>: By Colonel W. S. Hawkins, C. S. -A., Prisoner of War, Camp Chase, Oct., 1864. (E. V. M., also S. -S. No. 7.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I loved when a child, to seek the page</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where war’s proud tales are grandly told,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Hicksie</i>: (Parody on “Dixie”.) (R. B. B. 66.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ets a mighty bad way dey’s got ole Hicks in</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Case things won’t stay de how he’s fixin”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>His Last Words</i>: (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come let us cross the river and rest beneath the trees,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And list the merry leaflets at sport with every breeze;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Holly and Cypress</i>: By Mrs. Fanny Downing. (Amaranth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Merry old Christmas has come again,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With plenty of pleasure,—naught of pain;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Home</i>: Dedicated to a Young Woman of Petersburg, Va. -Composed by a Confederate Soldier, July 26, 1864. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“What is the sound of sweetness that thrills the wondrous breast</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And brings with magic fleetness fond thoughts of peace and rest?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Home—After the War</i>: By M. E. H. Baltimore. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“In the grassy lane as the sun went down,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He slackened his fevered and weary feet,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Home Again!</i> By Lieutenant Howard. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Home again! Home again!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">From Lake Erie’s shore;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Home Again</i>: Written in Prison by Jeff. Thompson: (E. V. -M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“My dear wife awaits my coming,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">My children lisp my name,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Homespun</i>: (Bohemian.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The air is balmy with the breath</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Of the early coming Spring,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Homespun Dress</i>: Air, “Bonnie Blue Flag:” by Carrie -Bell Sinclair. (C. S. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh, yes I am a Southern girl</div> - <div class="verse indent6">And glory in the name,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Hood’s Old Brigade “On the March:”</i> By Miss Mollie E. -Moore. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“’Twas midnight when we built our fires—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We marched at half-past three!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Hood’s Texas Brigade</i>: (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Down by the valley ’mid thunder and lightning,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Down by the valley ’mid shadows of night,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Horse-Marines at Galveston</i>: Air, “The Barring of the -Door.” (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“It was on a New Year’s morn so soon,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Before the break of day, O,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Hour Before Execution</i>: By Miss Maria E. Jones. -(Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hark! the clock strikes! All, all that now remains</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Is one short hour of this fast fleeting life,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>How McClellan Took Manassas</i>: By Ole Napoleon. (West. -Res.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Heard ye how the bold McClellan,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">(He, the wether with the bell on,)”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>How the Soldiers Talk</i>: By Joseph Scrutchen, of Atlanta, -Ga. (Im.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We have heard the Yankees yell,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">We have heard the Rebels shout,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Hurrah!</i> The first camp song: by S. B. K. of Mississippi. -Invincibles, Mobile, March 31, 1861. (R. N. S. from the Mobile -Register.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hurrah for the Southern Confederate States!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">With her banner of white, red and blue;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Hurrah for Jeff Davis</i>: Air, “Gum Tree Canoe.” (R. B. B. -22.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Our country now calls, we’re up and away</div> - <div class="verse indent6">To meet the vile Yankee in battle array”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="hang"><i>Hurrah for Jeff Davis</i>: Air, “Hurrah for the Bonnets of -Blue:” by a Lady Rebel. (R. B. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hurrah for Jeff Davis, hurrah</div> - <div class="verse indent6">And hurrah for brave Beauregard, too:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Hurrah for the Red and White</i>: a Prophecy for 1865: Air, -“Oh, whistle and I’ll come to you, my lad:” by Kentucky. (S. O. -S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hurrah for the Red and White, boys, hurrah!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Kentucky has leaped, boys, right into the war.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Hurrah for the South! Hurrah!</i>: Paraphrased by G. W. -Hopkins. (Wash’n 86.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hurrah for the South, ’tis joy to see,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Far in the misty dawn,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Hurrah, My Brave Boys</i>: (Randolph.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come, Southrons, and bare to the glorious strife,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Your hearts without heaving a sigh;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Hurrying On</i>: Written in New Orleans, Oct. 23, 1861. (C. -C. from the Charleston Mercury, also R. B. B. No. 3.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hurrying on the midst of excitement</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Pushing extravagant projects through”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Hymn for the South</i>: To the Lone Star of Carolina: by -Preston Davis Sill. Music composed by Mr. A. Koepper, to be -published as soon as circumstances permit: Columbia, S. C. (R. -N. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Tho’ lone, how fair, how bright</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Thou shimmer’dst first, O Star!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Hymn to the Dawn</i>: By A. J. Requier. (Amaranth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“From an ominous rift in the pitiless sky</div> - <div class="verse indent8">That has darkened our desolate land,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Hymn to the National Flag</i>: By Mrs. M. J. Preston. (E. V. -M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Float aloft, thou stainless banner,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Azure cross and field of light,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>I Am Coming, Ella</i>: By Adjutant John N. Shuerter. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I am coming, Ella, coming,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Though the moment still be far:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>I Am Sick, Don’t Draft Me, I Have Got a Doctor’s -Certificate</i>: Air, “The Girl I Left Behind Me.” (West. Res.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Of the Danger of exposure to a draft, we often read,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That it generates disorders which are very bad, indeed:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>I Am Not Sick, I Am Over Forty-Five, I Will Make My Wife -Stay At Home And Give the Baby Catnip Tea</i>: Air, “I Wish My -Wife Had No Crying Baby.” (West. Res.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I’m exempt, I’m exempt, I vow and desire,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I’m exempt, I’m exempt, from the draft I will swear,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Icy Road to Niblet’s Bluff</i>: Air, “Shiloh Hill:” by -J. C. H., Company H, 4th Texas Cavalry. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come, all you valiant Home Guard, a story I will tell,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">’Tis of a noted journey we all remember well;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>If a Soldier Meet a Soldier</i>: Air, “Coming Through the -Rye:” by General M. Jeff. Thompson. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“If a soldier meets a soldier, ’mid the battle’s din,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the soldier kills the soldier,—surely ’tis no sin;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</span></p> - -<p class="hang"><i>If You Belong to Dixie’s Land</i>: Air, “Gideon’s Band.” (R. -B. B. 42.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“To bring you this good news I’ve come</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You’ll always find yourself at home,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>If You Love Me</i>: By J. Augustine Signaigo. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“You have told me that you love me,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That you worship at my shrine,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Ignivomus Cotton’s Letters to His Relatives in Kentucky</i>: -III, He Glorifieth Cotton. For the Louisville <i>Journal</i>. -Charleston, S. C., Jan. 1862. (R. N. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Dear Uncle: I’m certain you never have thought on</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The omnipotent greatness and glory of cotton:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>I’m Conscripted, Smith, Conscripted</i>: By Albert Roberts -of Nashville, Tenn. (Hubner.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I’m conscripted, Smith, conscripted!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Ebb the subterfuges fast”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>I’m Going Home to Dixie</i>: (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“There is a land where cotton grows,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A land where milk and honey flows”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Imogen</i>: By Major General J. B. Magruder. (C. S. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Awake, dearest, awake! ’tis thy lover who calls, Imogen;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">List! dearest! list! the dew gently falls, Imogen;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Impromptu</i>: By Dr. Barnstable, B. C. H. G. (R. B. B. 42.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The South, the South, the glorious South,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Now calls forth all her men,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>I’m Thinking of the Soldier</i>: By Mary E. Smith, of -Austin. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O, I’m thinking of the soldier as the evening shadows fall,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As the twilight fairy sketches her sad pictures on the wall;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Independence Day</i>: (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh! Freedom is a blessed thing!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And men have marched in stricken fields,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Independence Hymn</i>: By A. J. Requier. (Bohemian.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“True sons of the South, from whose militant sires</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The still-crested charter of Liberty sprung,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>In Divina Catena</i>: (E. V. M. ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Chain the eagle and veil his eyes!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Torture him dumb and dim!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>In Death United</i>: By G. A. M. Richmond, Va., 1861. (S. L. -M., Jan. ’62.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Surely in life’s final moments</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Ere the spirit takes its flight,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Information Wanted</i>: Of my son ——. He was known to -be engaged in last ——s fight and cannot now be found. Was -a private in Company —, —— Regiment, —— Volunteers. Any -tidings of him will be gratefully received by his anxious -father at —— House. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh! stranger, can you tell me where,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Where is my boy—my brave bright boy!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>In His Blanket on the Ground</i>: By Caroline Howard -Gervais, of Charleston. (Bohemian.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Weary, weary lies the soldier</div> - <div class="verse indent6">In his blanket on the ground,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>In Hollywood—A Slumber Song</i>: By Gillie Cary. (C. S. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O ye starry night skies</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With your thousand bright eyes,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>In Memoriam Aeternam—My Brother</i>: By Colonel B. H. -Jones. Johnson’s Island, July 8th, 1865. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“When first the clarion blast of civil war</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Broke on the stillness of the mountain height;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>In Memoriam of Colonel Benjamin F. Terry</i>: Inscribed to -General William J. Kyle: by W. M. Gilleland. Austin, Jan. 4, -1862. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The war steed is champing his bit with disdain,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And wild is the flash of his eye,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>In Memoriam, Our Right Reverend Father in God, Leonidas -Polk</i>: by Fanny Downing. (Amaranth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Peace, troubled soul! The strife is done,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">This life’s fierce conflicts and its woes are ended;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>In Memory of Ashby</i>: By Iris. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec., -’63.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Weep, women of the Valley—weep, Virginia women, weep,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Ho! warriors of the Southland, let not your vengeance sleep.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>In Memory of Captain James Earwood</i>: By Robin Reid. -Clarksville, Ark. (Im.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“In a quiet valley in Arkansas</div> - <div class="verse indent6">You may find that lonely grave,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Inscribed to the Memory of Captain Courtland Prentice -(Morgan’s Cavalry)</i>: By Kentucky. Sept. 27, 1862. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O noble spirit! not in vain</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Thy long three hours of direst pain!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>In the Dark</i>: By Isa Craig, of England. (E. V. M. ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“He is down! He is struck in the dark</div> - <div class="verse indent4">By command of his own;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>In the Fortress by the Sea</i>: A fragment by W. E. Cameron. -(C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Silence, Oh mocking sea</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Hush thy tone, for it angers me;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>In the Land Where We Were Dreaming</i>: By Daniel B. Lucas, -of Jefferson County, Va. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Fair were our visions! Oh! they were as grand</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As ever floated out of Fancy Land:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>In the Soldiers’ Grave-Yard</i>: By F. B. Atlanta, Ga., Aug. -21, 1864. (W. F.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Shoulder to shoulder there they rest.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In lind of battle forever drest,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>In the Trenches</i>: By F. B. Buzzard’s Boost, May 10, 1864. -(W. F.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The rain is pouring with remorseless drops,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The dampened breezes sigh,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Invocation</i>: By Colonel W. S. Hawkins. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come, thou sweet friend, and cheer awhile</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The brooding gloom of prison walls,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Invocation</i>: By B. W. W. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“God bless the land of flowers</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And turn its winter hours,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>I Remember the Hour When Sadly We Parted</i>: (Companion -Song to <i>When This Cruel War Is Over</i>). (Fag.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I remember the hour when sadly we parted,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The tears on your pale cheeks glist’ning like dew,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Irish Battalion</i>: (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“When old Virginia took the field,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">And wanted men to rally on”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Irrepressible Conflict</i>: Sonnet: by Tyrtaeus. (W. G. -S. from the Charleston <i>Mercury</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Then welcome be it, if indeed it be</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The Irrepressible Conflict!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>I Shall Not Die</i>: By a Prisoner in Solitary Confinement -at Fort Delaware. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I felt the power of intellect,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">I had the power of conscious strength;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Is There Nobody Hurt</i>: Air, “Cocachelunk.” (R. B. B. 47.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hark! the cries of widowed mothers,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Coming from the Northern states:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Is There, Then, No Hope for the Nations?</i> (W. G. S. From -the Charleston <i>Courier</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Is there, then, no hope for the nations?</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Must the record of time be the same?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Is This a Time to Dance?</i> (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The breath of evening sweeps the plain</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And sheds its perfume in the dell,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>It Matters Little Whether Grief or Glee</i>: By Kentucky. -(S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“It matters little whether grief or glee</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Is life’s, short portion set apart for me:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>The Jacket of Gray—To Those Who Wore It</i>: By Mrs. C. A. -Ball. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Fold it up carefully, lay it aside,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Tenderly touch it, look on it with pride,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Jackson</i>: By H. L. Flash, of Galveston, formerly -of Mobile. (W. G. S. from the Mobile <i>Advertiser and -Register</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Not midst the lightning of the storm fight</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Not in the rush upon the vandal foe,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Jackson</i>: Sonnet: by Mrs. M. J. Preston. (Beechenbrook.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Thank God for such a hero! Fearless hold</div> - <div class="verse indent4">His diamond character beneath the sun.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Jackson, The Alexandria Martyr</i>: By Wm. H. Holcombe, M. -D., of Virginia. S. L. M., Aug., 1861. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“’Twas not the private insult galled him most</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But public outrage of his country’s flag,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Jackson’s Fool-Cavalry</i>: By Hard-Cracker. Camp of the -“Used-Ups,” Sept. 26, 1862. (C. S. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Day after day our way has been</div> - <div class="verse indent4">O’er many a hill and hollow”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Jackson’s Requiem</i>: Air, “Dearest Mae.” (Md. Hist. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“That noted burglar, Ellsworth,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">We all remember well,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Jackson’s Resignation</i>: By Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke of -N. C.] (Fag. from the <i>Southern Illustrated News</i>, April, -1863.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Well, we can whip them now, I guess,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">If Jackson has resigned,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Jeff Davis in the White House</i>: Air, “Ye Parliaments of -England:” by a Lady, Daughter of One of the Old Defenders. -(West. Res.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ye Northern men in Washington,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Your administration, too,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Jefferson Davis</i>: By Walker Meriweather Bell. (Amaranth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Calm martyr of a noble cause,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Upon thy form in vain,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<p class="hang"><i>Jefferson Davis</i>: By Mollie E. Moore. (E. V. M. from the -Houston <i>Telegraph</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent6">“Mercy for a fallen chief!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The angel, Peace, hath stilled the mighty storm;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Jefferson Davis</i>: By Wm. Munford. Dernier Resort, -Montgomery Co., Va., Jan. 22, 1866. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“For spirit ever quick</div> - <div class="verse indent4">With sword or rhetoric,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Jefferson Davis</i>: By A Southern Woman. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The cell is lonely and the night</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Has filled it with a darker gloom;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>John Bell of Tennessee</i>: Air, “Auld Lang Syne.” (R. B. B. -13.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“There is a man of noble heart</div> - <div class="verse indent6">In Tennessee does dwell,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>John Brown’s Entrance Into Hell</i>: C. T. A., printer. -Baltimore, March, 1863. (R. B. B. 10.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“And now O! John on earth oppressed,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You are with us a welcome guest,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>John Bull Turned Quaker</i>: By M. W. Burwell. (S. L. M. -April, ’63.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I’m much surprised to hear it, John,</div> - <div class="verse indent12">I am, upon my life,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>John Merryman</i>: Air, “Old Dan Tucker.” (R. B. B. 64.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“John Merryman, the Marylander</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Would not stoop to Lincoln’s pander,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>John Morgan’s Credentials</i>: (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“John Morgan’s credentials—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The very essentials,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>John Morgan’s Grave</i>: April 6, 1865. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Beneath the sward in old Virginia</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Where the willow sheds its dew,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>John Pegram</i>: Fell at the head of his Division, Feb. 6, -1865, aged 33: by W. Gordon M’Cabe. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“What shall we say now of our gentle knight,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Or how express the measure of our woe,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>John Pelham</i>: By James R. Randall. Kelley’s Ford, March -17, 1863. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Just as the spring came laughing through the strife,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">With all its gorgeous cheer,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Johnny B. Magruder</i>: By a Texian. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come listen to my lay, of a man who came this way,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You may never see a bolder, or a ruder;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Johnson’s Island</i>: By Lieutenant E. A. Holmes of Va. -(Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh, who has not heard of that isle in Lake Erie,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">So guarded today—so unheeded before,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Joseph Bowers</i>: (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“My name it is Joe Bowers; I’ve got a brother Ike,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I come from old Missouri; yes, all the way from Pike:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Joy, My Kentucky!</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Joy, my Kentucky, thy night turns to morning,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Eager thou risest at Liberty’s dawning;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Just Before the Battle, Mother</i>: To “Phoby Stubbs,” A. -D., 1864. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Just before the battle, Mother—</div> - <div class="verse indent10">I was drinking mountain dew”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Justice Is Our Panoply</i>: By De G. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We’re free from Yankee despots,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">We’ve left the foul mud-sills.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Keep Me Awake, Mother</i>: Ballad: words by Mrs. Stratton: -music by Joseph Hart Denck. (R. B. M., 1863.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Forward, oh forward! time stays not his flight.</div> - <div class="verse indent4">I’m older and sadder and wiser tonight;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Kentuckians, To Arms!</i>: Louisville, Ky., 1861. (R. B. B. -52.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Kentuckians, arise!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You have lain too long in a stupor deep;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Kentucky</i>: By Estelle. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Then, leave us not, Kentucky boys,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Though thick upon thy border,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Kentucky, April, 1861</i>: By Aletheia. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“It is time for action, not ‘for memory and tears,’</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Then hush this childish wailing and banish craven fears.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Kentucky, My Mother</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Kentucky, my mother,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">I lay my heart on thee!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Kentucky Partisan</i>: By Paul H. Hayne. Charleston, -March 29, 1862. S. L. M., April, 1862. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hath the wily Swamp Fox</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Come again to earth?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Kentucky Required to Yield Her Arms</i>: By —— Boone. (W. -G. S. from the Richmond <i>Dispatch</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ho! will the despot trifle</div> - <div class="verse indent4">In dwellings of the free”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Kentucky, She Is Sold</i>: By J. H. Barrick, of Kentucky. -(W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A tear for ‘the dark and bloody ground,’</div> - <div class="verse indent4">For the land of hills and caves”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Kentucky to the Rescue</i>: Air, “I’ve Something Sweet to -Tell You:” by Kentucky. June 7, 1862. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Kentucky to the rescue,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">For we are needed now;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Kentucky Woman’s Song of the Shirt</i>: Air, “The Dumb -Wife:” by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We work for brave and true</div> - <div class="verse indent2">’Tis but little we can do,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Kentucky’s Motto</i>: On Her Seal: by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“‘United We Stand, Divided We Fall’</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Rally, Corncrackers! Kentucky doth call”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Killed—Wounded—Missing</i>: (E. V. M. ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“’Tis midnight on the battle field</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The dark field of the dead,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>King Cotton</i>: (S. L. M. Editor’s Table. April ’63.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Yes, Cotton is King, but I oftentimes fear</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The King he resembles is possibly—Lear”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>King Cotton</i>: (R. B. B. 52.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Old Cotton is King, boys, ha! ha!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">With his locks so massive and white;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>King Scare</i>: New Orleans, Oct. 16, 1861: (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The monarch that reigns in the warlike North</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Ain’t Lincoln at all, I ween,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Kiss Me Before I Die, Mother</i>: (J. M. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Kiss me before I die, Mother, oh press thy lips to mine,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And twine thy loved arms around me, e’er life’s bright day decline,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Knell Shall Sound Once More</i>: (W. G. S., from the -Charleston <i>Mercury</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I know that the knell shall sound once more,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And the dirge be sung o’er a bloody grave,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Knitting For the Soldiers</i>: By Mary J. Upshur. Norfolk, -Va., Oct. 8, 1861. (Fag.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Knitting for the soldiers,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">How the needles fly!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lady Caroline’s Tea Party</i>: By Hermine. (Bohemian from -New Orleans <i>Catholic Standard</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Long years ago he wooed her—she was shy of being won—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sure upon haughtier maiden ne’er shone the golden sun:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Lament</i>: By a Missourian. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Where is the flag that once floated so proudly?</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Where the bright arms that once rang out so loudly?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Land of King Cotton</i>: Air, “Red, White and Blue:” by J. -Augustine Signaigo. This was the favorite song of the Tennessee -troops, but especially of the 13th and 154th Regiments. (W. G. -S. from the Memphis <i>Appeal</i>, Dec. 18, 1861.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh! Dixie the land of King Cotton,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The home of the brave and the free,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Land of Texas</i>: Air, “Dixie:” by M. B. Smith, Company -C., 2nd Regiment Texas Volunteers. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Texas is the land for me;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On a winter morning the wind blows free;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Land of the South!</i> Air, “Happy Land.” (R. B. B. 53.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Land of the South!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Whate’er my fate in life may be,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Land of the South</i>: Air, “Friend of My Soul:” by R. F. -Leonard. (R. R. from the Mobile <i>Evening News</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Land of the South! the fairest land</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Beneath Columbia’s sky!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Land of Washington</i>: Air, “Annie Laurie.” (Cav.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Virginia’s sons are valiant,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Our courage none deny,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Last Martial Button</i>: By a Marylander, a staff -officer of Stonewall Jackson’s Command. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“’Tis the last martial button left drooping alone,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">All its honored companions are cut off and gone”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Last Night at Fort Donelson</i>: Inscribed to Colonel -Charles Johnson, of General Buckner’s Staff: by Kentucky. March -8, 1862. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Night falleth, grieve, on the exhausted men</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who’ve won three battles in four days:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Last of Earth</i>: A Prison Scene: by Colonel W. S. -Hawkins. (S. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Last night a comrade sent in haste</div> - <div class="verse indent4">For me to soothe his fearful pain,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Last Race of the Rail-Splitter</i>: (R. B. B. 54.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“When Xerxes and when Cyrus led,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">When Bonaparte and Washington,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Last Request</i>: Lines found on the body of a S. C. -Volunteer, killed at the Battle of Drainsville, 20 Dec., ’61, -and sold by the Federal soldier who rifled the dead body to a -Southern sympathiser. (S. B. P.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh! carry me back to my own loved Carolina shore;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">If on the battle field I fall, oh! take me home once more.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Last Request of Henry C. Magruder</i>: Louisville, Oct. 20, -1865. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O! wrap me not, when I am dead,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">In the ghastly winding sheet,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lays of the Corn Exchange</i>: Number 1. (West. Res.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Secession triumphant! then each Rebel Imp</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Shall rue it, or I’m not a government pimp.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Lay of the Disgusted Yankee</i>: On Hearing the News -from Vicksburg. Dedicated to General B. F. Butler: by S. P. E. -(Mr. Samuel’s Scrapbook, Ridgway.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“In these modern days of liberty as by Abe & Co. defined,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">It’s becoming rather dangerous to even have a mind,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Leave It. Ah, No! The Land Is Ours</i>: By Mrs. Mary J. -Young. