INDEX OF SOUTHERN WAR POEMS OF THE CIVIL WAR (continued 2)

“You have told me that you love me, That you worship at my shrine,”—

“Dear Uncle: I’m certain you never have thought on The omnipotent greatness and glory of cotton:”—

“I’m conscripted, Smith, conscripted! Ebb the subterfuges fast”—

“There is a land where cotton grows, A land where milk and honey flows”—

“Awake, dearest, awake! ’tis thy lover who calls, Imogen; List! dearest! list! the dew gently falls, Imogen;”—

“The South, the South, the glorious South, Now calls forth all her men,”—

“O, I’m thinking of the soldier as the evening shadows fall, As the twilight fairy sketches her sad pictures on the wall;”—

“Oh! Freedom is a blessed thing! And men have marched in stricken fields,”—

“True sons of the South, from whose militant sires The still-crested charter of Liberty sprung,”—

“Chain the eagle and veil his eyes! Torture him dumb and dim!”—

“Surely in life’s final moments Ere the spirit takes its flight,”—

“Oh! stranger, can you tell me where, Where is my boy—my brave bright boy!”—

“Weary, weary lies the soldier In his blanket on the ground,”—

“O ye starry night skies With your thousand bright eyes,”—

“When first the clarion blast of civil war Broke on the stillness of the mountain height;”—

“The war steed is champing his bit with disdain, And wild is the flash of his eye,”—

“Peace, troubled soul! The strife is done, This life’s fierce conflicts and its woes are ended;”—

“Weep, women of the Valley—weep, Virginia women, weep, Ho! warriors of the Southland, let not your vengeance sleep.”—

“In a quiet valley in Arkansas You may find that lonely grave,”—

“O noble spirit! not in vain Thy long three hours of direst pain!”—

“He is down! He is struck in the dark By command of his own;”—

“Silence, Oh mocking sea Hush thy tone, for it angers me;”—

“Fair were our visions! Oh! they were as grand As ever floated out of Fancy Land:”—

“Shoulder to shoulder there they rest. In lind of battle forever drest,”—

“The rain is pouring with remorseless drops, The dampened breezes sigh,”—

“Come, thou sweet friend, and cheer awhile The brooding gloom of prison walls,”—

“God bless the land of flowers And turn its winter hours,”—

“I remember the hour when sadly we parted, The tears on your pale cheeks glist’ning like dew,”—

“When old Virginia took the field, And wanted men to rally on”—

“Then welcome be it, if indeed it be The Irrepressible Conflict!”—

“I felt the power of intellect, I had the power of conscious strength;”—

“Hark! the cries of widowed mothers, Coming from the Northern states:”—

“Is there, then, no hope for the nations? Must the record of time be the same?”—

“The breath of evening sweeps the plain And sheds its perfume in the dell,”—

“It matters little whether grief or glee Is life’s, short portion set apart for me:”—

“Fold it up carefully, lay it aside, Tenderly touch it, look on it with pride,”—

“Not midst the lightning of the storm fight Not in the rush upon the vandal foe,”—

“Thank God for such a hero! Fearless hold His diamond character beneath the sun.”—

“’Twas not the private insult galled him most But public outrage of his country’s flag,”—

“Day after day our way has been O’er many a hill and hollow”—

“That noted burglar, Ellsworth, We all remember well,”—

“Well, we can whip them now, I guess, If Jackson has resigned,”—

“Ye Northern men in Washington, Your administration, too,”—

“Calm martyr of a noble cause, Upon thy form in vain,”—

“Mercy for a fallen chief! The angel, Peace, hath stilled the mighty storm;”—

“For spirit ever quick With sword or rhetoric,”—

“The cell is lonely and the night Has filled it with a darker gloom;”—

“There is a man of noble heart In Tennessee does dwell,”—

“And now O! John on earth oppressed, You are with us a welcome guest,”—

“I’m much surprised to hear it, John, I am, upon my life,”—

“John Merryman, the Marylander Would not stoop to Lincoln’s pander,”—

“John Morgan’s credentials— The very essentials,”—

“Beneath the sward in old Virginia Where the willow sheds its dew,”—

“What shall we say now of our gentle knight, Or how express the measure of our woe,”—

“Just as the spring came laughing through the strife, With all its gorgeous cheer,”—

“Come listen to my lay, of a man who came this way, You may never see a bolder, or a ruder;”—

“Oh, who has not heard of that isle in Lake Erie, So guarded today—so unheeded before,”—