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Leave it, ah no! the land is our own,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Though the flag that we loved is now furled!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lee</i>: Sonnet: by A. J. Requier. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec., -’63. Editor’s Table, from the <i>Magnolia Weekly</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“First of a race of heroes, whom the Fates—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Wielding the wonders of an Iron age,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Lee at the Wilderness</i>: By Miss Mollie E. Moore. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“’Twas a terrible moment!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The blood and the rout!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lee to the Rear</i>: By John R. Thompson. (E. V. M. from the -<i>Crescent Monthly</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Dawn of a pleasant morning in May</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Broke through the Wilderness cool and gray,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Legion of Honor</i>: By H. L. Flash. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Why are we forever speaking,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Of the warriors of old,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Leonidas Polk, Priest and Warrior</i>: By E. C. McCarthy. -(Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We hear a solemn saddening sound—</div> - <div class="verse indent6">A mournful knell,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Let Him Be Free</i>: A. D., 1865. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Let him be free—his prison bars</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Are shadows on our fame”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Let Me Kiss Him For His Mother</i>: By J. P. Ordway. (L. & -L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Let me kiss him for his mother,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Let me kiss his dear youthful brow,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Let the Bugle Blow!</i> By W. Gilmore Simms. (Bohemian.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Let the bugle blow along the mountains!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Shrilly blow! shrilly blow!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Let the Drum’s Deep Tones</i>: By G. B. S., Cottage Home. -(W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Let the drum’s deep tones be muffled</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Put the bugle far away,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Let Us Cross Over the River and Rest Under the Shade of the -Trees</i>: By James. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“‘Over the river,’ a voice meekly said,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Whose clarion tones had thousands obeyed,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Letter</i>: (Amaranth from the <i>Maryland Mail Bag</i>, -1863.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“What! clasp your red hands and with brotherly trust</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Give our faith to the cheat you called Union, before?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Liberty or Death</i>: Same as <i>Southern Song of -Liberty</i>. (R. B. B., 54):</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“On! on! to the just and glorious strife</div> - <div class="verse indent4">With your swords your freedom shielding;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Liberty or Death</i>: By Lutha Fontelle. (S. L. M., June, -’62.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Fair Liberty, the peerless high-born maid</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Nursed in Olympus sacred, classic shade,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Liberty Tree</i>: (West. Res.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“In the clearest of light from the regions of day,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The Goddess of Liberty came,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Life in Prison</i>: Air, “Louisiana Lowlands:” by Captain T. -F. Roche, C. S. A. Fort Delaware, 1865. (Roche.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come listen to my ditty, it will while away a minute,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And if I didn’t think so I never would begin it,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Life on the Vicksburg Hills</i>: Air, “A Life on the Ocean -Wave.” Vicksburg Song. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A life on the Vicksburg hills, a home in the trenches deep,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A dodge from the Yankee shells, and the old pea bread won’t keep.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lilies of the Valley</i>: Inscribed to the friends who sent -them: by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey. Rochester, May, 1864. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Lady,—the fairy blossoms you have culled for me today,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Modest, dainty vestal lilies, clustering on the path of May,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lincoln Going to Canaan</i>: (Hopkins.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“At Pensacola Landing the South has made a standing,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">To resist an invasion they’re preparing,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lincoln On a Raid</i>: Air, “Sitting on a Rail.” (R. R. B., -60.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come all you fellows that love a joke,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And fun at each other love to poke,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lincoln’s Inaugural Address</i>: By A Southern Rights Man. -(R. R. from the Baltimore <i>Republican</i>, Baltimore, April -23, 1861.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I come at the people’s mad-jority call,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To open the North’s quaternary ball,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lincoln’s Royal Reception</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“First Caesar came, and bowed the knee to one</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who reigns in Washington:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lines</i>: (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“He lay among the dying, and the battle raged near by,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Upon the moist sod lying he was left to bleed and die,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lines</i>: By Florence Anderson. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“They fell on the march, while Hope was bright,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Before the clouds of Disaster’s fright,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lines</i>: By Cyrille Merle, Columbia, 1863. (E. V. M., ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“‘I am the resurrection,’</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Read the priest in solemn tone,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lines After Defeat</i>: By Paul H. Hayne. (S. S. from the -Charleston <i>Mercury</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We have suffered defeat, as the bravest may suffer;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Shall we leave unavenged our dead comrades’ gore?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Lines Around Petersburg</i>: By Samuel Davis, of N. C. -(W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh, silence, silence! now when night is near,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">And I am left alone,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lines by a Volunteer</i>: (Im.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Do not think that the volunteer selfishly pines</div> - <div class="verse indent4">At the hardships that fall to his share;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Lines, General Otho F. Strahl</i>: By F. (Amaranth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Amid a scene of carnage,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Where the dead and wounded lay,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lines on Captain Beall</i>: By Colonel Hawkins, C. S. A. (E. -V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Make not my grave in the valley yet,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">’Neath the sod of an alien let it be,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lines on the Death of Annie Carter Lee</i>, daughter of -General Robert E. Lee, C. S. A.: died at Jones’ Springs, -Warren County, N. C., October 20, 1862: by Tenella. [Mrs. M. -B. Clarke, of N. C.] (S. L. M., Editor’s Table, November and -December, 1862.) (E. V. M.)</p> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lines on the Death of Colonel B. F. Terry</i>: By J. R. -Barrick. Glasgow, Ky. Dec. 18, 1861. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“There is a wail</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As if the voice of sadness long and deep,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lines on the Death of Lieutenant General T. J. Jackson, C. -S. A.</i>: (R. B. B. 51.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Cold is his brow, and the dew of the evening</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Hangs damp o’er that form so noble and brave”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lines On the Death of Lieutenant John B. Bowles</i>: By -Florence Anderson. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Never again! ah, never again</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Shall he march proudly o’er the plain,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lines On the Death of Major General E. Van Dorn, C. S. -A.</i>: (R. B. B. 113.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The bold and noble Earle van Dorn</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The good old Southern brave,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lines On the Death of Major H. S. McConnell</i>: (Im.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“In thy young manhood thou art slain,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Shot! dead! it must be so;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lines On the Death of Major Hall S. McConnell</i>: By Mattie -Lewis. (Im.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">“He has fallen, the patriot, brother and son,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The pride of his comrades. He who to victory led on,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lines On the Death of Stonewall Jackson</i>: Philadelphia, -May, 1863. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The city stirs this morn;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From careless or from eager lips there flits,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lines On the Death of the Confederate General Albert Sidney -Johnston, of Kentucky</i>, who fell at the battle of Shiloh, -Miss., Sunday, April 6, 1862. (R. B. B. 51.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Thou art gone to thy rest</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Thou brave fearless soldier,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Lines On the Death of W. H. H. Parry</i>, who died at -Gloucester Point, Sept. 19, 1861: by Mary. (S. L. M., Editor’s -Table, Dec., ’61.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The cannon may roar but he hears not the sound,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For he ‘sleeps his last sleep’ in the cold damp ground:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lines On the Presentation of a Confederate Flag</i>: (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Our banner hidden from the light of day,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where tyrant minions hold a despot sway,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lines On the Proclamation—Issued by the Tyrant Lincoln</i>, -April First, 1863: by a Rebel. (R. B. B. 54.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We have read the tyrant’s order,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And the signet to the rule,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lines Sacred to the Memory of Captain Henry C. Gorrell, of -Greensborough, N. C.</i>, of the 2nd N. C. Regiment, who fell -in an attack which he led against the Federal Batteries in the -battle of Fair Oaks, June 14, 1862. May He Rest in Peace: by a -Friend of the Cause. (R. B. B. 34.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“They laid him away in the cold damp ground</div> - <div class="verse indent6">On the banks of a Southern stream.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lines Suggested By the Death of Dr. Kane</i>: For the -Baltimore <i>American</i>. (B. C. L., Ledger 1411.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Forever gone, thou glorious chief,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Not of embattled hosts the head,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lines To A Confederate Flag</i>: By F. H. Hotel du Louvre, -Nov. 21, 1863. (E. V. M. ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Dear Flag of my country! all hail to thy bars!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">All hail to thine azure field, circled with stars!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lines To General N. B. Forrest</i>: By Rosalie Miller, -Montgomery, Ala., July, 1864. (Amaranth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Brave Forrest, like a storm-king sweeps</div> - <div class="verse indent4">O’er the vile invaders’ path;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lines To Lee</i>: Written at the time of Hooker’s invasion: -by Mrs. C. A. Warfield, of Kentucky. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“They are pouring down upon you,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Gallant Lee,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lines To the Southern Banner</i>: (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Dear flag! that wooes the morning air</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That floats upon the midnight breeze,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lines To the Tyrant</i>: By Henry C. Alexander. S. L. M., -Dec., 1861: (Bohemian.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The legion is armed for the battle,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The charger is hot for the fray,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lines Written During These Gloomy Times, To Him Who -Despairs</i>: By Professor J. H. Hewitt. Spoken at the Richmond -“Varieties”: by Mr. Ogden, Wednesday night, May 7, 1862. (E. V. -M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Though our roofs be on fire, though our rivers run blood,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Though their flag’s on the hill, on the plain, on the flood,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Lines Written in Fort Warren</i>: By a Captive. S. L. M. -Editor’s Table, Jan., 1862. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“See ye not that the day is breaking,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Freemen from their slumbers waking,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lines Written in Fort Warren</i>: By G. W. B. Fort Warren, -Sept. 3, 1862. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Wild flowers gathered from the hills</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sunlit clouds on evening sky”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lines Written July 15, 1865</i>, the day the Confederate -soldiers in N. C. were ordered to take off their uniforms: by -A. L. D. Raleigh, N. C. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Let others sing of conquerors great,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Far famed in minstrel story,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lines Written on Receiving Some Pressed Leaves and Flowers -From Home</i>: By Jay W. Bee, P. A. C. S. Johnson’s Island, -Ohio, Oct., ’64. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Bright leaves and flowers from Vernon’s bowers,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Ye call to mind home memories sweet,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Listening</i>: By Lieutenant E. C. McCarthy: (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Under the evening shadows,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Ere the long day was done,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Litany for 1861</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O God, our God, in this our hour of dark</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And bitter dread, we flee to Thee.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Little Footsteps</i>: By Mary J. Upshur of Norfolk, Va. (E. -V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I sit in the summer moonlight,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">And watched the flecked floor,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Little Giffen</i>: By Francis O. Ticknor. (C. S. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Out of the focal and foremost fire,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Out of the hospital walls as dire,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Little Sogers</i>: (R. B. B. 56.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“What’s the matter, little sogers,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Why run up and down the land,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Little White Glove</i>: By Paul H. Hayne of S. C. -(Amaranth from the <i>Southern Illustrated News</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The early Springtime faintly flushed the earth,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And in the woods, and by their favorite stream,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Living and Dying</i>: By Major George McKnight (“Asa -Hartz”). (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I would not die on the battle field,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Where the missiles are flying wild;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The London Times Courier</i>: A Ballad, not by Campbell: by -P. H. D. (P. & P. B. from the New Orleans <i>Picayune</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A horseman from Manassas bound</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Cries, ‘Soldier, noble soldier’”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>The Lonely Grave</i>: By Mrs. C. A. Ball. Charleston, June -7. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“In a sheltered nook on Potomac’s shore,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where the earth is crimsoned with Southern gore,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Lone Sentry</i>: By James R. Randall. (S. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“’Twas as the dying of the day,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The darkness grew so still;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lone Star Banner of the Free</i>: Air, “Rule Britannia:” by -Major E. W. Cave. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“When first from out a sky of gloom</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The Lone Star lit a nation’s way,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Lone Star Camp Song</i>: As sung by Joe Cook, the -American Comedian. Published in Baltimore, 19 April, 1861. (R. -B. B. 59.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Our rifles are ready, and ready are we,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Neither fear, care, nor sorrow in this Company,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Lone Star Flag</i>: On the Secession of Texas: by H. L. -Flash. (Bohemian.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Up with the Lone Star banner!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Its hues are still as bright,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Lone Texas Star</i>: Air, “American Star:” by M. B. Smith. -(Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come, all ye brave Texians! your country is calling,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Come, take up your arms, and let’s hasten away!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Louisiana</i>: (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ho! Louisiana</div> - <div class="verse indent4">There is no clime like thine,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Louisiana</i>: A Patriotic Ode. (R. B. B. 59.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Louisiana! dear Pelican mother, arise</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Seize the lightnings that ’lumine the vault of the skies,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Loved and Lost</i>: By Colonel B. H. Jones. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I have a rose—a faded rose,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Sweeter than many a fairer flower;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Love Letter</i>: By Major L. G. Levy. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I promised once to write thee, and I write:</div> - <div class="verse indent4">What can I tell thee, dear, thou dost not know?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Major General S. B. Buckner’s Chivalry: An Imagination</i>: -Air, “Allen Percy.” By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A Southern woman bowed in weeping, stood,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Amid a crowd, unfeeling, selfish, rude,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Manassas</i>: By A Rebel, Hanover Co., Va., July 30, 1861. -(R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Upon our country’s border lay</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Holding the ruthless foe at bay,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Manassas</i>: By Mrs. C. A. Warfield, July 1861. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“They have met at last, as storm clouds</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Meet in heaven,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Manassas Races</i>: Popular Newspaper Version. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The mighty army of the North is whipped. And its remains</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Are scattered in confusion o’er Virginia’s sandy plains,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Manassas, 21 July, 1861</i>: By Mrs. Mary S. Whitaker. (S. -L. M. August, 1861, from the Richmond Despatch, August 12, -1861.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Brightly gleamed the dazzling summer sky,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Wide waved the forests vast and green,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Mansfield Run</i>: (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come, good folks, and listen to a ditty</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of the year sixty-four:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The March</i>: By John W. Overall. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Go the Southern braves to battle,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The March of the Maryland Men</i>: (R. B. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“There’s many a son of old Maryland’s soil</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In the South who have rushed to the field:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>March of the Southern Men</i>: Air, To an old Scotch Air: -printed by Geo. Dunn & Co., Richmond, Va. (R. B. M. 1863.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“There are many brave men in this Southern land</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who have hurried away to the field,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The March of the Spoiler</i>: (Amaranth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“One by one the leaves are shaken</div> - <div class="verse indent8">From the tree”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>March on! Carolinians, March on!</i> By Mrs. Farley, -Louisville, Nov. 20, 1861. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“March on, Carolinians; our hearts leap so high</div> - <div class="verse indent4">When the young and devoted so martyr-like die;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Marching to Death</i>: By J. Herbert Sass, South Carolina, -1862. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The last farewells are breathed by loving lips,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The last fond prayer for darling ones is said,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Marseilles Hymn—Translated and Adapted as an Ode</i>: -By E. F. Porter of Alabama. (R. R. from the Nashville -<i>Gazette</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Sons of the South, arise! awake! be free!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Behold! the day of Southern glory comes,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Martyr of Alexandria</i>: By James W. Simms, Indianola, -Texas. (Bohemian, from the New Orleans <i>Crescent</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Revealed as in a lightning flash,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">A hero stood!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Martyrs of Texas</i>: Air, “He’s Gone from the Mountain.” By -Col. H. Washington. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“They’ve gone from the prairies; its groves and wild flowers,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They’ve gone from the forest—its wild tangled bowers;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Martyrs of the South</i>: By A. B. Meek, Alabama. -(Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh, weep not for the gallant hearts</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Who fell in battle’s day;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Maryland!</i> (B. C. L. Ledger 1411.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Maryland, Maryland!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Stainless in story”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Maryland</i>: By Rev. John C. McCabe, D.D. (Late of Md., -Chaplain C. S. A.) November, 1861. (S. L. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Up, men of Maryland nor sleep,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While foemen bind your limbs in chains,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Maryland: A Fragment</i>: (R. B. B. 73.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Refreshed in wonted might</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By the passing hours of night,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Maryland In Chains</i>: By Mrs. O. K. Whitaker, South -Carolina. (R. B. B. 73 from the Richmond <i>Examiner</i>, May -14, 1861.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh vain is the splendor of blue-curtained skies,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The pomp of tall forests that round one arise:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Maryland in Fetters!</i> (R. B. B. 82.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“How beautiful in tears!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Dear noble state:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Maryland Line</i>: By J. D. McCabe, Jr. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“By old Potomac’s rushing tide,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Our bayonets are gleaming,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Maryland, Lost Maryland</i>: (S. L. M., January, ’63, Ed.’s -Table from the Raleigh <i>Standard</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The despot’s heel thou dost adore,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Maryland, fie! Maryland,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Maryland Martyrs</i>: (R. B. B. 79.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“They bore them to a gloomy cell,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And barred them from the light,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Maryland, Our Mother: Written at the Request of Many Exiled -Marylanders</i>: By Rev. John Collins McCabe, D.D. Richmond, -Va., November 24, 1861. (S. L. M., Dec. 1861.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O Maryland, dear Maryland! our hearts still turn to thee!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">We often, weeping, ask and say ‘when, when wilt thou be free?’”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Maryland, My Home</i>: By Louis Bonsal. (R. B. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Sweet Maryland, thy groves are green,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">And sparkling as thy rills,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Maryland, My Home</i>: (R. B. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come listen while I sing to you,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Of Maryland, my Maryland,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Maryland: Zouaves’ Own</i>: Respectfully dedicated to the -1st regiment Maryland Zouaves by their friend G. W. Alexander, -Adjutant of the regiment. (R. B. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We are bound all hands for the land of cotton,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Old seventy-six is not forgotten,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Marylander at Manassas: A Fact</i>: By N. G. R. [Dr. N. -G. Ridgely.] Baltimore, December 16, 1861. (R. B. B. 64.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Dusty and weary I laid me down</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To take my rest on the blood-wet ground”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Marylander’s Good-Bye</i>: Air, “The White Rose:” by B. -(R. B. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Adieu! Adieu! dear Maryland,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">I arm at freedom’s call”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Maryland’s Appeal</i>: Air, “The Harp That Once Through -Tara’s Halls.” (R. B. B. 84.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh Maryland, enslaved, opprest,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Insulted in thy woes,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Maryland’s Lament for Jackson</i>: By Baltimore, June, 1863. -(R. B. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Gone from us—gone from us,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Hero and friend;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Massachusetts Regiments</i>: A Prose, not a prize poem, -dedicated (without permission) to the “Mutual Admiration -Society” of the Modern Athens, of which the Atlantic Monthly is -at once the trumpet and organ. By Oats, of Virginia. (S. L. M., -June 1861.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Here they come! Here they come, to the roll of the drum,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Zigzag tagrag, bobtail, hobnail, all in martial array,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Maxcy Gregg</i>: By C. G. P. (E. V. M., ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Long have I lingered by the lovely mount,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where our great hero lies,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Major Brown</i>: Air, “Rosseau’s Dream.” (R. B. B. 68.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Gather round all friends and neighbors,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Citizens of this good town,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>McClellan’s Soliloquy</i>: By a Daughter of Georgia. (P. & -P. B. from the Charleston <i>Mercury</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Advance or not advance, that is the question</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Whether ’tis better in the mind to suffer,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Melt the Bells</i>: By F. V. Rocket, in the Memphis -<i>Appeal</i>. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Melt the bells, melt the bells,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Still the tinkling on the plains,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Men</i>: By Maurice Bell. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“In the dusk of the forest shade,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A sallow and dusty group reclined,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Men in Lace and Braid</i>: By An Old Maid. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Standing on the corner</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Decked in braid and lace,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Men of the South!</i> By G. B. J. (S. L. M., May, 1861.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Awake ye, awake, Freedom’s band!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">See ye not the flaming brand,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Merrimac</i>: By Paul H. Hayne. (Bohemian from the -Charleston <i>Courier</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We listened to the thunder</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of her mighty guns for hours,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Merry Little Soldier</i>: John Hopkins, Printer. New -Levee St., 4th D. (Wash’n. 123.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I’m a merry little soldier,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Fearing neither wound nor scar,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Midnight Ride</i>: By William Shepardson. (Bohemian.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I ride the cold and dark night through</div> - <div class="verse indent2">No moon or stars to point the way,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Minding the Gap</i>: By Mollie E. Moore. (E. V. M., from the -Houston <i>Telegraph</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“There is a radiant beauty on the hills,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The year before us walks with added bloom,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Minstrel and the Queen</i>: By Col. W. S. Hawkins. -(Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I think of the pleasures that once were mine,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">In the beautiful days that shall be no more,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Missing</i>: (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“In the cool sweet hush of a wooded nook,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where the May buds sprinkle the green old mound,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Missing</i>: By Mrs. F. A. Moore. (E. V. M., ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Not among the suffering wounded;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Not among the peaceful dead;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Missouri Massacre</i>: (S. L. M., Jan. ’63.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“He heard the children’s plaintive wrath,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">He heard the wife, with frantic cry,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Missouri, Or A Voice from the South</i>: By Harry Macarthy. -(Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Missouri, Missouri! bright land of the West,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where the way-worn emigrant always found rest;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Modern Knight-Errant</i>: By Kentucky, September, 1861. -(S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“This morn a little blackamoor</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Brought me a funny thing, she said;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Monody on Jackson</i>: By The Exile. (S. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ay, toll! toll! toll!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Toll the funeral bell!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Monody on Major W. L. Thornton</i>: By Col. C. G. Forsbey. -(Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Toll, toll, for the gallant Thornton! give sighs for the noble dead!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Let tears but flow, like the torrent of life for his country shed,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Moral of Party: Sonnet</i>: By W. G. Simms. S. L. M., -February and March, 1862. (W. G. S. from the Charleston -<i>Mercury</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The moral of a party, if it be</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That healthy States need parties, lies in this,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Morgan’s Cavalry and The Girls</i>: Air, “Coming through the -Rye.” By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“If brave Southron meet our Morgan</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Coming through Kentuck,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Morgan’s War Song</i>: (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Cheer, boys, cheer! we’ll march away to battle,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Cheer, boys, cheer! for our sweethearts and our wives,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Morgans War Song</i>: By General B. W. Duke, C. S. A. -Knoxville, Tenn., July 4, 1862. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ye sons of the South, take your weapons in hand,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For the foot of the foe hath insulted your land!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Morris Island</i>: By W. Gilmore Simms. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh! from the deeds well done, the blood well shed</div> - <div class="verse indent4">In a good cause springs up to crown the land,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Mosby and His Men</i>: By Phoenix. Selma, Alabama. October -31, 1866. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“When the historic muse shall seek</div> - <div class="verse indent8">The themes of future song,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Mother Is the Battle Over: Ballad</i>: Arranged by Jos. Hart -Denck. (R. B. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Mother is the battle over?</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Thousands have been slain, they say,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Mother Lincoln’s Melodies</i>: S. L. M., Ed. Table, July and -August, 1862. (S. S. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Little Be-Pope</div> - <div class="verse indent2">He lost his hope,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Mother of the Soldier Boy</i>: (Lee.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Why daily goes yon matron forth,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As ’twere to trace the dead?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Mother to Her Son in Prison</i>: Written in the rail car -to beguile the time on her way to visit him. By H. W. B., -January, 1865. (E. V. M., ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Shine, silver moon, o’er land and water,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Shine o’er valley, plain and hill;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Mother to her Son in the Trenches at Petersburg</i>: By -W. D. Porter. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The winter night is dark and still</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The winter rains the trenches fill,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Mother Would Comfort Me</i>: (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Wounded and sorrowful, far from my home,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sick, among strangers, uncared for, unknown,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Mother’s Farewell</i>: Air, “Jeannette and Jeanot.” (J. -M. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“You are going to leave me, darling,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Your country’s foes to fight;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Mother’s Prayer</i>: (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Father, in the battle fray</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Shelter his dear head, I pray!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Mother’s Prayer</i>: By Mrs. Margaret Piggott. Baltimore, -Friday Night, April 19th, 1861. (E. V. M., ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“God of Nations, God of Might,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In the stillness of the night,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Mother’s Trust</i>: By Mrs. G. A. H. McLeod. (S. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Far away are our beloved,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Where resounds the battle cry;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Mumford, the Martyr of New Orleans</i>: By Ina M. Porter, of -Alabama. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Where murdered Mumford lies</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bewailed in bitter sighs,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Munson’s Hill</i>: Air, “Call me Pet Names.” (R. B. B., 88.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh call us hard names, call us mere tools</div> - <div class="verse indent4">In the hands of the North, to be made such fools,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Music in Camp</i>: By John R. Thompson. (C. S. B., from the -Louisville <i>Journal</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Two armies covered hill and plain,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where Rappahannock’s waters,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>My Dream</i>: By L. F. East Baton Rouge, November 7, 1861. -(R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Lo! in my dream I saw the dove</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Just hovering o’er the troubled sea,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>My Father</i>: By Brig. General Henry R. Jackson. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“As die the embers on the hearth</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And o’er the hearth the shadows fall,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>My Friend: To Infedelia</i>: By Colonel W. S. Hawkins, C. S. -A. prisoner of war at Camp Chase, December 1861. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Your letter came, but came too late,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For Heaven had claimed its own,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>My God, What is All This For?</i> Air, “Rosseau’s Dream.” -(R. B. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh my God! what vengeful madness,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Brother against brother rise:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>My Little Volunteer</i>: By Joe Brentwood. (Im.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Say, have you seen my Harry, my little volunteer?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As fine a lad as ever lived upon the Tennessee:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>My Love</i>: By F. B. Dalton, May 6, 1864. (W. F.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“My love is the fairest,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The sweetest, the dearest,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>My Maryland</i>: By James R. Randall. Written at Point -Coupee, La. April 26, 1861. First published in the New Orleans -<i>Delta</i>. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The despot’s heel is on thy shore, Maryland!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His torch is at thy temple door, Maryland!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>My Mother Church</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“My Mother Church, on thee I call!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Although my home in ruins fall,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>My Mother-Land</i>: By Paul H. Hayne. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“My Mother-land! thou wert the first to fling</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Thy virgin flag of freedom to the breeze,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>My Native Land</i>: December, 1864. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Where is my Native Land?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Not on Kentucky’s conquered soil,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>My Native Land</i>: (Randolph.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Land of the South! imperial land!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">How proud thy mountain’s rise:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>My Noble Warrior, Come!</i> Air, “The Rock Beside the Sea.” -By Mrs. Col. C. G. Forshey. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O, tell me not that earth is fair, that spring is in its bloom,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While young hearts, hourly, everywhere, met such untimely doom,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>My Only Boy</i>: By Ellen A. Moriarty. (Bohemian.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O, let me weep! who would not weep?</div> - <div class="verse indent4">He was my only boy;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>My Order</i>: By W. Gordon McCabe: Richmond, Va. First -published in S. L. M., May, 1863, “Chats Over My Pipe.” (E. V. -M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“This flower has set me adreaming,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of the future for you and for me,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>My Prison Drear</i>: By Lieut. D. T. Walker, of Mississippi. -(Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Alas, how slow the moments go,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">As fettered on this friendless Isle;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>My Soldier</i>: Monday night, April 14th, 1862. (S. L. M., -Ed. Table, April, ’62)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Is my darling sadly dreaming,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On his lonely watch tonight,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>My Soldier Boy</i>: By T. E. Grayson, near Benton, -Mississippi, October 1861. (Im.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I am dreaming ever dreaming of a silver sanded shore,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where the blue waves softly murmur as they roll forevermore”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>My Soldier Boy</i>: By W. D. Porter, Charleston, South -Carolina. (Amaranth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The winter night is dark and chill,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The winter rains the trenches fill;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>My Southern Home (Psalm CXXVII)</i>: By Col. B. H. Jones. -Johnson’s Island, September, 1864. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“If Judean captives sat and wept, by Babel’s rivers sides,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As memories of Zion far came flowing as the tides;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>My Southern Land</i>: Dedicated to the Widow of Stonewall -Jackson. Air, “My Maryland.” By Mrs. Mary L. Wilson, of San -Antonio. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“On the crimson battle field,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Southern land, my Southern land,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>My Texas Land</i>: Air, “My Maryland.” By D. W. M. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The Yankees are upon thy coast,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Texas land, my Texas land!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>My Warrior Boy</i>: (Im.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Thou has gone forth, my darling one,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To battle with the brave,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>National Hymn</i>: By Capt. E. Griswold. (Fag.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Now let the thrilling anthem rise</div> - <div class="verse indent2">O’er all the glorious land,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>National Song—The Magnolia</i>: By Albert Pike. (Im.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“What, what is the true Southern symbol</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The symbol of Honor and Right;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Navasota Volunteers</i>: Air, “Susannah, don’t you cry.” By -William Neely, of Durant’s Cavalry. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We’re the Navasota Volunteers, our country is named Grimes,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">O come along, my conscript boys, we can’t leave you behind,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Nay, Keep the Sword</i>: By Carrie Clifford. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Nay, keep the sword which once we gave,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A token of our trust in thee;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The New Ballad of Lord Lovell</i>: (R. N. S., from the New -Orleans <i>Delta</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Lord Lovell he sat in the St. Charles Hotel,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In the St. Charles Hotel sat he,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A New Excelsior</i>: By Mary I. Upshur. (S. L. M., November, -1861.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O banner with the strange device, soar upward to the sun</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And greet him there right gallantly for the work of Sixty-one!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The New Fashion</i>: Air, “Rory O’Moore.” By Kentucky. (S. -O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Make way there! Look out! A hare-brained hero comes,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Your loudest bugles sound! and beat, oh, beat your drums!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>A New Red, White and Blue</i>: Written for a Lady: by Jeff. -Thompson. (A. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Missouri is the pride of the nation,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The hope of the brave and the free”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The New Star</i>: (Same as <i>Hail to the South</i>): By B. -M. Anderson. S. L. M., April, 1861. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Another star arisen; another flag unfurled;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Another name inscribed among the nations of the world”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Next Time That Bragg Comes This Way</i>: By Kentucky, -November 27, 1864. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The next time that Bragg comes this way</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I hope that he will come to stay,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Niggers in Convention: Sumner’s Speech</i>: (R. B. B. 88.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Welcome my bredren here you is</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I greets you wid delight”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Nil Desperandum—To the Southern Soldier</i>: By Ikey Ingle. -Richmond, Virginia, January 18th, 1864. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Wheel in the rut? then shoulder to the wheel;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Make muscle and sinew nerve force feel;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Nil Desperandum</i>: Inscribed to our Soldier Boys: by Ada -Rose. Pine Bluff, Arkansas. March 10th, 1862. (R. N. S. from -the Memphis <i>Avalanche</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The Yankee hosts are coming,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With their glittering rows of steel,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Nil Desperandum</i>: By Mrs. C. A. Warfield. (E. V. M., ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Yield! never! while a foothold</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Is left on Southern soil”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The 9th of April, 1865</i>: From the London Spectator. (C. -S. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“It is a nation’s death cry! Yes, the agony is past,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The stoutest race that ever fought today hath fought its last,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>No Land Like Ours</i>: By J. R. Barrick, of Kentucky. (W. G. -S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Though other lands may boast of skies</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Far deeper in their blue,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>No Surrender</i>: Published by Geo. Dunn and Co., Richmond, -Virginia. (R. B. M., 1864.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ever constant, ever true,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Let the word be ‘No Surrender!’”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>No Union Men</i>: By Millie Mayfield. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“‘Union Men’ O thrice-fooled fools,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">As well might ye hope to bind”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>North Carolina Call to Arms</i>: Air, “The Old North State:” -by Luola. [Mrs. Loula W. Rogers of Ga.] Raleigh, 1861. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ye sons of Carolina! awake from your dreaming,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The minions of Lincoln upon us are streaming!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>North Carolina’s War Song</i>: Air, “Annie Laurie.” (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We leave our pleasant homesteads,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We leave our smiling farms,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Northern Mother After a Battle</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Throb, my heart, throb! for thy dear country throb!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">There’s nothing else left thee, for Death did rob thee of thy joy”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Not Doubtful of Your Fatherland!</i> (W. S. G. from the -Charleston <i>Mercury</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Not doubtful of your fatherland</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Or of the God who gave it”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Notice to the North!</i> (R. N. S., from <i>Charivari</i>. -December 7, 1861.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Yankees beware! we are averse,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">But not afraid to fight,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Now’s the Day, and Now’s the Hour!</i> Inscribed to Lt. -Col. J. W. Bowles, 2nd Reg. Kentucky Cavalry by request of a -friend of his boyhood. Air, “Bruce’s Address,” some lines of it -retained by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Old Kentucky, whose sons have bled,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Where the bravest men have led”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Nuts to Crack for Uncle Sam</i>: By Janet Hamilton. -Langloan. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Have ye come to your senses yet, Sammy my man,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For ye was just red-mad when the war it began;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Oath for Liberty</i>: By W. G. Simms. (S. L. M., -February and March, ’62.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Only one oath may the freeman take,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To sacrifice all for freedom’s sake”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Obsequies of Stuart</i>: By John R. Thompson. (S. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We could not pause, while yet the noontide air,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Shook with the cannonade’s incessant pealing,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Ode to a Body Louse</i>: By F. B. In the field near -Marietta, Georgia, June 15, 1864. (W. F.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Let others sing of strife and war’s alarms</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And waste their breath;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Officer’s Funeral</i>: (J. M. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hark! to the shrill trumpet calling,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">It pierceth the soft summer air!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Officers of Dixie</i>: By a Growler: (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Let me whisper in your ear, sir,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Something that the South should hear, sir,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Oh! Abraham, Resign!</i> By a New Contributor. (R. B. B. 57.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The days are growing shorter,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The sun has crossed the line,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Oh! Hasten Back, My Soldier Boy!</i> By J. P. H. -Charlottesville, Virginia. (Cav.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“How oft have I sighed for my soldier boy, gone</div> - <div class="verse indent10">To battle with our cruel and merciless foe:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Oh, He’s Nothing But a Soldier</i>: Air, “Annie Laurie.” By -A. Young Rebelle, Esq. (Im.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh, he’s nothing but a soldier,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But he’s coming here tonight”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Oh, Jeff, Why Don’t You Come?</i> Air, “Willie We Have -Missed You.” (R. B. B. 80).</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Jeff Davis are you coming? We’ll be glad to see you here!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We’ll give you hearty greeting! you’ll be welcome everywhere:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Oh! No, he’ll Not Need Them Again</i>: To Rev. A. J. Ryan, -of Knoxville, Tennessee. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh! no, he’ll not need them again</div> - <div class="verse indent4">No more will he wake to behold”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Old Abe Lincoln</i>: (R. B. B. 58.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“My name it is Abe Lincoln</div> - <div class="verse indent4">I lead a wretched life”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Old Abe’s Lament</i>: Air, “The Campbells are Coming.” (R. -B. B. 57.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Jeff Davis is coming oh! dear! oh! dear!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Jeff Davis is coming, oh dear!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Old Betsy</i>: By John Killum. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come with the rifle so long in your keeping,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Clean the old gun up and hurry it forth”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Old Brigade</i>—Virginia’s 1st-7th-11th and 17th: by -Maurice D’Bell. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Behold yon throng of heroes!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Their eyes are heavy and dim,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Old Dixie’s Soldiers</i>: By J. P. H. Charlottesville, -Virginia. (Cav.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Mid war’s alarms fair Dixie stands,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Arrayed against rude Northern bands,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Old Jim Ford</i>: Air, “Carry Me Back to Old Virginny.” -(Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“When I reflect on what I am and who my master was,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I think I’ve run away from home without sufficient cause;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Old John Brown: A Song for Every Southern Man</i>: (Wash’n, -unclassified Mss.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Now all you Southern people, just listen to my song,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">It’s about the Harper’s Ferry affair, it is not very long”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Old Mammy’s Lament for Her Young Master</i>: By Hermine. -(S. L. M., Nov. and Dec., ’63.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“My dear young massa’s gone to war,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Gone from missus, home, and me”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Old Moultrie</i>: By Catherine Gendron Poyas, of Charleston. -(W. G. S. from the Charleston <i>Mercury</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The splendor falls on bannered walls,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Old Moultrie, great in story”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Old Negro at Calhoun’s Grave</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Who comes with tottering step and slow,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Bowed not so much by years, as woe,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Old Rifleman</i>: By Frank O. Ticknor, M. D., of -Georgia. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Now, bring me out my buckskin suit!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">My pouch and powder, too!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Old Sergeant</i>: (B. E., First appeared as -the Carrier’s New Year Address of the Louisville -<i>Courier-Journal</i>, 1863.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The carrier cannot sing tonight the ballads, etc.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come a little nearer, Doctor—thank you, let me take the cup.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Old Stonewall</i>: By C. D. Dasher. (Fag.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh, don’t you remember old Stonewall, my boys,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Old Stonewall, on charger so gray,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>An Old Texian’s Appeal</i>: By Reuben E. Brown. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come all ye temper’d hearts of steel—come quit your flocks and farms—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Your sports, your plays, your holidays, and hark, away to arms!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>On! Advance!</i> By W. G. Simms. (S. L. M., Feb. and March, -’62.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent6">“Esperance!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">On! advance!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Southrons with the bolt and lance!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>On a Raid</i>: By Ikey Ingle. Richmond, Virginia, 1862. (E. -V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We must move tonight, my men, brisk marching’s to be done!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For a stout blow must be struck, and true, by the morrow’s sun”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>On Ash Wednesday, 1862</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The six weeks’ Sabbath has begun;</div> - <div class="verse indent4">A little while, my soul, be done”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>On Guard</i>: Words respectfully inscribed to Miss S. E. B. -by Wallace Rowe. Music from an old German Melody. (R. B. M., -1864.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“At dead of night when on my beat,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And naught but darkness meets my view,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>On Reading a Proclamation for Public Prayer</i>: Sonnet: by -South Carolinian: (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh! terrible, this prayer in the market place,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">These advertised humilities, decreed”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>On! Southron, On!</i> By W. B. L. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“On! Southron, on!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Your flag’s unfurled”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>On the Death of Brig.-General Charles H. Winder, of -Maryland</i>: Killed by a cannon shot in battle of Slaughter’s -Mountain, Virginia, June 9, 1862. By J. R. Trimble, -Major General C. S. A., Johnston’s Island. September, 1864. (W. -L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The fight is o’er, the victory’s won,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">We pause to count the cost;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>On the Death of General Stonewall Jackson</i>: By Lillian -Rosell Messenger, Tuscumbia, Alabama. May 13th, 1863. (Im.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The leaf has perished in the green;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And while we breathe beneath the sun,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>On the Death of Lieut.-General Jackson: A Dirge</i>: By Mrs. -C. A. Warfield of Kentucky. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Go to thy rest, great chieftain,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">In the zenith of thy fame”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>On the Flank</i>: By R. B. Witter, Jr. (S. L. M., May ’63.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“’Twas a glowing Sabbath morning,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bright the golden sunbeams fell,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>On the Heights of Mission Ridge</i>: By J. Augustine -Signaigo. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“When the foes, in conflict heated,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Battled over road and bridge,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>On to Glory</i>: (J. M. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Sons of freedom, on to glory,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Go where brave men do or die:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>On to Richmond</i>: After Southey’s <i>March to Moscow</i>: -by John R. Thompson of Virginia. (E. V. M. from the <i>Richmond -Whig</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Major General Scott</div> - <div class="verse indent2">An order had got</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To push on the column to Richmond,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>On to the Battle</i>: By Miss Marie E. Jones. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“On to the battle! though the foe be before you,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Though the death-hail rattle!—God watches o’er you;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>One Cause of the War</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The man who trusts not God betrays himself</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Weak victim he to that foul harpy, wealth;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Only a Common Soldier</i>: Confederate States Almanac, 1862, -(N. Y. P. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“He was only a common soldier,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">But a monarch proud and grand”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Only a Soldier</i>: By Major Lamar Fontaine. (Fag.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“‘Only a soldier!’ I heard them say,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With a heavy heart I turned away,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Only a Soldier’s Grave</i>: By S. A. Jones. Aberdeen, -Mississippi. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Only a soldier’s grave! Pass by,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For soldiers, like other mortals, die”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Only One Fell</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“‘Only one fell,’ and his name was told,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">‘Only one fell,’ but him death could not hold,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Only One Killed</i>: By Julia L. Keyes, Montgomery, Alabama. -(W. G. S. from the Southern <i>Field and Fireside</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Only one killed in company B</div> - <div class="verse indent2">’Twas a trifling loss—one man!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>O Here’s to the Soldier So Gay</i>: By Captain M. G. -Davidson, of Gen. M. L. Smith’s Signal Corps. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">“O here’s to the soldier so gay! who shoulders his musket all day,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With wearisome feet he faces the beat, still keeping the Yankees away:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>O! I’m a Good Old Rebel</i>: Respectfully dedicated to Thad. -Stevens, 1862. Sung by Harry Allen, Washington Artillery, New -Orleans, La. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O! I’m a good old Rebel</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Now that’s just what I am”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>O Johnny Bull, My Jo John</i>: Air, “John Anderson, my Jo.” -(R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh Johnny Bull, my Jo John! I wonder what you mean,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By sending all these forgates out, commissioned by the Queen:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>O Lovely Dixie’s Land</i>: By M. J., Baltimore, April, 1861. -(R. B. B. 90.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O! lovely Dixie’s Land,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Where fruits and flowers grow;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>O, Sweet South</i>: By W. Gilmore Simms. (S. L. M., January, -1861.) (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O the Sweet South! the sunny South!</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Land of true feeling, land forever mine!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>O, Tempora! O, Mores!</i> By John Dickson Bruns, M. D. (W. -G. S. from the Charleston <i>Mercury</i>, 1864.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“‘Great Pan is dead!’ so cried an airy tongue</div> - <div class="verse indent4">To one who drifting down Calabria’s Shore,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Ordered Away</i>: Dedicated to the Oglethorpe and Walker -Light Infantry, Atlanta, Ga. By Mrs. J. J. Jacobus. April 2, -1861. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“At the end of each street, a banner we meet,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The people all march in a mass,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Our Braves in Virginia</i>: Air, “Dixie Land.” (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We have ridden from the brave Southwest</div> - <div class="verse indent4">On fiery steeds, with throbbing breast,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Our Boys Are Gone</i>: Air, “The Minstrel Boy:” by Col. -Hamilton Washington. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Our boys are gone ’till the war is o’er,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In the ranks of death you’ll find them,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Our Cause</i>: (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh, story long and sad to tell,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of how we fought and how we fell,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Our Cherished Dead</i>: (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“What tho’ no stately column,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Their cherished names may raise:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Our Chief</i>: By the author of “<i>Southrons</i>” [Mrs. C. -A. Warfield.] Beechmore, January 10, 1866. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“No! not forgotten, though the halls</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Of state no more behold him,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Our Christmas Hymn</i>: By John Dickson Bruns, M. D., -Charleston, South Carolina. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“‘Goodwill and peace! peace and goodwill!’</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The burden of the Advent song,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Our City by the Sea</i>: By W. Gilmore Simms. (W. G. S.):</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Our city by the sea</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As the rebel city known”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Our Confederate Dead</i>: What the heart of a young girl -said to the dead soldier: by a Lady of Augusta, Georgia. (W. G. -S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Unknown to me, brave boy, but still I wreathe</div> - <div class="verse indent4">For you the tenderest of wildwood flowers,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Our “Cottage By the Sea:”</i> Lines written in Fort -Lafayette by a Prisoner. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I dreamed that I dwelt in marble halls,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And ’tis not so, you see,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Our Country’s Call</i>: By H. Walter. (Randolph.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“To arms! oh, men in all our Southern clime,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Do you not scent the battle from afar,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Our Dead</i>: By Col. A. M. Hobby. Galveston <i>News</i>, -Texas. Jan., 1866. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Vile, brutal man! and darest thou</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In God’s anointed place to preach”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Our Departed Comrades</i>: By J. Marion Shirer, a Soldier in -the Field. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I am sitting alone by a fire</div> - <div class="verse indent4">That glimmers on Sugar Loaf’s height,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Our Dixie</i>: By a Lady of Augusta, Georgia, 1865. (Im.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I heard long since a simple strain,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">It brought no thrill of joy or pain,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Our Failure</i>: By the Author of “<i>Southrons</i>,” [Mrs. -C. A. Warfield]. Beechmore, Kentucky, June 1, 1866. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Yes, we have failed! That iron word</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Drove never home its bolt of fate,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Our Fallen Brave</i>: By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. January 22, -1862. (Corinth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“They fell! in Freedom’s cause they fell,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The noble patriot band,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Our Faith in ’61</i>: By A. J. Requier. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Not yet one hundred years have flown</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Since on this very spot,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Our Flag</i>: By Mr. K. of Hampshire Co., Virginia. (E. V. -M., ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Our battle-flag! behold it wave,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">In the young morning’s roseate light,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Our Glorious Flag</i>: Air, “Her Bright Smile Haunts Me -Still.” Vicksburg Song. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“There is freedom on each fold, and each star is freedom’s throne,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the free, the brave, the bold, guard thine honor as their own:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Our Hope</i>: Third Edition: by Le Diable Baiteux. (R. B. B. -91.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“God save our Southern land,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">God be our trust,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Our Killed in Battle: Sonnet</i>: New Orleans, 1861. (E. V. -M., ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“As swift, glad brooks run towards the mighty sea,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And in its heart are lost forevermore,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Our Left</i>: By Francis O. Ticknor, M. D., Georgia. (B. E.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“From dark to dawn they stood</div> - <div class="verse indent4">That long midsummer day”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Our Marshal Kane</i>: Air, “Roseas’ Dream.” (R. B. B., 51)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come and listen to my story</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From all lies I will refrain,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Our Martyrs</i>: By Paul H. Hayne. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I am sitting lone and weary,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">On the hearth of my darkened room,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Our Mothers Did So Before Us</i>: Air, “My Mother Did So -Before Me:” by Augusta Foster. Foster’s Settlement, Alabama, -January 22, 1862. (S. L. M., Ed. Table, Jan. ’62.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We are a band of brothers bold,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Now fighting for our nation,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Our Nameless Heroes</i>: Inscribed to the author of the -“Haversack.” (E. V. M., ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Our nameless heroes—glorious band—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That for our dear, dear Southern land,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Our Noble Dead</i>: By John E. Hatcher of Alabama. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We will not wander to the gloomy years,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Through whose dark scenes we have so lately passed”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Our President</i>: By Fanny Downing. C. S. A., ’64. (E. V. -M., ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A people spring to being, in whose bounds,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Lie mightiest elements of glory,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Our Rights</i>: Song. (West. Res.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The stars and stripes, Oh lovely cloth,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">To hide the tricks of crafty knaves,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Our Southern Dead</i>: By A. Baltimore, October 6, 1862. (R. -B. B., p. 91.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Mourn for our glorious dead,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Gallant men and leaders brave,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Our Southern Land</i>: By Patria Dolorosa. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The mountains lift aloft their hoary peaks,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The rivers to the ocean proudly run,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Our Starry Cross</i>: (Cav.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Our starry Cross was first unfurled,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">On Manassas’ bloody plain,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Our Stonewall’s Grave</i>: By Esperanza. July 4, 1863. (C. -C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Stranger, pause at this mound of clay,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">See it is fresh, and was made today;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Over the (Mississippi) River</i>: By Miss Maria E. Jones. -(Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Over the River there are fierce stern meetings,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">No kindly clasp of hand, no welcome call;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Over the River</i>: By Jane T. H. Cross. (W. G. S. from the -Nashville <i>Christian Advocate</i>, 1861.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We hail your ‘stripes’ and lessened ‘stars’</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As one may hail a neighbor,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Over the River</i>: By J. Daffore. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Over the river—over the river—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">There where the soft lying shadows invite,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Over the River</i>: By E. De Mondion. (Amaranth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The camp was hushed, the midnight passed,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">But the warriors their vigil kept,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Over the River</i>: (The Mississippi): By Rev. J. E. Carnes. -(Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Over the river,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Our country is massing her band”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Paean of the Coffinless Dead</i>: Douglas, Arkansas, -March 6, 1864. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The paean I sing of the coffinless dead—</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The heroes who wore the gray”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Pardon and Peace</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Pardon and peace! what music in those words,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Meet for the angel’s song!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Patience, Patience, O My Spirit!</i> By Kentucky. Oct. 20, -1862. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Patience, patience, O my spirit!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Only patience doth inherit”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Patriotic Song</i>: Air, “Gathering of the Clans:” by Dr. -John W. Paine, of Lexington, Virginia, June 30, 1862. (Fag. -from the Richmond <i>Despatch</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Rise, rise, mountain and valley men,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Bald sire and beardless son, each come in order,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Patriotism</i>: (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The holy fire that nerved the Greek,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">To make his stand at Marathon,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Patriotism, or Love?</i> (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Like a child tossed on the waves in scorn,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Without a compass, I float on.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Patriot’s Death the Sign of a Brighter Morrow</i>: Air, -“Tom Moore:” by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“In blood the sun is setting,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">That this morn arose in clouds;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Peace</i>: By L. Burroughs of Savannah, Georgia, April, -1865. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“They are ringing Peace on my weary ear,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">No Peace to this heavy heart,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Pelican Flag</i>: (Bohemian from the New Orleans -<i>Sunday Delta</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Fling to the Southern wind</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The banner with its type of motherhood;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Pensacola</i>: By M. Louise Rogers. (Im.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O night wind! gently, softly blow</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Over the loved ones lying so low,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Pensacola: To My Son</i>: By M. S., New Orleans, Louisiana. -(R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Beautiful the land may be</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Its groves of palm, its laurel trees,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The People in Grey</i>: By Col. B. H. Jones. Johnson’s -Island, May 12, 1865. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A noble people were the People in Grey,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">However derided or slandered;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Picayune Butter</i>: Air, “All on hobbies.” (West. Res.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Old Fuss and Feathers, as we knew before,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Sent away from down East to sack Baltimore.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Picture</i>: (E. V. M. from the Savannah <i>Morning -News</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We were sitting round the table</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Just a night or two ago”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>A Pledge to Lee: Written for a Kentucky Company</i>: By Mrs. -C. A. Warfield, of Kentucky. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We pledge thee, Lee!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">In water or wine,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Poem on the Death of Jackson</i>: (Killed by a New York -Zouave in Alexandria, Virginia. May 24, 1861.) (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Not where the battle red,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Covers with fame the dead,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Poem Which Needs No Dedication</i>: By James Barron Hope. -(R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“What! you hold yourselves as freemen?</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Tyrants love just such as ye!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Polk</i>: By H. L. Flash. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A flash from the edge of a hostile trench,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A puff of smoke, a roar”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Poor Soldier</i>: A popular camp song of the -sixty-second Alabama Regiment (The Boy Regiment). (C. S. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Little do rich people know</div> - <div class="verse indent2">What we poor soldiers undergo”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Pop Goes the Weasel</i>: (J. M. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“King Abraham is very sick,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Old Scott has got the measles,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Pope</i>: To the tune of Bo-Peep. (C. S. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Poor Johnnie Pope,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Has lost his coat,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Praeterita</i>: By S. D. D. In Camp, December 28th, 1863. -(S. L. M., Feb., ’64.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I see in the shadows nightly,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The dream of a girlish face,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Pray, Maiden, Pray!</i> A Ballad for the Times: Respectfully -dedicated to the patriotic women of the South: by A. W. -Kercheval, Esq., music by A. J. Turner; published by Geo. Dunn -& Co., Richmond, Va. (R. B. M., 1864.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Maiden, pray for thy lover now,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Thro’ all this starry night,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Prayer</i>: (These verses were written by a deaf and dumb -girl of Savannah, Georgia, on the occasion of a fast day.) (E. -V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Before thy throne, O God!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Upon this blood-wet sod,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Prayer</i>: By Fadette. (Amaranth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Lord God of Hosts! we lift our hearts to thee!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Our streaming eyes lift daily toward thy Throne”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Prayer for Maryland</i>: The National Prayer slightly -altered from the original of Bishop Whitingham, to suit the -present highly favored condition of the people of Maryland. (R. -B. B. 82.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“From Lincoln to Hick’s</div> - <div class="verse indent4">From Dodge and old Dix,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Prayer For My Only Son, Aged Fifteen, Now in the Service of -His Country</i>: Memphis, July 26, 1864. (Amaranth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“God bless my daring, venturous boy,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Where’er his feet may stray,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Prayer for Peace</i>: By Major S. Yates Levy: (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Almighty God! Eternal Sire and King!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Ruler Supreme! who all things didst create,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Prayer for Peace</i>: By G. H. S. Charleston, South -Carolina. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec., 63). (From the -<i>Record</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Look forth, look forth, from the pale hills of time,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Which, deepening in the distance, rise and swell,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Prayer for Peace</i>: By S. Teackle Wallis, of Maryland. -(S. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Peace! Peace! God of our fathers, grant us Peace!</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Unto our cry of anguish and despair,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Prayer for the South</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh God! my heart goes up to Thee</div> - <div class="verse indent6">For our brave men on land and sea,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Prayer of the South</i>: By Father Abram J. Ryan. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“My brow is bent beneath a heavy rod!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">My face is wan and white with many woes,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>President Davis</i>: By Jane T. H. Cross. (W. G. S., -published in the New York <i>News</i>, 1865.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The cell is lonely and the night</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Has filled it with a darker light,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The President’s Chair</i>: Air, “Star Spangled Banner.” -(West. Res.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ye Southrons arouse, and do battle, nor yield</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To the black northern hordes now infesting your borders,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Price of Peace</i>: By Luola. [Mrs. Loula W. Rogers, of -Ga.] (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A woman paced with hurried step, her lone and dreary cell—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The setting sun, with golden ray upon her dark hair fell,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Printers of Virginia to “Old Abe:”</i> By Harry C. -Treakle, Norfolk, Virginia, April 4, 1862. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Though we’re exempt, we’re not the metal</div> - <div class="verse indent8">To keep in when duty calls:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Prison on Lake Erie</i>: By Asa Hartz, [Major George -McKnight] Johnson’s Island, February 1864. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The full round moon in God’s blue bend</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Glides o’er her path so queenly,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Prison Reveries—Storm</i>: By H. W. B., of Kentucky. -Johnson’s Island, August, 1863. (E. V. M., ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The storm-capped waves are fiercely breaking</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With sullen roll and snowy crest,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Prisoner’s Dream</i>: By Col. B. H. Jones, Johnson’s -Island, November, 1864. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I dreamed ’twas the Sabbath day, Letitia,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The sky serene and blue,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Prisoner’s Fancy</i>: By Col. W. S. Hawkins. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Though I rest in a Prison, and long miles between us be,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Past the guards and through the distance, sweet, my soul</div> - <div class="verse indent12">goes out to thee”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Prisoner’s Lament</i>: By Captain Clarkson of Missouri. -Set to music by D. O. Booker of Tennessee, while both were -prisoners of war on Johnson’s Island. (Hubner.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“My home is on a sea-girt isle,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Far far away from thee”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Prisoner of State</i>: A. D., 1865. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I see him in his loathsome cell</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The martyr of a ruined cause,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Private in the Ranks</i>: Suggested by a chapter in -“Macaria.” By C. E. McC. Dauphin Island, May 5, A. D. 1864. (C. -C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“No tinselled bar his collar bears;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">No epaulette or star,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Privates in the Ranks</i>: By Lieut. E. C. McCarthy. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“No golden bar his collar wears,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">No epaulette or star,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Private Maguire</i>: (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ach, its nate to be Captain or Colonel,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Divil a bit would I want to be higher;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Pro Aris et Focis</i>: Song of the Spartan Rifleman: 1861. -(R. N. S. from the Spartansburg <i>Express</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Our banner the gift of the gentle and fair,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">How proudly it floats in the morning air,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Pro Memoria</i>: Air, “There is rest for the weary.” By Ina -M. Porter, of Alabama. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Lo! the Southland Queen, emerging</div> - <div class="verse indent6">From her sad and wintry gloom,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Prometheus Vinctus</i>: By Fanny Downing. (E. V. M. ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Prometheus on the cold rock bound,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The vulture at his heart,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Promise of Spring</i>: (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The sun-beguiling breeze,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From the soft Cuban seas,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Prosopopeia—Virginia’s Call to Arms</i>: March, 1861. (S. -L. M., April, 1861.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come from your mountain regions,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Come from your plains afar,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Quam diu tandem abutere patientia no</i>: By B., Baltimore, -June 30, 1861. (R. B. B. 4.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come gentle muse, give me your aid,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Keen make my pen as Ashby’s blade”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Quantrell’s Call</i>: Air, “Pirate’s Serenade.” (Im.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Up, comrades up, the moon is in the west,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And we must be gone at the dawn of the day,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Rachel of Rama, St. Matthew II, 18</i>: By Christopher -Waife. S. W. Virginia, January 4, 1863. (S. L. M., August ’63.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“When the river floweth,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Floweth to the sea,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Rally Around the Stars and Bars</i>: By Robert Lamp, 51st -Georgia Vols. (R. B. B. 94.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Rally round your country’s flag, ye freemen of the South,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Gird on your armor for the fray, go ye to battle forth,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Rally of the South</i>: [By C. B. Northrup]. (Outcast.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Gallant men of Southern blood,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Rally Round the Flag, Boys!</i> (Army.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We are marching to the field, boys, we are going to the fight,</div> - <div class="verse indent14">Shouting the battle cry of Freedom.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Rally Round the Standard, Boys</i>: (R. B. B. 94.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“My heart is in the South, boys, my heart is not here,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We will rally round the South, boys, for liberty, so dear,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Rallying Song of the Virginians</i>: Air, “Scots, wha hae:” -By Susan Archer Talley. S. L. M., Ed. Table, June, 1861. (E. V. -M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Now rouse ye, gallant comrades all,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And ready stand, in war’s array,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Ranger’s Farewell</i>: By ——, of Col. Wm. H. Parson’s -Regiment. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come fathers, sons and brothers! it is your country’s call!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">If you’ve the heart and courage to face a cannon ball!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Ranger’s Lay</i>: Air, “I’ll hang my harp on the willow -tree.” By Mrs. Mary L. Wilson. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Here, for the cause that the valiant love, we claim the right to die!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On the battle field shall our sabres prove that right is valued high,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Ranger’s Parting Song</i>: By G. W. Archer, M. D. (E. V. M., -’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A mystic spell lures men to dwell</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Far far from wilds away,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Rappahannock Army Song</i>: By John C. McLemore. (W. G. S., -from the Richmond <i>Enquirer</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The toil of the march is over—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The pack will be borne no more”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Raden-Linden</i>: By Col. B. H. Jones, Prisoner of War, -Johnson’s Island, November 3, 1864. (C. S. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“In prison, when the sun was up,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Each ‘reb’ licked clean his plate and cup”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Reading the List</i>: (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Is there any news of the war? she said—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Only a list of the wounded and dead,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Reaper</i>: Fort Taylord, N. C. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The apples are ripe in the orchard,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The work of the reaper’s begun,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Reason Why</i>: By Col. B. N. Jones. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“From streets and alleys float afar,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The moanings of this famine war,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Reason “Why:”</i> By Rev. John Collins McCabe, D.D. -Richmond, 1862. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec., 1862.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Is it ‘beyond all wonder’ how amid the battle thunder,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They can fight, those ‘ragged wretches,’ while your well dressed</div> - <div class="verse indent15">soldiers fly,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Rebel Prisoner</i>: (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“One morning, one morning, one morning in May,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I heard a poor soldier lamenting, and say:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Rebel Sock</i>: By Mrs. M. B. Clarke. (E. V. M., ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“In all the pomp and pride of war</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The Lincolnite was dressed,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Rebel Soldier, Killed in the Trenches Before Petersburg, -Va., April 15, 1865</i>: By A Kentucky Girl. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Killed in the trenches! How cold and bare</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The inscription graved on the white card there”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Rebel Toasts: Or Drink It Down!</i> (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O, here’s to South Carolina! drink it down,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Here’s to South Carolina! drink it down,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Rebel’s Dream</i>: By A. F. Leovy. (Fag.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Softly in dreams of repose,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">A vision so pure and so sweet,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Rebel’s Requiem</i>: By Col. M. V. Moore of Auburn, Alabama. -(Hubner.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh, give him a grave when the victory’s won</div> - <div class="verse indent6">In the dust of his own dear clime,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Rebel’s Retort</i>: Air, “Cocachelunk.” (R. B. B., 96.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Tell us not we will make blunders,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That our hopes are but a dream,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Rebels! ’Tis a Holy Name</i>: By Rev. Mr. Garesche, of St. -Louis. (E. V. M. from the Atlanta <i>Confederacy</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Rebels! ’Tis a holy name,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The name our father’s bore,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Recapture of Galveston</i>: Air, “Happy Land of Canaan.” By -M. E. Beaver. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Now all you girls and boys</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Open your ears and hush your noise,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Recognition of the Southern Confederacy</i>: Air, “Rosseau’s -Dream.” (West. Res.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Recognize us, recognize us,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">From the South the noble cry,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Recompense</i>: By Captain J. B. Clarke, 18th Miss. -Infantry. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“From out the Irish peasant’s hut</div> - <div class="verse indent4">There came a doleful wail,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Recruiting Sergeant</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I am a Southern Recruiting Sergeant, oho!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The way that the ranks can be filled up I know”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Redeemed!</i> By a Prisoner in solitary confinement, May 31, -1865. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“What, though the wrong, I have defied</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And smote it with the fleshy sword;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Red Zouave</i>: (S. L. M., Nov., 1861.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The stars were bright, the breeze was still</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The cicada and the whippoorwill”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Reddato Gladium!</i> Virginia to Winfield Scott. By E. W. S. -L. M., November and December, 1862. (W. G. S. from the Richmond -<i>Whig</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A voice is heard in Ramah!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">High sounds are in the gale!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Re-Enlist</i>: By Mrs. Margarita J. Canedo. (S. B. P.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“What! shall we now throw down the blade,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And doff the helmet from our brows?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Regulus</i>: By Margaret J. Preston. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Have ye no mercy? Punic rage</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Boasted small skill in torture, when”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Requiem for 1861</i>: By H. C. B. (Bohemian from the -<i>Southern Field and Fireside</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Year of terror, year of strife</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Year with evil passions rife,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Retreat of the Grand Army from Bull Run</i>: Air, “Sweet -Evelina.” By Ernest Clifton, (Mr. Piersol of Baltimore,) -Baltimore, Maryland. (R. B. B., 11.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Way down in Virginia,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That glorious old State,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Retreat of the 60,000 Lincoln Troops</i>: July 15, 1861. (R. -B. B., 95.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“’Twas a clear and a beautiful day,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the sun was in the sky,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Return</i>: (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Three years! I wonder if she’ll know me?</div> - <div class="verse indent8">I limp a little, and I left one arm”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Return Home</i>: Philadelphia, July, 1865. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Aye, give them welcome home, fair South!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For you they’ve made a deathless name;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Rich Mountain</i>: By William H. Holcombe, M.D. (S. L. M., -Nov., 1861.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The clash of arms, the tread of hurrying feet,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Shoutings and groans, and victory and retreat,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Richmond Heroine</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A pretty girl, through whose soft hair</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Daintily played warm Southern air,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Richmond is a Hard Road to Travel</i>: Air, “Jordan is a -Hard Road to Travel.” Dedicated to General A. E. Burnside. (C. -S. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Would you like to hear my song—I’m afraid it’s rather long,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of the famous ‘On to Richmond’ double trouble;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Richmond on the James</i>: By Anna Marie Welby, Louisville, -Kentucky, July, 1862. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A soldier boy from Bourbon, lay gasping on the field,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When the battle’s shock was over and the foe was forced to yield;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Riding a Raid</i>: Air, “Bonny Dundee.” (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“’Tis old Stonewall the Rebel that leans on his sword,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And while we are mounting prays low to the Lord:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Rode’s Brigade Charge at Seven Pines</i>: By W. P. C., of -Virginia. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Down by the valley, ’mid thunder and lightning,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Down by the valley, ’mid jettings of light,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Root Hog or Die</i>: The Camp Version. (J. M. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Abe Lincoln keeps kicking up a fuss,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Think he’d better stop, for he’ll only make it worse,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Rumor of Peace</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I think a voice divine hath stirred the air;</div> - <div class="verse indent8">I do not breathe so heavily,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Rum Raid at Velasco</i>: Air, “Dixie.” By Waul’s Legion, -written by one of the Bucket-eers. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“One night when we were getting dry,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A little old whiskey was the cry:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Run from Manassas Junction</i>: (P. P. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Yankee Doodle went to war</div> - <div class="verse indent4">On his little pony”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Run Yanks, or Die!</i> Air, “Root Hog, or Die.” By T. W. -Crowson. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Now if you all will listen while I relate</div> - <div class="verse indent2">About the cause of Freedom you’re here to calculate:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Sabbath Bells</i>: (E. V. M. from the Charleston -<i>Mercury</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Those Sabbath bells! Those Sabbath bells!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">No more their soothing music tells.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Sabine Pass</i>: Dedicated to the Davis Guards—the Living -and the Dead. By Mrs. M. J. Young. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Sabine Pass in letters of gold</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Seem written upon the sky today”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Sacrifice</i>: (W. G. S. from the Charleston <i>Mercury</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Another victim to the sacrifice!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Oh! my own mother South,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>St. John, the Baptist, Patron of South Carolina</i>: [By C. -B. Northrup]. (Outcast.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Eternal glory to our patron saint”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Salkehatchie</i>: Written when a garrison at or near -Salkehatchie Bridge were threatening a raid up in the Fort of -Big and Little Salkehatchie. By Emily J. Moore. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The crystal streams, the pearly streams,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The streams in sunbeams flashing,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>The Santa Fe Volunteer</i>: Air, “Mary’s Dream.” (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O when I went away from you, it filled my heart with grief and woe;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You gave to me the parting hand, wishing me safe in yonder land:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Saucy Little Turtle</i>: Air, “Coming through the Rye.” -(R. B. B., 99.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Down in Mississippi river,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The other day,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Savannah</i>: By Alethea S. Burroughs. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Thou hast not drooped thy stately head,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Thy woes a wondrous beauty shed”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Savannah Fallen</i>: By Alethea S. Burroughs, of Georgia. -(W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Bowing her head to the dust of the earth,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Smitten and stricken is she,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Scenes</i>: By Paul H. Hayne. (Amaranth from the <i>Southern -Illustrated News</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh, God! if gifted with an angel’s flight,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And somewhat of an angel’s mystic sight,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Scene in a Country Hospital</i>: By Paul H. Hayne. -(Amaranth, from the <i>Southern Illustrated News</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Here, lonely, wounded and apart,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">From out my casement’s glimmering round,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Sea-Kings of the South</i>: By Edward C. Bruce, -of Winchester, Virginia. (W. G. S. from the Richmond -<i>Sentinel</i>, March 30, 1863.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Full many have sung of the victories our warriors have won,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From Bethel, by the eastern tide, to sunny Galveston”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Sea-Weeds: Written in Exile</i>: By Annie Chambers Ketchum. -(W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Friend of the thoughtful mind and gentle heart!</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Beneath the citron-tree”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Secession, or Uncle Sam’s Troublesome Daughters</i>: 1862. -(C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Waking up one lovely morning,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In the Autumn’s rarest prime”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Semmes’ Sword</i>: By Mrs. Margaret J. Preston. Beechmore, -1866. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Into the sea he hurled it,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Into the weltering sea,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Sentinel</i>: Hanover County, Virginia, January 1, 1862. -(Bohemian.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“When the curtains are drawn and the candles are lit,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And cozy and warm by the fire-side I sit,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>The Sentinel’s Dream of Home</i>: By Col. A. M. Hobby, -Galveston, February 1, 1864. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“’Tis dead of night, nor voice, nor sound breaks on the stillness</div> - <div class="verse indent12">of the air,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The waning moon goes coldly down on frozen fields and forests bare.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Sentinel’s Reverie</i>: By Mrs. Margaret Piggot. -Petersburg, March 25, 1863. (S. L. M., April, ’63.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I face my dull round by the bank of the river,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">About me the night, and before me the foe;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Sentry’s Call</i>: “Half-past ten o’clock and all is well!” -By W. L. Sibley. Prisoner, Johnson’s Island, 1865. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Silence, deep, profound, mysterious,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Gains her way with subtle power,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Serenade of the 300,000 Federal Ghosts</i>: Respectfully -dedicated to Old Black Abe. (R. B. B., 58.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“From the battle field afar, where the wounded and the dying,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Are lying side by side, while serried hosts are flying,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>1776-1861</i>: Air, “Bruce’s Address.” (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Sons of the South! from hill and dale,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From mountain top, and lowly vale,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Seventy-Six and Sixty-One</i>: By John W. Overall, of -Louisiana. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ye spirits of the glorious dead!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Ye watchers in the sky!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Shades of Our Fathers</i>: An Ode. By W. Gilmore Simms. (S. -L. M., Feb. and March, ’62.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Shades of our Fathers! Shall it be,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That we whose sires were ever free,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Shell the City! Shell!</i> By W. Gilmore Simms. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Shell the city! shell!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Ye myrmidons of Hell;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Shenandoah Sufferers</i>: By A Voice from New England. -A. D., 1864. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The Shenandoah Valley, the garden of earth</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When beauty and plenty sprang joyously forth”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Shermanized</i>: By L. Virginia French. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“In this city of Atlanta, on a dire and dreadful day,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">’Mid the raging of the conflict, ’mid the thunder of the fray,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Sherman’s Bummers</i>: Parody on the “Knickerbocker Line” -and respectfully dedicated to the Bummers of Sherman’s Army. By -H. H. C., 6th No. V. V. I. (R. B. B., 98.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come listen to my good old Song,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">About a Bum m-e-r”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Shiloh!</i> Louisiana, June, 1862. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Night brooded o’er the Federal camp,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And the breeze blew soft and free,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Shiloh</i>: By Margaret Stilling: (Bohemian, from the -Richmond <i>Enquirer</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Golden lights on the purple hills,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">A rosy blush on the valleys fair,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Ship of State</i>: Sonnet. (W. G. S., from the -Charleston <i>Mercury</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Here lie the peril and necessity</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That need a race of giants—a great realm”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Ship of State</i>: By Mrs. C. A. Warfield. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A good ship o’er a stormy sea,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Before the gale is driving,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Short Rations</i>: A Song—dedicated to the Cornfed Army -of Tennessee. In the field near Dalton, Georgia. December 22, -1863. (W. F.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Fair ladies and maids of all ages,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Little girls and cadets howe’er youthful”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Shot!</i> By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O Brain, come quickly with your art,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Show me some scenes to calm my heart,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Shot through the Heart</i>: By Ina M. Porter. (B. E.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Across the brown and wintry morn,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Borne on the soft wind’s wing,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Sic Semper</i>: By a Virginian. (R. B. B., 98.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Enthroned in obloquy, Abe Lincoln sits,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And with his weighty axe, a rail he splits,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Sic Semper Tyrannis</i>: By Fanny Downing. (Amaranth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“They have torn off the crown from her beautiful brow,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Yet she never seemed half so majestic as now,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Sic Semper Tyrranis!</i> By Wm. M. Holcombe, M.D. (S. L. M., -Oct., ’61.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“When the bloody and perjur’d usurper called forth</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His minions and tools—to the shame of the North!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Silence</i>: By Lieut. J. E. Dooley. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“There’s silence in the prison,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">There’s silence on the shore,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Silent March</i>: By Walker Meriweather Bell. (W. L.):</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O’ercome with weariness and care</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The war-worn veteran lay,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>The Single Star and The Palmetto Banner</i>: [By C. B. -Northrup]. (Outcast.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Alone the single star</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of our clear state is gleaming,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Slap</i>: By Klubs (James R. Randall). (S. L. M., Ed. Table, -January, 1862, from the New Orleans <i>Delta</i> of 1861.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ho, gallants! brim the beaker bowl,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And click the festal glasses, oh!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Soldier</i>: (Army.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“’Tis not on the battle field</div> - <div class="verse indent6">That I would wish to die,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Soldier, I Stay to Pray for Thee</i>: By J. S. Thorrington. -(Fag.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Lady, I go to fight for thee,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Where gory banners wave,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Soldier in the Rain</i>: By Julia L. Keyes. (W. G. S., -from the <i>Patriot and Mountaineer</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ah me! the rain has a sadder sound</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Than it ever had before,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Soldier-Name Unknown</i>: By F. B., Atlanta, August 19, -1864. (W. F.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“What is glory? A perfume whose own exhalations</div> - <div class="verse indent12">Itself must exhaust in the end;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Soldier of the Cross</i>: Suggested by Bishop Polk’s -appointment in the rebel army. (P. & P. B. from the Savannah -<i>News</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Down from the hill where earthly dross</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Ne’er stained the sacred feet,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Soldier Who Died Today</i>: Macon, Georgia, A. D., 1863. -(C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Only a humble cart</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Threading the careless crowd,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Soldier’s Amen</i>: (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“As a couple of good soldiers were walking one day,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Said one to the other, ‘Let’s kneel down and pray’!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Soldier’s Battle Prayer</i>: (Selected.) (S. L. M., -April, ’62.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Father, I trust thee!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Life, was thy gift, thou can’st now shield it,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Soldier’s Dear Old Home</i>: By Rev. Mr. Joyce, Chaplain -Arizona Brigade. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We are a band of brothers,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Wild and fearless will we roam”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>The Soldier’s Death</i>: By A. B. Cunningham. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The night cloud had lowered o’er Shiloh’s red plain,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And the blast howl’d sadly o’er wounded and slain,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Soldier’s Dream</i>: (C. S. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Last night as I toasted</div> - <div class="verse indent2">My wet feet and roasted”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Soldier’s Dream</i>: (Lee)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Our bugles sand truce, for the night cloud had lowr’d,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Soldier’s Dream</i>: By Fr. Sulzner. (Fag.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I am dreaming of thee,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Dearest, I am dreaming still of thee,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Soldier’s Farewell</i>: Air, “Rosin the Bow,” (Randolph.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hark! the tocsin is sounding, my comrades—</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Bind your knapsacks, away let us go,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Soldier’s Farewell</i>: By John H. Hewitt: (Lee.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The bugle sounds upon the plain,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Our men are gath-ring fast;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Soldier’s Farewell to his Wife</i>: By Wm. K. Campbell, -Greenville, S. C. James Island, 1862. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Side by side and hand in hand,</div> - <div class="verse indent10">Silently we sit;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Soldier’s Grave</i>: (J. M. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh stranger, tread lightly, ’tis holy ground here,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In death’s cold embrace, the soldier sleepeth there,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Soldier’s Grave</i>: By Pearl. (E. V. M. from the -Victoria Advocate.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“’Tis where no chisel’s tracing tells</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The humble sleeper’s name,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Soldier’s Heart</i>: By F. P. Beaufort. (S. B. P.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The trumpet calls, and I must go,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To meet the vile, invading foe;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Soldier’s Lament</i>: By Wm. Lewis, Kauffman Co., Texas. -(Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Last Christmas day I left my home, my children and my wife,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Far, far away I had to go, and lead a soldier’s life;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Soldier’s Last Combat</i>: By Mrs. Elizabeth E. Harper, -October, 1861. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The soldier girded his armor on,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The fire of hope in his bright eye shone,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Soldier’s Letters</i>: (E. V. M., ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The mail! the mail!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And sun-burned cheeks and eager eyes”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>The Soldier’s Mission</i>: By A. W. Morse. (Fag.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Haste thee, falter not, noble patriot band,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Bravely meet thy lot, firm maintain thy stand,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Soldier’s Return</i>: By Anna Ward. January, 1862. (Im.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Did he come in the pride of manhood,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Flushed with a soldier’s fame?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Soldier’s Song of Pass Cavallo</i>: By Col. C. G. Forshey, -C. S. Eng. Fort Esperanza, Pass Cavallo. March, 1862. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Down the Matagorda Bay, flow the waters smooth and shallow,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Gaining fleetness on the way, hurrying down to Pass Cavallo;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Soldier’s Suit of Gray</i>: By Carrie Belle Sinclair. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I’ve seen some handsome uniforms deck’d off with buttons bright,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And some that are so very gay they almost blind the sight;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Soldier’s Sweet Home</i>: Air, “Home, Sweet Home.” By -Mrs. Mary L. Wilson, San Antonio. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The soldier who o’er the lone prairie doth roam,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Oft sighs for the far distant pleasures of home”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Solemn Dirge</i>: Placarded in Charleston, 186—, on the -removal of Gen. Sickles. (Mr. Samuel’s Scrapbook, Ridgway.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“King Dan is dead—he breathed his last,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We ne’er see him more,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Soldier Talk</i>: To the tune of “Walk-In, Walk-In, Walk-In, -I Say and Hear My Banjo Play.” By Captain T. F. Roche, C. S. A. -1865, Fort Delaware. (Roche.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“One very funny habit when this cruel war am done,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Will common as the devil be, to each and every one,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Somebody’s Darling</i>: By Miss Marie Lacoste, of Savannah, -Georgia. (E. V. M. from the <i>Southern Churchman</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Into a ward of the whitewashed walls</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where the dead and dying lay”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Song</i>: Air, “Faintly Flow Thy Falling River.” (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Here we bring a fragrant tribute,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">To the bed where valor sleeps,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Song</i>: Air, “Happy Land of Canaan.” (R. B. B., 40.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“You Rebels come along and listen to my song</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The subject of the same is not worth naming,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Song</i>: Written by an inmate of the Old Capitol Prison -in Washington City, and sung by his fellow prisoners. (R. R. -from the Richmond <i>Sentinel</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Rebel is a sacred name,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Traitor, too, is glorious;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Song, Bull’s Run</i>: (R. B. B., 13.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come gentle muse, give me your aid,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Sharp make my pen as Ashby’s blade”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Song for Dogs</i>: 1864. (West. Res.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Our fathers were men in the days that are past—</div> - <div class="verse indent4">What a pity it is that our fathers are dead!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Song for the Irish Brigade</i>: By Shamrock of the Sumpter -Rifles. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Not now for the songs of a nation’s wrongs,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Nor the groans of starving labor,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Song for the South</i>: (Randolph)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A shout! a wild glad shout of joy!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Ho! all ye sons of freedom, rise”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Song for the South</i>: (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Of all the mighty nations, in the East or in the West,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Our glorious Southern nation is the greatest and the best;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Song of Hooker’s Picket</i>: (Fag. from the <i>Southern -Illustrated News</i>, February 21, 1863)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I’m ’nation tired of being hired</div> - <div class="verse indent4">To fight for a shilling a day;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Song of our Glorious Southland</i>: By Mrs. Mary Ware. (W. -G. S. from the <i>Southern Field and Fireside</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh, sing of our glorious Southland,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The pride of the golden sun!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Song of Spring (1864)</i>: By John A. Wagener of South -Carolina. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Spring has come! Spring has come!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The brightening earth, the sparkling dew”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Song of the Baltimore Rebels</i>: Air, “Wait For the Wagon.” -(R. B. B., 77.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Let us join the army,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Let us join the army, and drive the Hessians home,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Song of the “Bloody Sixth” at Camp Chase, Ohio</i>: (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We have sung of Benny Havens and Camp McCullough, O—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When cups were filled with good old Rye in happy days of yore;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Song of the C. R.’s of M.</i>: Air, “Villikins and his -Dinah.” By F. B. (W. F.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Our motto is fun and though dark be the hour</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His heart is a craven’s who lets it go sour;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Song of the Drum</i>: (R. B. B., p. 100.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh, the drum, it rattles so loud,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When it calls me, with its rattle,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>The Song of the Exile</i>: Air, “Dixie.” By B. Martinsburg, -Virginia, December 10, 1861. (C. S. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O here I am in the land of cotton,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The flag once honored is now forgotten”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Song of the Fifth Texas Regiment</i>: Air, “Happy Land of -Canaan.” (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O! the Bayou City Guards, they will never ask for odds,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">When the Yankees in a close place get them, ha! ha!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Song of the First Virginia Cavalry</i>: (Amaranth from the -<i>Southern Illustrated News</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Mount! Mount! and away!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Stay not to entwine”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Song of the Freedmen</i>: By A. R. Watson, Atlanta, Georgia. -(E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A freedman sat on a pile of bricks,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">As the rain was pattering down”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Song of the Privateer</i>: By Quien Sabe? Baltimore, October -10, 1861. (R. B. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Away o’er the boundless sea</div> - <div class="verse indent4">With steady hearts and free”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Song of the Privateer</i>: By Alexander H. Cummins: (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Fearlessly the seas we roam,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Tossed by each briny wave;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Song of the Rebel</i>: By Esten Cooke, Camp “No Camp.” -December 1, 1862. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh! not a heart in all our host</div> - <div class="verse indent4">But feels a noble thrill,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Song of the Sentinel</i>: (Bohemian from the Richmond -<i>Dispatch</i>)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Sleep, comrade! sleep in slumbers deep!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">No foe across our line shall creep;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Song of the Sergeant of the Guard</i>: Written by the Guard -Fire, Vienna, Virginia, August 1, 1862. (July and August, ’62, -S. L. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I think of you, my child,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">While the long hours move slow;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Song of the Snow</i>: By Mrs. M. J. Preston, Lexington, -Virginia. (C. S. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Halt! the march is over</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Day is almost done”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Song of the South</i>: (Bohemian, from the New Orleans -Sunday Delta.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The genius of the Western world,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Stood silent by the sea;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Song of the South</i>: (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hurrah for the South, the glorious South! the land of</div> - <div class="verse indent11">song and story—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Her name shall ring and the world shall sing her honor,</div> - <div class="verse indent11">fame and glory;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Song of the South: Choir</i>: (Amaranth from <i>The Land We -Love</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Sing us a song of the South we love!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">O! minstrel sing us a song!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Song of the Southern Soldier</i>: Air, “Barclay and -Perkin’s Drayman.” By P. E. C. (C. C., from the Richmond -<i>Examiner</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I’m a soldier, you see, that oppression has made,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">I don’t fight for pay or for booty,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Song of the Southern Women</i>: By Julia Mildred. (P. & P. -B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O Abraham Lincoln! we call thee to hark</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To the song we are singing, we Joans of Arc.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Song of the Sword</i>: Suggested at seeing a sick and -wounded Confederate soldier left to die at the Crater farm, -near Petersburg, Virginia, May 26, 1866 [1864?]. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Weary and wounded and worn,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Wounded and ready to die,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Song of the Texas Rangers</i>: Inscribed to Mrs. John H. -Wharton. Air, “Yellow Rose of Texas.” By Mrs. J. D. Young. (E. -V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The morning star is paling,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The camp fires flicker low,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Song of the Times</i>: (Hopkins.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Let hard times assail us,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Let poverty nail us”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Song of the Washington Volunteers</i>: (Randolph.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“When war’s fierce trumpet notes resounded,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Whose bold, defiant shouts were sounded?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Song on General Scott</i>: Tune, “Poor Old Horse, Let Him -Die.” By N. B. J. (P. & P. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Virginia had a son</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Who gathered up some fame”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Song Written for the “Gilmer Blues” of Lexington, -Georgia</i>: Air, “Dixie.” By E. Young. (Bohemian.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Comrades, come and join the chorus,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sing for the land whose flag waves o’er us,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Sonnet</i>: (W. G. S. from the Charleston <i>Mercury</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Man makes his own dread fates, and these in turn</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Create his tyrants. In our lust and passion”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Sonnet</i>: (W. G. S. from the Charleston <i>Mercury</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Democracy hath done its work of ill,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And, seeming freemen, never to be free,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Sonnet</i>: By Paul H. Hayne. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Rise from your gory ashes stern and pale,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Ye martyred thousands!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Sonnet to Mrs. Isabella Quinnell</i>: By F. B., Globe -Hospital, Richmond, May, 1862. (W. F.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The soldier lays upon his helpless bed</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Far from his home, reft of maternal care;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Sonnet: To Resistance</i>: By W. H. P. (S. L. M., May, ’62 -from the New Orleans <i>Delta</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Shriek out hoarse guns into the startled air!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A nation’s Liberty! a Nation’s Peace,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Sonnet Written in 1864</i>: (W. G. S. from the Charleston -<i>Mercury</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“What right to freedom when we are not free?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When all the passions goad us into lust;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Sons of Freedom</i>: By Nanny Gray. (Bohemian from the -Richmond <i>Whig</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Sons of Freedom, on to glory,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Go, where brave men do or die,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Sons of Kentucky</i>: (Randolph.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Kentucky’s Sons! and will ye serviles be,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While Southrons rise their honor to defend?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Sons of the South</i>: Air, “Bruce’s Address.” (Randolph.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Sons of the South! from hill and dale,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From mountain top and lowly vale,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Sons of the South, Arise!</i> By W. G. Simms. (S. L. M., -February and March, ’62.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Sons of the South, no longer sleep, Arise,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The foeman’s foot is planted on your shores,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Souls of Heroes</i>: (W. G. S. from the Charleston -<i>Mercury</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Souls of heroes, ascended from fields you have won.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Still smiles on the conflict so greatly begun;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Soul of the South, an Ode</i>: By Wm. Gilmore Simms. (S. L. -M., February and March, ’62.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“’Twas a goodly boon that our fathers gave,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And it fits but ill to be held by the slave,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>The South</i>: (Md. Hist. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The South I wonder every heart,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Don’t with emotion beat;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The South (1865)</i>: By G. Savannah, Georgia, August 17, -1865. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Her head is bowed downwards: so pensive her air,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As she looks on the ground with her pale, solemn face,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The South</i>: By Father Ryan. (C. S. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Yes, give me the land</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Where the ruins are spread,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The South</i>: By Charlie Wildwood. Music by John H. Hewitt, -published by Julian A. Selby, Columbia, South Carolina, (R. R. -and R. B. M., 1863.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The bright rose of beauty, unnurtur’d by art,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And purity’s lily doth thrive in thy heart”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The South and North</i>: (R. B. B., 101.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The Southrons and the Northers, oh</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Have got into a fight,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The South for Me</i>: (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The South for me! the sunny clime,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Where earth is clothed in beauty’s hue”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The South in Arms</i>: By Rev. J. B. Martin. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh! see ye not the sight sublime,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Unequalled in all previous time”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The South is Up</i>: By P. E. C. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The South is up in stern array—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Chasseurs and Zouaves and Gallic Guard”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The South; Or, I Love Thee the More</i>: (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“My heart in its sadness turns fondly to thee,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Dear land where our loved ones fought hard to be free”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The South Our Country</i>: By E. M. Thompson. (Fag.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Our country, our country, oh where may we find,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Amid all the proud relics of legion or story,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southern Carolina, A Patriotic Ode</i>: Charleston, South -Carolina, 1861. (Md. Hist. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Land of the Palmetto tree</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Sweet home of liberty”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>South Carolina</i>: By S. Henry Dickson. December 20, 1860. -(W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The deed is done! the die is cast;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The glorious Rubicon is passed”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>South Carolina</i>: By Gossipium. (W. G. S. from the -Charleston <i>Mercury</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“My brave old Country! I have watched thee long,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Still ever first to rise against the wrong;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>South Carolina</i>: By Willie Lightheart: (Bohemian from the -Charleston <i>Courier</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“My land, my Carolina, dear!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">My warm, bright sunny home”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>South Carolina Hymn of Independence</i>: Air, “The -Marseillaise.” [By C. B. Northrup]. (Outcast)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“South Carolinians! proudly see</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Our state proclaimed to all the world”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The South Banner</i>: By Col. W. S. Hawkins, C. S. A., Camp -Chase, Ohio. (Fag.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Sing ho! for the Southerner’s meteor flag</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As ’tis flung in its pride to the breeze,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Southern Battle Hymn</i>: May 25, 1861. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“God of our fathers! King of Kings!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Lord of the earth and sea!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southern Battle Song</i>: Air, “Bruce’s Address.” (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Raise the Southern flag on high!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Shout aloud the battle cry!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southern Battle Song</i>: By C. [James Cahill?] Baltimore, -October, 1862. (R. B. B., 102.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come gallant sons of noble sires,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Whose bosoms glow with patriotic fires!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southern Border Song</i>: Air, “Blue Bonnets over the -Border.” (S. L. M., July, 1861.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“March! March! Southerners fearlessly march!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Have ye not heard of the ruthless marauder?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southern Captives</i>: By Captain Sam Houston. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Softly comes the twilight, stealing softly through my prison bars;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While from out the vault of heaven gently glimmering come the stars;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southern Chant of Defiance</i>: By Mrs. C. A. Warfield of -Kentucky. Music by A. E. Blackmar. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“You can never win them back;</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Never, never;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Southern Cross</i>: (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Fling wide each fold, brave flag, unrolled,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In all thy breadth and length!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>The Southern Cross</i>: To His Excellency President Davis, -from his fellow citizens, Ellen Key Blunt, and J. T. Mason -Blunt, of Maryland and Virginia. Paris, 1862. (S. L. M., -September and October, 1862.) (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“In the name of God! Amen!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Stand for our Southern rights!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Southern Cross</i>: By St. George Tucker, of Virginia. -(S. L. M., March, 1861.) (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh! say can you see through the gloom and the storm,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">More bright for the darkness, that pure constellation?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Southern Flag</i>: Air, “A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea.” -(Fag.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Three cheers for the Southern flag,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">That floats upon the gale,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southern Flag</i>: By Lt. Sam Houston. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Flag of the South! whose golden folds</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Shine with a nation’s stars new-born,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Southern Gathering Song</i>: Air, “Hail Columbia.” By L. -Virginia French. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Sons of the South, beware the foe!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Hark to the murmur deep and low”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southern Girl and Parody</i>: The Homespun Plaid: (R. B. B., -104.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh, call me not a Southern girl,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">I’m weary of the name;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Southern Girl’s Song</i>: Air, “Come away, love.” By -Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come away, love, from our foes, love;</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Come and seek a nobler cause”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Southern Homes in Ruin</i>: By R. B. Vance, of North -Carolina. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Many a gray-haired sire has died</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As falls the oak—to rise no more,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southern Land</i>: Air, “Dixie’s Land.” (C. S. B. from the -Charleston <i>Courier</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We dwell where skies are bright above us,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Cheered by smiles from all who love us,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southern Marseillaise</i>: Air, “Marseilles Hymn.” -(Randolph.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Soldiers, rouse ye to the battle,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Arm, arm ye at your country’s call,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southern Marseillaise</i>: (J. M. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Sons of the South! awake to glory,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A thousand voices bid you rise,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Southern Marseillaise</i>: (Beau.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ye men of Southern hearts and feeling,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Arm, Arm! your struggling country calls”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Southern Matron to Her Son</i>: Air, “Oh, No, My Love, -No.” (R. B. B., 105.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I weep as I leave you, with bitter emotion,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Yet view me in kindness, refraining from blame;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southern Mother’s Lament</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The head that lay upon my breast—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">O God! elsewhere it findeth rest,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Southern Oath</i>: By Rosa Vertner Jeffry. July 22, -1862. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“By the cross upon our banner,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Glory of one Southern sky,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southern Patriotism</i>: January, 1861. (R. N. S. from the -Spartansburg <i>Express</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Love thy country, thus each sire</div> - <div class="verse indent6">With the lesson undefined,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Southern Patriot’s Lament</i>: Written in Fort Warren -Prison in 1864. (Amaranth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I am a captive on a hostile shore,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Caged like the falcon from its native skies,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southern Pleiades</i>: By Laura Lorrimer. (Bohemian from the -Nashville <i>Patriot</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“When first our Southern flag arose,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Beside the heaving sea,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southern Prisoner Gives His Thanks to the Baltimore -Ladies</i>: Air, “American Boy.” (R. B. B., 72.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">“I left Winchester Court House, all in the month of May,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And from this great starvation I was glad to get away”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Southern Republic</i>: By Olive Tully Thomas, -Mississippi. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“In the galaxy of nations</div> - <div class="verse indent4">A nation’s flag unfurled,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Southern Scene, 1862</i>: (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“‘Oh Mammy have you heard the news?’</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Thus spake a Southern child,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southern Sentiment</i>: By Rev. A. M. Box. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The North may think the South will yield,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And seek for a place in the Union again;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Southern Sentiment</i>: (Same as <i>The Northern -Hordes</i>). Air, “Let Haughty Gaul Invasion Threat.” By B., -Baltimore, October 6, 1861. (R. B. B., 106.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The Northern hordes invasion threat,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But we are not alarmed;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Southern Soldier Boy</i>: As sung by Miss Sallie -Partington in the “Virginia Cavalier” at the Richmond New -Theatre. Air, “The Boy with the Auburn Hair.” By Capt. C. W. -Alexander, R. A. C. and A. P. M. (R. B. M., 1863.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Bob Roebuck is my sweetheart’s name,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">He’s off to the wars and gone,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southern Soldier Boy</i>: By Father A. J. Ryan. (Fag.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Young as the youngest who donned the gray,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">True as the truest who wore it,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southern Song</i>: Tune, “Wait for the Wagon.” (R. R. from -the Raleigh <i>Register</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come all ye sons of freedom,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And join our Southern band,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Southern Song</i>: By Miss Maria Grason, Queen Anne Co., -Md. (E. V. M., ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“While crimson drops our hearthstone stains,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And Northern despots forge our chain,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southern Song</i>: By L. M. (R. R. from the Louisville -<i>Courier</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“If ever I consent to be married,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">(And who would refuse a good mate?)”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Southern Song</i>: Address to her Maryland lover by a -Virginia Girl. Air, “Fly to the Desert.” By M. F. Q. Richmond, -May 3, 1861. (R. B. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">“Fly to the South, come fly to me</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In Richmond there’s a home for thee;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Southern Song</i>: Reply to the Virginia Girl’s Address to -her Maryland Lover. By O. H. S. —— Cola. Baltimore, 1861. (R. -B. B., 2.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Farewell to submission</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Whoever may crave,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southern Song of Freedom</i>: Air, “The Minstrels’ Return.” -By J. H. H. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A Nation has sprung into life</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Beneath the bright Cross of the South”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southern Union</i>: (Randolph.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hail to the new-born nation! hail!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Shout till our plaudits reach the sky,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>The Southern Wagon in Kentucky</i>: Air, “Wait for the -Wagon.” By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Some Southern wit, deriding, said they must take up behind,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The old Corncracker State, because at first she was too blind”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southern War Cry</i>: Air, “Scots Wha Hae.” (R. R. from the -New Orleans <i>Picayune</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Countrymen of Washington!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Countrymen of Jefferson!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southern War Song</i>: Air, “Scots Wha Hae.” By Baltimore. -(Md. Hist. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Southrons, lo! thy tyrant’s hand,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Stained with blood, pollutes your land,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southern War Song</i>: Air, “I’m Afloat.” (R. B. B., 108.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We shall win! we shall win! for our cause it is just,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Our arms ever ready, and in God is our trust,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Southern War Song</i>: By P. H. (R. B. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Arise ye Southern heroes, and gird your armor on,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The battle of your liberty is shortly to be won,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southern War Song</i>: By N. P. W. (R. R. from the -Louisville <i>Courier</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“To horse! to horse! our standard flies,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The bugles sound the call;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southern Wife</i>: By Walker Merriweather Bell, of Kentucky. -(Amaranth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A price is on my darling’s head,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Outlawed and hunted down;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southern Woman’s Song</i>: (R. R. from the New Orleans -<i>Picayune</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Stitch, stitch, stitch</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Little needle swiftly fly,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southern Women</i>: By Jay W. Bee, P. A. C. S., Johnson’s -Island, Ohio, December, 1864. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“God bless our women, brave and true!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">For them stern death we Southrons dare;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southern Yankee Doodle</i>: (Randolph.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The Yankee bigots say they’ll tear</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Our Southron Flag asunder,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southern Yankee Doodle</i>: Air, “Yankee Doodle.” (R. B. B., -107.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The gallant Major Anderson!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A bold and fearless Ranger,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Southland</i>: The Prize Song. Awarded prize in prize song -contest conducted in 1864 by Mr. W. F. Wisely of Mobile, -Alabama. (S. B. P.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“They sing of the East</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With its flowery feast,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Southland Fears No Foeman</i>: By J. W. M. Anniesdale, -near Murfreesboro, North Carolina. (S. L. M., February, 1861.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The Southland fears no foeman,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Her eagles yet are free;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Southron Mother’s Charge</i>: By Thomas B. Hood, New -Orleans, Louisiana. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“You go, my son, to the battle field—</div> - <div class="verse indent6">To repel the invading foe;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southrons O!</i> (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“By the cross upon our banner,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Glory of our Southern sky,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Southron’s War Song</i>: By J. A. Wagener of South -Carolina (E. V. M. from the Charleston <i>Courier</i>, June 11, -1861.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Arise! Arise! with main and might,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Sons of the sunny clime!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southron’s Watchword</i>: (In Imitation of an English Song -of the Crimean War.) By M. F. Bigney, 1861. (Fag.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“What shall the Southron’s watchword be,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Fighting for us on land and sea?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Southrons! Yield Not to Despair!</i> (Written by a young -lady of Baltimore, immediately after a late reverse of our -cause.) (S. L. M., Feb., ’64.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Southrons! yield not to despair—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Weep not, mothers, wives forlorn;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The South’s Appeal to Washington</i>: (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Say, would’st thou tamely stand?</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Say, would’st thou see”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Spare Us, Good Lord!</i> Written while —— was playing -“Lurlei.” By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“By thy sad Passion, hear us,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Send living hope to cheer us;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Spirit of 1861</i>: By C. S. A. (R. B. B., 109.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Arise Confederates! hear your country’s call!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The hour is come, the hour to do or die,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Spirit of ’60</i>: (Bohemian from the Columbus -<i>Times</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Sons of the South arise,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Your insulted country cries,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>The Spirits of the Fathers</i>: By Henry Lomas. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We are watching that land when Liberty awoke,—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Like beams of the morning through darkness it broke,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Spring</i>: By Henry Timrod. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Spring with that nameless pathos in the air—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Which dwells with all things fair,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Stack Arms</i>: Written in the prison of Fort Delaware, -Delaware, on hearing of the surrender of General Lee. By Jos. -Blyth Alston. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“‘Stack arms!’ I’ve gladly heard the cry</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When, weary with the dusty tread,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Stand By Your Flag</i>: (Randolph.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Stand by your flag, ye Southrons brave,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">You hold it as fair Freedom’s trust,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Standard Bearer</i>: Respectfully dedicated to Miss -Belle B. Taylor of Richmond, Virginia. By Major J. N. P. Music -by N. S. Coleman. Published by Geo. Dunn & Co., Richmond, -Virginia. (R. B. M., 1864.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A shout, a shout for Victory!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">A cheer from the blood-red field,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Star of the South</i>: (S. L. M., April, ’61.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Star of the South! Break forth on the nation!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Break forth o’er the land, beam out of the sea!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Star of the West</i>: (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I wish I was in de land o’ cotton,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Old Times dair ain’t not forgotten”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Star of the West: or The Reinforcement</i>: [By C. B. -Northrup.] (Outcast.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Glory be to God on high!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Glory be to the God of right!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Starry Cross of the Sunny South</i>: A vision. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The great Architect now erects in the skies</div> - <div class="verse indent6">A new constellation that dazzles our eyes:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Stars and Bars</i>: (Fag.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh, the South is the queen of all nations,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The home of the brave and the true,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Stars and Bars</i>: (S. B. W.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Young stranger, what land claims thy birth?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For thy flag is but new to the sea,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Stars and Bars</i>: (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“’Tis sixty-two!—and sixty-one,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">With the old Union, now is gone,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>The Stars and Bars</i>: Air, “Star Spangled Banner.” (R. B. -B., 110.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh! say do you see now so vauntingly borne</div> - <div class="verse indent4">In the hands of the Yankee, the Hessian, and Tory,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Stars and Bars</i>: By A. J. Requier. (Bohemian from the -Sunday <i>Delta</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Fling wide the dauntless banner—</div> - <div class="verse indent6">To every Southern breeze,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Stars and The Bars</i>: (Randolph.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Above us our banner is waving,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The hope of the brave and the free,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Star Spangled Banner</i>: Baltimore. Published by Louis -Bonsal. (R. B. B., 109.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh say can you see by the dawn’s early light—</div> - <div class="verse indent4">On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Star Spangled Cross and the Pure Field of White</i>: -Written and composed by Subaltern. Richmond, Virginia. Geo. -Dunn and Co., Publishers. (R. B. M., 1864.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The Star Spangled Cross and the pure field of white</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Is the banner we give to the breeze:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The State and the Starling</i>: By A. (B. C. L., Ledger -1411.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Starling! starling! airy of wing,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Wherefore a lonely prisoner there.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Steady and Ready</i>: (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Steady, when fortune’s dark shadows surround us,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Calm, when the winds of adversity blow;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Stonewall</i>: (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Weep for the mighty dead,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The nation’s joy and pride:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Stonewall Cemetery</i>: Lines written by Mrs. M. -B. Clark of North Carolina (“Tenella”) in behalf of the -“Stonewall” Cemetery, Winchester, Virginia. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The storm of war which swept our country wide,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Like snow-flakes, scattered graves on every side,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Stonewall Jackson</i>: Air, “Star Spangled Banner.” (J. M. -S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh, say, who is he, through the wilderness dark,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">With his warrior legions advancing to battle?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Stonewall Jackson</i>: Air, The “Coronack.” (Fag.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">“Unmoved in the battle,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Whilst friends and foes swerved,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Stonewall Jackson</i>: By H. L. Flash, May 10, 1863. (E. V. -M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Not midst the lightning of the stormy fight,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Not in the rush upon the vandal foe”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Stonewall Jackson</i>: By L. H. M., Huntsville, Alabama, May -18, 1863. (Im.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“He sleeps ’neath the soil that the hero loved well,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">In the land of his birth, his own sunny South,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Stonewall Jackson</i>: “Canada pays a tribute to the Lion of -the Valley. The following appeared originally in the Montreal -<i>Advertiser</i>.” (S. L. M., Ed. Table. September and -October, ’62.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Not in the dim Cathedral,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Filled with the organ’s tones,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Stonewall Jackson</i>: By the Kilkenny Man (Dublin Nation). -[Irish?] (Amaranth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“God rest you! Stonewall Jackson—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Now your gallant heart is still,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Stonewall Jackson: In Memoriam</i>: May 20, 1863. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh! weep, our gallant chief’s among the dead!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Cold lies the sod above his noble head,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Stonewall Jackson</i>: Mortally Wounded—“The Brigade must -not know, sir.” (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“‘Who’ve ye got there?’ ‘Only a dying brother,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Hurt at the front just now,’”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Stonewall Jackson</i>: A Dirge. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Go to thy rest, great chieftain!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">In the zenith of thy fame,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Stonewall Jackson on the Eve of Battle</i>: By Mrs. -Catherine A. Warfield. (E. V. M., ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“In the camp the waning watch-fire,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Throws a dim and lurid glare,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Stonewall Jackson’s Grave</i>: By Mrs. M. J. Preston of -Lexington, Virginia. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A simple sodded mound of earth,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With not a line above it,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>“Stonewall” Jackson’s Way</i>: By John Williamson Palmer, -M.D. Oakland, Md., September 17, 1862. S. L. M., Ed. Table, -Feb., ’63. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come, stack arms, men! Pile on the rails;</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Stir up the camp fire bright;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</span></p> - -<p class="hang"><i>Stonewall Song</i>: Air, “Wait for the Wagon.” (Randolph.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come, Louisiana soldiers, and listen to my Song,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And if you’ll just be patient, I won’t detain you long:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Stonewall’s Sable Seers</i>: By Mrs. C. A. Warfield. -Beechmore, Oldham County, Kentucky. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“‘I’ll tell you wat, ole Cato,’</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Quoth Cuff by the bright camp fire,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Story of the Merrimac</i>: As told to the Watt’s Creek -Picket. By Susan Archer Talley. Fort McHenry, April, 1862. (S. -L. M., Sept. & Oct., 1862.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Calm was the earth and calm the air,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">And calm the water’s flow,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Stranger’s Death</i>: (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“No mother bends with tender care,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">To kiss his burning brow,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Strike for the South</i>: (S. B. Liv.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Strike for the South! let her name ever be</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The boast of the true and the brave,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Stuart</i>: By W. Winston Fontaine, of Virginia, May, 1864. -(E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Mourn, mourn along thy mountains high!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Mourn, mourn along thine ocean wave!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Stuart</i>: By Mrs. Henry J. Vose. (Fag.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh! mother of states and of men,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Bend low thy queenly head,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Stuart: A Ballad</i>: By Paul H. Hayne. (Amaranth from the -<i>Southern Illustrated News</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A cup of your potent ‘mountain dew,’</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By the camp fire’s ruddy light”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Substitutes</i>: Dramatic Dialogue. By Paul H. Hayne. -(Sunny from the <i>Southern Illustrated News</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“How says’t thou? die tomorrow? Oh My Friend!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The bitter, bitter doom!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Sumter: A Ballad of 1861</i>: By E. O. Murden. (Bohemian -from the Charleston <i>Courier</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“’Twas on the twelfth of April,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Before the break of day,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Sumter In Ruins</i>: By W. Gilmore Simms: (W. G. S. from the -Charleston <i>Mercury</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ye batter down the lion’s den,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">But yet the lordly beast goes free;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>A Sunday Reverie</i>: By James R. Randall. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Beyond my dingy window-pane,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">This beaming Sunday morn,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Sunny South</i>: (R. B. B., 109.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“To arms, to arms and old Abe shall see,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">That we have a Southern Confederacy,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Surrender of the A. N. Va., April 10, 1865</i>: By Florence -Anderson, Kentucky. (Amaranth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Have we wept till our eyes were dim with tears,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Have we borne the sorrows of four long years,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Sweethearts and the War</i>: (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh, dear! it’s shameful, I declare,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">To see the men all go,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Sword of Harry Lee</i>: By James D. McCabe, Jr. -Vicksburg, Miss. (P. &. P. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“An aged man all bowed with years,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Sits by his hearthstone old,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Sword of Robert Lee</i>: Words by Moina [Rev. A. J. -Ryan]. Music by Armand. (C. S. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Forth from its scabbard, pure and bright,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Flashed the sword of Lee,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Taking of Munson’s Hill, Virginia</i>: (B. C. L., Ledger -1411.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“One morning, just before the break of day,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A Major called his men to march away,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Tear Down That Flag</i>: By Theodore H. Hill. (Bohemian.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Tear down the flag of constellated stars!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Blot out its field of blue!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Tell the Boys the War is Ended</i>: By Emily J. Moore. (W. -G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“‘Tell the boys the war is ended,’—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">These were all the words he said,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Tennessee! Fire Away</i>: (Md. Hist. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Black Republican bandits</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Have crossed to our shore,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Tennessee!</i> Written for <i>The Avalanche</i>. (Im.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Farewell, oh Union! once beloved</div> - <div class="verse indent6">So tenderly by me;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Tennessee Exile’s Song</i>: By P. V. P. (S. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I hear the rushing of her streams,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The murmuring of her trees,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Tennessee’s Noble Volunteers</i>: (Randolph.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Brave men! thou’rt going forth to face</div> - <div class="verse indent8">A bold unsulting foe”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Terry’s Texas Rangers</i>: Air, “When the Swallows Homeward -Fly.” By Estelle. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Where the battles fiercest rage, and the red blood thickest lies,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where the gauntlet and the gage are caught up ’neath burning skies,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Texan Marseillaise</i>: By James Haines, of Texas. (W. -G. S. from the <i>Southern Confederacy</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Sons of the South, arouse for battle!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Gird on your armor for the fight!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Texas and Virginia</i>: Air, “Annie Laurie.” By Capt. P. M. -Salor. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The Texas boys are valiant, their courage none deny,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And for their country’s freedom they lay them down and die.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Texas Land!</i> Air, “My Maryland.” By John Shearn, Esq., of -Houston. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“When first war’s clarions sounded loud,</div> - <div class="verse indent10">Texas land, Texas land,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Texas Marseillaise</i>: By G. B. Milnor. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O ye sons of Freedom! now arise!</div> - <div class="verse indent8">’Tis your Country that calls on you”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Texas Ranger</i>: Air, “Dixie.” By R. R. Carpenter, -Debray’s Regiment. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Away down South, where the Rio Grande</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Rolls its tides thro’ the post-oak sandy,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Texan Rangers</i>: Published by M. Morgan, Galveston, Texas. -Confederate States, 1861. (R. B. B., 112.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“They come! they come! see their bayonets bright,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">They sparkle and flash across hollow and height,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Texas Rangers at the Battle of Chickamauga—the Stream of -Death</i>: Dedicated to Capt. Dave Terry, of General Wharton’s -staff. Air, “American Star.” (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Stand firm, Texas Rangers! the foe is advancing,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We’ll drive back the ruffians, or die on the field”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Texas Sentinel in Virginia</i>: By G. B. Milnor. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Luna shone in royal splendor,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Effulgent o’er the Texian tent”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Texas Soldier Boy</i>: By a lad fifteen years old, of -the Arizona Brigade. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come all you Texas soldiers, wherever you may be,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I’ll tell you of some trouble that happened unto me”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Texian Appeal</i>: Air, “Bonnie Blue Flag.” By Col. -Washington Hamilton. Cold Springs, Polk Co., Texas. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Dissevered from her sister states, begirt by foes around,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And with her best and bravest bands afar on kindred ground,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Texians, To Your Banner Fly</i>: Air, “Scots wha’ hae.” By -S. P. R. of Galveston, Texas. August 4, 1863. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Texians, to your banner fly,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Texians, now your valor try,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Thanksgiving for Victory</i>: Air, “The Watcher.” By -Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Let the church bells anthems peal,</div> - <div class="verse indent10">Glad but low;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>That Bugler: Or the Upidee Song</i>: As sung by the -Washington Artillery, New Orleans, 1862. By Sergeant A. G. -Knight, 2nd Co., Bat., Washington Artillery, New Orleans. -(Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The shades of night were falling fast, tra-la-la-tra-la-la,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The bugler blew that well known blast, tra-la-la-tra-la-la,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Them Saucy Masked Batteries</i>: Air, “Bobbin Around.” (R. -B. B., 112.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The Yankee soldiers went down south,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Bobbin around,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Then and Now</i>: Written on returning to my home which had -been burned and desolated by Sherman’s army. By J. C. J. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I saw a scene at sunrise,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">A year or two ago,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>There is Life in Old Maryland Yet</i>: By Cola. Baltimore, -March 25, 1862. (R. B. B. 75.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Again a smothered voice speaks out,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In accents bold and strong,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>There is No Peace</i>: By G. B. S. Cottage Home, 1865. (W. -L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“They tell us that glad Peace once more has smiled,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Upon this land from out the summer sky;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>There is Nothing Going Wrong</i>: Dedicated to Old Abe. By -A. M. W. New Orleans, March 4, 1861. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“There’s a general alarm.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The South’s begun to arm”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>There’s Life in the Old Land Yet</i>: By J. B. Baltimore, -March 25, 1862. (R. B. B., 77½.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“There’s life in the land that gave Carroll his birth,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Its presence is felt throughout the wise earth”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>There’s Life in the Old Land Yet</i>: By Frank Key Howard. -(S. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Through the soil of old Maryland echoes the tread</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Of an insolent soldiery now”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>There’s Life in the Old Land Yet</i>: Words by James R. -Randall. (Music by Edward O. Eaton.) (C. S. B. from the New -Orleans <i>Delta</i>, September 1, 1861.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“By blue Patapsco’s billowy dash</div> - <div class="verse indent8">The tyrant’s war-shout comes,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>There’s Nobody Hurt</i>: (R. B. B., 111.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“There lives a man in Washington,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">A narrow-minded squirt,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>They Are Not Dead</i>: By Fanny Downing. 1865. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“They are not dead! they do but keep</div> - <div class="verse indent4">That vigil, which shall never know,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>They Cry Peace, Peace, When There is No Peace</i>: By Mrs. -Alethea S. Burroughs, of Georgia. (W. G. S. from a Charleston -Broadside.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“They are ringing peace on my heavy ear—</div> - <div class="verse indent4">No peace to my heavy heart!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Thinking of the Soldiers</i>: November 24, 1861. (R. R. from -the Richmond <i>Dispatch</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We were sitting around the table</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Just a night or two ago”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Thirty-Seventh Congress</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Now, isn’t this Congress of ours something rare?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">It wants to see how much poor fools can bear”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Thou and I</i>: By Fanny Downing. (E. V. M., ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Dewy night has fallen, love!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">All around lies hushed in sleep”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Thou Art Dead, My Mother!</i> By Gen. M. Jefferson Thompson. -(Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I’ve stood ’mid many a battle blast,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And braved the shock of charging horse,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Three Cheers for Our Jack Morgan</i>: By Eugene Raymond. (J. -M. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The snow is in the cloud,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And night is gathering o’er us”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Times</i>: Inscribed to all “God’s Freemen.” By Kate. -Fairfax Court House, Va. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come, list to my song,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">It will not be long,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>’Tis Midnight in the Southern Sky</i>: By Mrs. M. J. Young. -(Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“’Tis midnight in the Southern sky—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">See the starry cross decline!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To A Company of Volunteers—Receiving Their Banner at the -Hands of the Ladies</i>: By Cora. (S. L. M., July, 1861.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Soldiers, hail, ye gallant band,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Marshalled at your Country’s call,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To a Dear Comforter</i>: By B. H. Jones. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Musing o’er my gloomy fortune—</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Thinking of a world so drear”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To A Mocking Bird</i>: On being waked by its song, near the -camp, in the dusk of morning. By E. F. W. (Amaranth, from the -<i>Southern Illustrated News</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Sweet bird that thrill’st with early note</div> - <div class="verse indent8">The hedge-row charred and sere,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Toast of Morgan’s Men</i>: By Capt. Thorpe, of Kentucky. -(E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Unclaimed in the land that bore us,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Lost in the land we find,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Toast to Virginia</i>: Tune: “Red, White and Blue.” (R. B. -B., 113.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A toast to Virginia, God bless her!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The Mother of heroes and states!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To Brother Jonathan, on the Dictatorship of Abe Lincoln</i>: -By J. I. R., of Richmond. (S. L. M., Ed. Table, April, ’63.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh, Jonathan! you little thought, when all your hills, and vales</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Rang with the cheers for ‘Honest Abe,’ the splitter of the rails,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To Colonel John H. Morgan, 2d Regiment, Kentucky -Cavalry</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Our hero-chief, Kentucky’s pride,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To whom she gladly doth confide”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To Exchange-Commissioner Ould</i>: By Major George McKnight. -“Asa Hartz.” (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Dear Uncle Bob: I fear your head</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Has gone a-thinking I am dead;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To General Beauregard</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Rouse thee my sad hero! rouse thee now to the fray!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In the Yankee ranks scatter wild fear and dismay”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>To General Winfield Scott</i>: By William H. Holcombe, -Waterproof, Louisiana, August, 1861. (S. L. M., Sept. ’61.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Old Man! I pity thee; but not because,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Too shallow for deep thought and falsely great,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To Go or Not to Go</i>: By Exempt. (Hubner.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“To go or not to go! that is the question,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Whether it pays best to suffer pestering”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To Him</i>: Who was our President, and who is and ever will -be our honored and beloved. By Fanny Downing. (E. V. M., ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“From out your prison by the sea,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Your thoughts at least may wander free,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To Johnston’s Name</i>: In Memory of General A. S. Johnston. -Air, “Roy’s Wife of Aldavallach.” By Judge Tod Robinson, of -California. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We’ll stop the flow of festive mirth—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From social joys a moment borrow”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To Kentuckians</i>: On the Dispersion of the Convention at -Frankfort, by Col. Gilbert. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“If in your ‘ashes live their unwonted fires,’</div> - <div class="verse indent2">If ye are sons of your heroic sires”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To Kentucky</i>: By an advocate of State’s Rights. By -Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I lay my hand upon thy breast,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">They who strike thee must pierce me first”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Toll and Peal: To the Memory of Charles D. Dreux</i>: By -Mrs. Marie B. Williams. (E. V. M., ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Toll for the warrior! toll!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">A requiem sad, yet high”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To Madame Therese Pulsky</i>: Who with her husband, followed -General Kossuth in his Exile. By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I’m gazing on the pleasant face,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And thinking of the time,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To Maryland—Friends are Nigh</i>: By William Gilmore Simms. -(Bohemian.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Friends are nigh; despair not,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Though fast in the despot’s chain!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To Miss ——, of Virginia</i>: By Stella. Alabama, August 1, -1866. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hail gentle patron of our stricken land!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Thrice welcome to our ever grateful shore;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>To Miss C. P. B. of Athens, Tennessee</i>: By Col. B. H. -Jones. Johnson’s Island, July, 1865. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Musing lonely, sadly musing,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Is my Island prison drear,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To Miss K. A. S. of Alexandria, Virginia</i>: By Col. B. H. -Jones. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Maiden, through death’s gloomy portal,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In the far cerulean blue,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To Mr. Lincoln</i>: (Randolph.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Old honest Abe, you are a babe,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">In military glory;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To Mr. Vallandigham</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O Chatham of our day, to thee I turn</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While my sick heart with freshened strength doth burn,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To Mrs. Rosanna Osterman</i>: By Col. A. M. Hobby. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Amidst the deep corruption of the age,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where Vice and Folly universal rage,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To My Soldier Brother</i>: By Sallie E. Ballard of Texas. -(W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“When softly gathering shades of ev’n,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Creep o’er the prairies broad and green,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To My Soldier: May God Love Thee, My Beloved, May God Love -Thee!</i> (S. L. M., Ed. Table. April, ’63.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Warm from my bosom I send you this,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Deep in my heart these thoughts were nursed,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To My Sons in Virginia</i>: (Randolph.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“My children, I have sent ye forth</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To battle for the right”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To Our Dead of New Hope</i>: Corporal W. H. Brunet and -Private R. A. Beidgens. By F. B. Kennesaw Ridge, June 16, 1864. -(W. F.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“They sleep the deep sleep ’neath the sanctified sod,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Made holy by patriot gore;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Too Young to Die</i>: By John B. Smith, Nashville, -Tennessee, December, ’64. (E. V. M., ’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“On the hard fought field where the battle storm</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Had echoed its sullen thunder,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Tories of Virginia</i>: (R. R. from the Richmond -<i>Examiner</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“In the ages gone by, when Virginia arose</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Her honor and truth to maintain,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>To Sauerwein</i>: Air, “My Maryland.” By a Member of the -Baltimore Corn Exchange. Baltimore, June, 1862. (R. B. B., 86.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The Union men have left the flour</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Sauerwein! Poor ‘Sour Wine’”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To the Baltimore Poet—Thomas H. M-rr-s</i>: Author of “How -They Act in Baltimore.” By Mephistopheles K. G. S. Baltimore, -June 10, 1862. (R. B. B., 86.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“So Tom has turned a poet, what a dear</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Dull, stupid trait’rous ass’”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To the Beloved Memory of Major General Tom Green</i>: By -Captain Edwin Hobby. Galveston, May 28, 1864. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“In the land of the orange groves, sunshine and flowers,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Is heard the funereal tread,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To the Confederate Dead</i>: By Col. W. W. Fontaine. -Johnson’s Island, June, 1863. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Comrades, sleep your sleep of glory,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">In your narrow soldier graves,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To the Confederate Flag Over Our State House</i>: Air, “Oh, -saw ye the lass?” By Kentucky. September 6, 1862. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Float proudly o’er Frankfort, thou flag of my heart!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The dread of oppressors and hirelings thou art,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To the Congress of the C. S. A.</i>: With the design of a -Flag. [By C. B. Northrup]. (Outcast.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Dishonor not our great and ancient flag,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">That banner which, through fields of blood,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To the Davis Guards</i>: By Lt. W. P. Cunningham. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Soldiers! raise your banner proudly,</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Let it pierce our Texan sky”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To the Front</i>: By James Barron Hope. (Bohemian.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hark! now I hear the distant fire,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Our pickets on the line return”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To the Governor of Ohio</i>: Dedicated to Lieut. T. Bullitt, -2d Reg., Ky. Cavalry. By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Put them in a convict’s cell!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">That’s the worst that you can do!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To the Ladies of Baltimore</i>: By Mrs. Bettie C. Locke. -Shenandoah Valley, May, 1866. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“For those so fair and kind and true, who felt for others grief,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We of the South would now entwine fame’s bright undying wreath!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>To the Ladies of Virginia</i>: By Col. W. W. Fontaine. -(Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Mothers, wives and maidens fair!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Mournful, with disheveled hair,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To the Maryland Sons of Revolutionary Sires!</i> Dedicated -to Miss M. H. Air, “Auld Lang Syne.” (R. B. B., 77.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ye sons of Sires, of manly deeds, who died for love of right,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Again the despot spoils your lands and justice bids you fight”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To the Memory of Col. Thos. S. Lubbock</i>: Dedicated to -Gov. E. F. R. Lubbock. By Col. Alfred M. Hobby. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Drape in gloom our Southern Ensign! Gently fold its crimson bars,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">While cypress wreaths around it twine, and dim with tears its burning</div> - <div class="verse indent16">stars”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To the Memory of General Thomas S. Jackson</i>: By K., -White’s Battalion, May 17, 1863. (Private Mss.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Give me the death of those</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who for their country die”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To the Memory of Jackson of Alexandria, Virginia</i>: Air, -“Scots wha’ hae wi Wallace bled.” By Andrew Devilbiss. (Wash’n -91.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Here’s to Jackson brave and true,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Whom the base invaders slew,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To the Parents of the Youthful Patriot, Melzar G. Fiske</i>, -who fell mortally wounded at the battle of Malvern Hill, near -Richmond, July 1, 1862. By their friend and Pastor, Rev. I. W. -K. Handy, D. D. (S. L. M., Ed. Table, March, ’63.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Father! Mother! dry your tears;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Cease your noble boy to mourn,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To The Rappahannock</i>: By James D. Blackwell. (E. V. M., -’69.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Flow on, thou bright river, flow on to the deep,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And soothe with thy murmurs the dead in their sleep”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To The Sons of the Sunny South</i>: Written by a lad only -twelve or thirteen years old. March 20, 1862. (S. L. M., Ed. -Table, April, ’62.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O that I were a man, that I could grasp the sword,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By love of country and high hopes of victory lured,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>To the Southern Cross</i>: By Henry C. Alexander. (S. L. M., -August, ’63.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Celestial cross, that with such steady gaze,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Dost beam upon the tossing Southern main,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>To the Victor Belong the Spoils</i>: Suggested by the -edifying spectacle of an officer exhibiting publicly on the -cars, to his delighted wife, a carpet-sack filled with silver -plate robbed from Southern homes, and marked with the owner’s -names. By Walker Meriweather Bell. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh, twine me a garland of laurel, my love!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To rest and recruit from my wounds.”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Tree, The Serpent and The Star</i>: By A. P. Gray, of -South Carolina. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“From the silver sands of a gleaming shore,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where the wild sea-waves were breaking”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Trees of the South</i>: By Rev. A. J. Ryan. (Amaranth):</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Old trees, old trees, in your mystic gloom,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">There is many a warrior laid,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Tribute to the Ladies of New Orleans</i>: By F. B. Dalton, -Georgia, March 25, 1864. (W. F.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“There was a city fabulously grand;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The riches of the world were in her hand,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Triple-Barred Banner</i>: By Col. W. S. Hawkins. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh, Triple-Barred Banner! the badge of the free!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">What coward would falter in duty to thee”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Trooper to His Steed</i>: By Susan Archer Talley of -Virginia. (Amaranth, from the <i>Southern Illustrated News</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Away! my steed in thy joyous pride,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With thy flashing eye, and thy bounding stride!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>True-Heart Southrons</i>: Air, “Blue Bonnets over the -Border.” (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“For trumpet and drum, have the soft voice of maiden;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For the trumpet of armed men, have the maze of the dance;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>True Irish Valor</i>: By Miss Mollie E. Moore. Sabine Pass, -Texas, September 8, 1863. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Thank God! there’s one chord in all men’s hearts</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That is tuned alike, the one”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>True Southern Hearts</i>: By E. S., Baltimore County, August -19. (R. B. B., 113.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“It is evening of a sultry day,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And my darlings two, on the steps at play”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>True to His Name</i>: (R. R., from the New Orleans <i>True -Delta</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“In ancient days, Jehovah said,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">In voice both sweet and calm,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>True to the Gray</i>: By Pearl Rivers. A. D., 1865. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I cannot listen to your words,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The land is long and wide”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>True to the Last</i>: By Col. W. S. Hawkins. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The bugles blow the battle call,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And through the camp each stalwart band,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Truth Spoken in Jest</i>: Inscribed to Private ——, 2d -Ky. Cav., who was wounded in a fight at Paris, Kentucky. Air, -“Old Rosin the bow.” By Kentucky, July 31. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The tune was, I said, ‘I won’t marry,’</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But oh! how could I then have e’er thought”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Turtle</i>: (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Caesar, afloat with his fortunes!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And all the world agog!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Twelfth Star</i>: Kentucky seceded in convention -assembled at Mayfield. By Kentucky, October, 1861. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Kentucky’s the twelfth Star. Now she is great,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Greatest in her forgetfulness of self;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Twilight Prayer</i>: Written in the dark, Whitsunday -morning, after Beast Butler’s infamously famous order had been -promulgated in New Orleans. By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“God of Battles, hear and save us,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From the foes who would enslave us!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Two Armies</i>: By Henry Timrod. (W. G. S. from the -<i>Southern Illustrated News</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Two armies stand enrolled beneath,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The banner with the starry wreath”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Two Years Ago</i>: By a drafted Wide-Awake. (R. B. B., 113.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I was a glorious Wide-Awake,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">All marching in a row;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Tyrant’s Cap</i>: (R. B. B., 71.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The galling chain has fettered now,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Our free and noble state:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Uncle Abe, or a Hit at the Times</i>: Air, “Villikins and -His Dinah.” 1861. (R. B. B., 71.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“In the town of Chicago as you know very well,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Lived a man who aspired in the White House to dwell”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Uncle Jerry</i>: By William H. Holcombe, M.D. (Bohemian.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Why Jerry, what means all this sadness and fear?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Here’s your bitter man! why do you cry?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Uncle Sam</i>: Air, “Nelly Bly.” By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Uncle Sam! Uncle Sam! De way you take is wrong;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You’ll neber bring us back agin by cruel war and long”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Uncle Snow</i>: (R. B. B., 113.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh, my name is Uncle Snow, and I’d have you all to know,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I’m an artist wid de brush by profession;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Unforgotten</i>: By W. Winston Fontaine, Virginia. -(Amaranth from the Richmond <i>Inquirer</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“When golden lines of evening light</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Along the tops of mountains rest;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Uniform of Gray</i>: By Evan Elbert. (S. B. P.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The Briton boasts his coat of red,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">With lace and spangles decked”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The United States Eagle</i>: By Kentucky, April 29. (S. O. -S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Straws show the way the wind blows,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And I’ve often thought an emblem grows:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Unknown Confederate Soldier</i>: (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“In a little lonely hillock</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where the South wind softly sighs”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Unknown Dead</i>: To Maj. David Bridgford, C. S. A., as -sung by Miss Ella Wren: Written and composed by John H. Hewitt. -Savannah, Ga. John C. Schreiner & Son. (R. B. M., 1863.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Where the mountain ash nods to the tempest’s wild howling,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where the echo shrinks in the wall dark and deep”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Unknown Dead</i>: By Henry Timrod. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The rain is splashing on my sill,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">But all the winds of Heaven are still,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>An Unknown Hero</i>: By Wm. Gordon McCabe, Camp near -Richmond, 1862. (Amaranth, from the <i>Southern Illustrated -News</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Sweet Malvern Hill is wreathed in flame,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">From serried ranks the steel is gleaming”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Unreturning</i>: (S. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The swallow leaves the ancient eaves,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As in the days agone;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Uprise, Ye Braves!</i> By G. H. M., of the Washington -Artillery. S. L. M., November and December, 1863. (Bohemian, -from the Richmond <i>Despatch</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Uprise, ye braves of Southern birth!</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Uplift your flag on high,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Up! Up! Let the Stars of our Banner</i>: Respectfully -Dedicated to the Soldiers of the South: By M. F. Bigney. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Up, up, let the stars of our banner,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Flash out like the brilliants above,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Up With the Flag</i>: Composed and respectfully dedicated -to the 4th N. C. Troops. By Dr. Wm. B. Harrell. Arranged for -pianoforte by Mrs. Harrell. Richmond, Virginia. George Dunn and -Co. (R. B. M., 1863.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh come boys, come with a merry heart and will; up with the flag,</div> - <div class="verse indent15">up with the flag</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And bear it onward to victory still, up with the flag and away”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Valentine</i>: By F. B. Macon, February 14, 1865. (W. F.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Love dwells within your sunny smiles,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And heaven in your heart”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Valiant Conscript</i>: (Lee.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“How are you, boys, I’m just from camp,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">And feel as brave as Caesar;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Valley of the Shenandoah</i>: By a soldier of the Army -of Northern Virginia. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The peace of the valley is fled,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The calm of its once happy bowers”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Vanguard of our Liberty.</i> Air, “Boy’s Wife.” By Kentucky. -(S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The Yanks were sure that we were theirs,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Submissive prey of the Northern bears,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Vanquished Patriot’s Prayer</i>: (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ruler of nations! bow thy ear,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">I cannot understand”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Vengeance Is Mine</i>: Saith the Lord, “I will repay.” By -Walker Meriweather Bell. (Amaranth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent6">“It is not always dark!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When night’s black shades are round us chill”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Very Latest From Butler</i>: (R. B. B., 11½.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Some generals love the battle’s roar,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And laurels red and gory;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Vicksburg—A Ballad</i>: By Paul H. Hayne, Columbia, South -Carolina, August 6, 1862. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“For sixty days and upwards</div> - <div class="verse indent4">A storm of shell and shot”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Victory</i>: Written on hearing of the victory of Gen. -Morgan at Hartsville, Tenn. By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh, how I thrill in ev’ry nerve!</div> - <div class="verse indent6">I, who for tyrants never swerve”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Victory of Truth</i>: A Story of the Olden Time. By Col. -W. S. Hawkins. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“At the trumpet’s blast the gates flew open wide,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And thousands packed the court”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Vidi Ami Plorare</i>: By Lieut. J. E. Dooley. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Methinks I see him even now,—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">His smiling lips and soft blue eyes;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Violets in Lent</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Light is breaking from the clouds,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Wintry snow no more enshroud”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Virginia</i>: (R. B. B., 113.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Three cheers for Virginia, the home of the free,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The birthplace of Washington, the land of liberty”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Virginia</i>: By Catherine M. Warfield. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Glorious Virginia! Freedom sprang,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Light to her feet at thy trumpets’ clang:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Virginia: A Sonnet</i>: By Mrs. M. J. Preston. -(Beechenbrook.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Grandly thou fillest the world’s eye today,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">My proud Virginia. When the gage was thrown”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Virginia</i>: By a Virginia Woman. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The mother of States! In song and in story,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Virginia’s the proudest name ever enrolled”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Virginia</i>: A Battle Song. Dedicated to the Virginia -Volunteers. By Mrs. C. J. M. Jordan. (Bohemian.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The cloud is dark,—the storm is nigh,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">The foeman’s step advances,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Virginia and Her Defenders</i>: Air, “Carolina, Carolina.” -(Cav.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Virginia, Virginia! your children of glory,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Are wedded forever to historic story”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Virginia and The Blockaders</i>: By W. S. Forrest. (S. -L. M., June ’63.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The sun looked forth in glory;</div> - <div class="verse indent4">A day of joy it seemed;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Virginia Capta</i>: By Mrs. Margaret J. Preston, April 9, -1866. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Unconquered captive, close thine eye,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And draw the ashen sackcloth o’er,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Virginia Desolate</i>: By Col. W. Winston Fontaine, of -Virginia. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O Virginia, fair Virginia, queen of all our sunny land,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of the warlike Southern sisters, thou the chosen of the band”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Virginia, 1861</i>: (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Land of my birth! my love, my pride, all honor to thy name,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Thy children have no cause to blush, though jealous of thy fame!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Virginia Fuit</i>: By John R. Thompson. (Amaranth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Consummatum—the work of destruction is done,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The race of the first of the States has been run”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Virginia in 1863: A Dialogue</i>: (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Child—‘See that blue line, Mother,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Coming ’round the hill’”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Virginia Ladies</i>: A tribute to Miss Mary Batte, -Assistant Linen Matron, Poplar Lawn Hospital, Georgia, A. D. -1863. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Go thou and search the archives,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Of all recorded time”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Virginia—Late But Sure</i>: By William H. Holcombe, M.D. -(S. L. M., Ed. Table, May ’61.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The foe has hemmed us round, we stand at bay,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Here will we perish or be free today!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Virginia to the Rescue</i>: By Virginia. (Bohemian from the -Richmond <i>Dispatch</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“‘Virginia to the rescue!’ ’tis her children’s battle cry,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Whose name is it they join with hers, and what echoes fill the sky?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Virginian Marseillaise</i>: With French and English -Versions. Arranged for pianoforte by F. W. Rosier. (R. B. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Virginia hears the dreadful summons,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Sounding hoarsely from afar”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Virginians of the Shenandoah Valley</i>: “Sic Jurat.” By -Frank O. Ticknor, M.D. Torch Hall, Georgia. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The knightliest of the knightly race,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who, since the days of old,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Virginia’s Dead</i>: (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Proud Mother of a race that reared—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The brave and good of ours,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Virginia’s Jewels</i>: By Miss Rebecca Powell of Virginia. -(E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“‘These are my jewels,’ said a Roman dame,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Long years ago.—Virginia says the same,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>The Virginia’s Knocking Around</i>: By M., Baltimore, March -30, 1863. (Md. Hist. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“’Twas on a windy night in March,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">In a chamber lone at Washington”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Virginia’s Message to the Southern States</i>: (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“You dared not think I’d never come,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You could not doubt your Mother;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Virginia’s Rallying Call</i>: By Louise Elemjay. (Bohemian.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come, to my side, my gallant children come,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Heard ye that edict of yon caitiff scum:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Virginia’s Tribute to Her Daughters</i>: By Cora. January, -1863. (S. L. M., March, ’63.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ye daughters of Virginia a joyous anthem raise,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Your Mother State doth honor you with richest meed of praise,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Voice from the Old Maryland Line</i>: Air, “Maryland, My -Maryland.” By N. G. R. (Dr. N. G. Ridgley.) Baltimore, October -27, 1861. (R. B. B., 70.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The Old Line’s foot is on thy shore, Maryland,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Returned triumphant as of yore! Maryland”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Voice from the South</i>: Inscribed to Queen Victoria. By -Rosa Vertner Jeffrey, January, 1863. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“From our ancient moss-veiled forests,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Jasmine bowers, savannahs green”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Voice of the South</i>: By Tyrtaeus. (W. G. S., from the -Charleston <i>Mercury</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“’Twas a goodly boon that our fathers gave,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And fits but ill to be held by the slave;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Voices of the Winds</i>: By Major S. Yates Levy, of Georgia. -(Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Folded in the thoughtful mantle,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Night around the wretched binds;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Volunteer</i>: Air, “The Girl I Left Behind Me.” (C. S. -B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The hour was sad, I left the maid,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A lingering farewell taking”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Volunteer, or, It is My Country’s Call</i>: By Harry -McCarthy. (C. S. B.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I leave my home and thee, dear, with sorrow in my heart,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">It is my country’s call, dear, to aid her I depart”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Volunteer Mess Song</i>: John Hopkins, Printer, New Levee -St., 4th D. (Wash’n, 216.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Here’s to our Generals brave, who we know will well behave,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With their officers and soldiers to sustain em! ha! ha!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Volunteer Song</i>: Written for the Ladies’ Military Fair -held at New Orleans, 1861. Published in the New Orleans -<i>Picayune</i>, April 28, 1861, and sung by the regiments -departing for Virginia. (Phot. Hist.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Go soldiers, arm you for the fight,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">God shield the cause of Justice, Right:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Volunteered</i>: (S. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I know the sun shines, and the lilacs are blowing,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the summer sends kisses by beautiful May”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Volunteer’s Return</i>: By Lieut. Howard C. Wright. -(Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“’Tis just three years this morning,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Since last I viewed this spot;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Volunteers to the “Melish:”</i> By William C. Estres. -(R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come forth, ye gallant heroes,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Rub up each rusty gun,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Wait For the Wagon</i>: New Song Revised by Dr. Hopkins. -(Hopkins.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“South Carolina, a fiery little thing,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Said she wouldn’t stay in a government</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Where Cotton wasn’t King;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Wait till the War, Love, is Over</i>: Words by A. J. -Andrews, Music by C. W. Burton. Richmond, Virginia. (R. B. M., -1864.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“’Twas gentle spring, the flowers were bright,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">The bird’s sweet song was lovely”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Waiting</i>: By William Shepardson. (Bohemian.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“All day long beside the window,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Gazing through the mist and rain,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Waiting For a Battle</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“As one oppressed who feels the coming of</div> - <div class="verse indent4">A storm, insensible to splendor of”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The War, by Walt Whitman</i>: (By John R. Thompson): (S. L. -M., Ed. Table, January, 1862.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent12">“I sing of war—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Grim-visaged, bloody-handed, rough-shod War, striking out from the</div> - <div class="verse indent12">shoulder”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The War Chief Magruder</i>: Air, “Hail to the Chief.” By -Col. H. Washington. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hail to the Chief! who in triumph has scatter’d</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The clouds that o’er Texas so gloomily press’d”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>The War-Christian’s Thanksgiving</i>: Respectfully dedicated -to the War-Clergy of the United States, Bishops, Priests and -Deacons. Jeremiah xxxxviii, 10. By S. Teackle Wallis, Fort -Warren, 1863. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O God of battles! once again,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With banner, trump and drum,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>War-Shirkers</i>: By Teke, of Travis County. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A brood of skulkers are ye all!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As deaf as adders to the call”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>War Song</i>: (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come! come! come!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Come, brothers, you are called,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>War Song</i>: (Randolph.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Now is the hour, men of the South,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To strike for life or death”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>War Song</i>: Air, “March, March, Eltrick and Teviotdale.” -(R. R. from the Charleston <i>Mercury</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“March, march, on brave ‘Palmetto’ boys”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>War Song</i>: Tune, “Bonnie Blue Flag.” By J. H. Woodcock. -(R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Huzza! huzza! let’s raise the battle cry,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And whip the Yankees from our land,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>War Song (Manassas Hymn)</i>: Air, “Liberty Duet” in “Il -Puritani.” (S. L. M., Feb. and March, ’62.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Awake! arise my warriors!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Liberty, your mother calls to you!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A War Song for Virginia</i>: (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Sound, Virginia, sound your clarion!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">From your serried ranks of war!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>War Song of The Partisan Ranger</i>: Dedicated to -Captain John H. Morgan. Air, “McGregor’s Gathering.” By -Benjamin F. Porter. (J. M. S. from the Greenville, Alabama, -<i>Observer</i>):</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The forests are green by the homes of the South</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But the hearth stones are red with the blood of her youth;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The War Storm</i>: By C. J. H. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Often, by a treacherous sea-side,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I have heard the ocean’s roar,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>War-Waves</i>: By Catherine Gendron Poyas, of Charleston. -(W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“What are the war-waves saying,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As they compass us around?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>The Warrior’s Steed</i>: By Mrs. V. E. W. (McCord) Vernon, -Richmond, March 22, 1862. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“A day of wrath, was that which shone,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Upon Manassas’ plain”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Waste of War</i>: (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Give me the gold that war had cost,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Before this peace-expanding day”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Wearing of the Grey</i>: By O. K. P. (Wash’n. 218.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Our cannon’s mouths are dumb—no more</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Our volleyed muskets peal,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Wearing of the Grey</i>: By a Mississippian. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh, have you heard the cruel news?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Alas! it is too true;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Wearin’ of the Gray</i>: By Tar Heel. (Fag.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh! Johnny, dear, and did you hear the news that’s lately spread,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">That never more the Southern cross must rear its stately head;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>We Come! We Come!</i> Dedicated to the Crescent Regiment, of -New Orleans, Col. M. J. Smith. By Millie Mayfield. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We come! we come, for Death or life,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For the Grave, or Victory!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>We Conquer or Die</i>: Composed by James Pierpont. (J. M. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The war drum is beating, prepare for the fight,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The stern bigot Northmen exalts in his light,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Weep, Weep</i>: By Refugee, May, 1865. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Weep! for a fallen land,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For an unstained flag laid low;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>We Know That We Were Rebels, or Why Can We Not Be -Brothers</i>: By Clarence Prentice. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Why can we not be brothers? the battle now is o’er,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We’ve laid our bruised arms on the field, to take them up no more;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Welcome “Jeff” to Baltimore</i>: Air, “Annie of the Vale.” -(R. B. B., 71.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“In charms now we slumber, and insults in number</div> - <div class="verse indent2">We hear from our insolent foes;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Welcome to the Invader</i>: “An Ode,” addressed to the -picked men of Col. Wilson’s New York command. (R. R. from the -<i>Charleston Courier</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“What! have ye come to spoil our fields,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Black hearts and bloody hands!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>We Left Him on the Field</i>: By Miss Marie E. Jones, of -Galveston. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“We left him on the crimson’d field,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where battle storms had swept,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>We’ll Be Free in Maryland</i>: Air, “Gideon’s Band.” By -Robert E. Holtz, January 30, 1862. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The boys down South in Dixie’s land,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Will come and rescue Maryland”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Western Dixie</i>: By Mrs. Virginia Smith. (Im.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come along, boys, we’ll go off to the wars,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Never mind the times, we’ll all march cheerily,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>We Swear</i>: (C. S. B. from the Louisville <i>Courier</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Kneel, ye Southrons, kneel and swear,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">On your bleeding country’s altar,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>What are Trumps?</i> By James B. Randall. (S. L. M., Ed. -Table, December, ’61.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Not Diamonds: Mason breaks bedight,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Beyond their leprosy of light,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>What! Have Ye Thought?</i> (W. G. S., from the Charleston -<i>Mercury</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“What! have ye thought to pluck</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Victory from chance and luck”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>What The Bugles Say</i>: Inscribed to Captain Ben. Lane -Posey. By A. B. Meek. (Bohemian.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hark! the bugles on the hill!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Tarala! Tarala!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>What the South Winds Say</i>: (R. R. from the Richmond -<i>Dispatch</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Faint as the echo of an echo born,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A bugle note swells on the air,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>What the Village Bell Said</i>: By John C. M’Lemore of South -Carolina (mortally wounded at the battle of Seven Pines). (W. -G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“For many a year in the village church,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Above the world have I made my home;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>What Tho’ These Limbs</i>: Written by Col. Benjamin Anderson -of Louisville, Kentucky, on the prison wall in Cincinnati, -shortly before committing suicide. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“What tho’ these limbs be bound with iron cords.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Still am I free!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>What Time is This for Dreaming?</i> By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“What time is this for dreaming,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When hearts are breaking round?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>When Peace Returns</i>: By Olivia Tully Thomas. (W. G. S., -Published in the Granada <i>Picket</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“When ‘war has smoothed his wrinkled front,’</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And meek-eyed peace returning,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>When Pleasure’s Flowery Paths</i>: By a prisoner in solitary -confinement, May 28th, 1865. (W. L.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“When pleasure’s flowery paths I trod,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">My eyes were bent on earth alone,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>When That Cruel War Began</i>: By Thomas Q. Barnes. (Barnes.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The tocsin of war it sounded its knell</div> - <div class="verse indent2">O’er the length and breadth of our sunny land”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>When the Boys Come Home</i>: (Fag.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The boys are coming home again,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">This war will soon be o’er,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>When the War is Over: A Christmas Lay</i>: By Margaret J. -Preston. (Beechenbrook.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ah, the happy Christmas times,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Times we all remember,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>When This Cruel War is Over</i>: Ballad. Words by Charles C. -Sawyer, Richmond, Va. Music by Henry Tucker. George Dunn and -Co. (R. B. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Dearest one, do you remember,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">When we last did meet?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>When Will the War be Over?</i> (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“When will the war be over? asked a veteran whose sun-brown’d face</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Implied in the ranks of the gallant he’d early sought a place,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Where Are You Going, Abe Lincoln?</i> Air, “Lord Lovell.” -(Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Abe Lincoln he stood at the White House Gate,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Combing his milk-white steed,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Where is the Rebel Fatherland</i>: By Mrs. M. J. P. [Mrs. -Margaret J. Preston]. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Where is the Rebel Fatherland—</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Is it Maryland, dear Maryland”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Where My Heart Is</i>: Air, “My Heart’s in the Highlands.” -By Kentucky: (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“My heart’s with our brave men, my heart is not here,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For wherever I look, there Dutch soldiers appear;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Who Will Care for Mother, Now?</i> (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Why am I so weak and weary? see how faint my heated breath!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">All around to me seems darkness—tell me, comrades, is this death?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Why Should the South Rejoice</i>: By A. Moise, Jr. Richmond, -Virginia, July 4, 1866. (C. C.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Rejoice for what? For fields destroyed, for homes in ashes laid?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For maiden at the altar slain—victim of fiendish raid?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Wide-Awakes</i>: (R. B. B., 116)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O, what is all this noise about,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">This midnight confusion?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Will No One Write to Me?</i> By Major George McKnight (“Asa -Hartz”) Johnson’s Island, January 1, 1864. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The list is called, and one by one</div> - <div class="verse indent2">The anxious crowd now melts away,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>William Price</i>: Member of the Maryland “State” Senate and -author of the infamous Treason Bill. Air, “John Todd.” (R. B. -B., 94.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Your Sharp Treason Bill, William Price”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>William Courtland Price</i>: By Julia Pleasants Creswell. -(S. L. M., November and December, 1862.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“He came with youth and hope and swelling heart;</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And freely cast them in the unequal scale;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Will You Go!</i> By Estelle. (R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Will you go? will you go?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where the foeman’s steel is bright”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Wind from the South</i>: Written for the <i>Fair -Journal</i>, Southern Relief Fair of Baltimore, April 2, 1866. -By C. C. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“—I sing of the South,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Not as she was in her pride of yore,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Woman’s Love</i>: By Lieut. H. C. Wright. (Sunny.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Wildly raging were the billows,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Wildly heaving was the sea,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Woman’s Prayer</i>: Dedicated to Colonel Lane’s Regiment, -Texas Cavalry. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“O Soldier, is thy weary heart with care and woe, oppress’d?</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Is courage failing? hope departing from thy weary breast?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Word</i>: October, 1861. (R. N. S., from the Louisville -<i>Journal</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent8">“Arm!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Arm without any words!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>A Word with the West</i>: By John R. Thompson. Richmond, -December 1, 1862. (S. S., appearing originally in the -<i>Southern Illustrated News</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Once more to the breach for the land of the West,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And a leader we give of our bravest and best,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Work of an Ironclad</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Come, my fair one, sit thee down,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And sing for me thy sweetest song”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Worthier</i>: —— was shot in trying to escape from Rock -Island. By Kentucky (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“My best friend dead! yes; shot that he did try,</div> - <div class="verse indent10">From prison to escape”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Would’st Thou Have Me Love Thee</i>: By Alexander B. Meek. -(W. G. S., from the Richmond Dispatch: also under title of -<i>War Song</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Would’st thou have me love thee, dearest,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">With a woman’s proudest heart,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Woven Fancies</i>: By Mrs. Fanny Downing, North Carolina, -1862. (Amaranth.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I sit before my loom, today,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And with untiring fingers ply,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Wreck of the Florida’s Boat</i>: 16th July, 1864. (In -memory of M’d’m Wm. Beverley Sinclair of Virginia.) By Luola. -(E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Oh! many a youth has fallen,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Out on the battle plain;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Written Before the Secession of Virginia</i>: By Mrs. -Rebecca Tabb, of Gloucester, Virginia. (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Weep! yes, we will weep; but not from coward fears,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Poor woman! what has she to give her country save her tears?”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Yankee Devil</i>: Cave Spring, Georgia, April 11, 1863. -(R. R.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Hurrah! Hurrah! good news and true,</div> - <div class="verse indent6">Our woes will soon be past;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Yankee Doodle</i>: (“An absurd thing, which came to us all -the way from Canada, where we have plenty of friends.”) (S. L. -M., Ed. Table, January, ’62.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Yankee Doodle ran away,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Dixie he ran after”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Yankee Doodle’s Ride to Richmond</i>: By Rev. E. P. Birch, -of La Grange, Georgia. (Bohemian.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I sing of Yankee Doodle’s ride to famous Richmond town,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">A gallant knight in truth was he, of valour and renown,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Yankee Joke in Texas</i>: By Ned Bracken. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Messrs. Yankees came one day,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">To stroll upon our beach;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>[<i>Yankee Money</i>]: Air, “Little More Cider, Cider Do.” By -Captain T. F. Roche, C. S. A., Fort Delaware, 1865. (Roche.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Now when dis war is over, and all de fighting done,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And every hungry rebel will leave at once for home”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>The Yankee President</i>: By Dr. Gilbert, of Houston, -January 13, 1863. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“I’ll sing you a new-made song, made by a modern pate,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of a real Yankee President, who took the helm of State,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Yankee Vandals</i>: Air, “Gay and Happy.” (R. B. B., 117.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“The Northern Abolition vandals</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Who have come to free the slave”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Ye Batteries of Beauregard</i>: By J. C. Barrick of -Kentucky. (W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ye batteries of Beauregard!</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Pour your hail from Moultries Wall”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Ye Cavaliers of Dixie</i>: By Benjamin F. Porter of Alabama. -(W. G. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ye Cavaliers of Dixie</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That guard our Southern shores”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Ye Flight of Ye Rayl Splitter: A Ballad</i>: (P. & P. B. -from the New Orleans <i>Crescent</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Of all ye flyghts that ever were flown</div> - <div class="verse indent2">By several persons, or one alone”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Ye Gallant Sons of Carolina</i>: (Randolph.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ye gallant sons of Carolina,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Listen to your country’s call,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Ye Men of Alabama</i>: Air, “Ye Mariners of England.” By -John D. Phelan of Montgomery, Alabama. (W. G. S. from the -Montgomery <i>Advertiser</i> of October, 1860.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ye men of Alabama,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Awake, arise, awake!”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Ye Shall Be Free</i>: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ye shall be free,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">For with our guns we will stand o’er you,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Yes, Build Your Walls</i>: (W. G. S. from the Charleston -<i>Mercury</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Yes, build your walls of stone or sand,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">But know when all is builded—then”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</span></p> -<p class="hang"><i>Yes, Call us Rebels! ’Tis the Name</i>: By Albert Pike of -Arkansas. (E. V. M., from the New Orleans <i>Picayune</i>, May, -1861.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Yes, call us rebels! ’tis the name</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Our patriot fathers bore,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>You Are Going to the Wars, Willie Boy</i>: By John H. -Hewitt. (Beau.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“You are going to the wars, Willie Boy, Willie Boy,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You are going to the wars far away”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>You’ll Tell Her, Won’t You?</i> (E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“You’ll tell her, won’t you? Say to her I died</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As a brave soldier should—true to the last;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Young Dodger Vs. Old Croaker</i>: Dialogue. (Alsb.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“These croakers all I really hate, and love to hate them, too,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Convention men, submissionists, disloyal and not true;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>A Young Girl’s Foreboding</i>: By Kentucky, August 2, 1862. -(S. O. S.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Ah! it is very hard</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To think my home may go”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Young Recruit</i>: (Randolph.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“See! there’s ribbons gaily streaming.</div> - <div class="verse indent2">I’m a soldier now, Lizette:”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Young Volunteer</i>: By John H. Hewitt. (Beau.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Our flag is unfurl’d and our arms flash bright,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">As the sun wades up the sky;”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Your Mission</i>: (S. S., from the Charleston -<i>Courier</i>.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“Fold away all your bright-tinted dresses,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Turn the key on your jewels today”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="hang"><i>Zollicoffer</i>: Killed in the Battle of Somerset, Kentucky, -January 19, 1862. By H. L. Flash. S. L. M., Ed., April, 1862. -(E. V. M.)</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent2">“First in the fight, and first in arms,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of the white-winged angels of glory,”—</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter transnote"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="Transcribers_Notes">Transcriber’s Notes</h2> - -<p>Obvious typographical errors have been silently corrected. 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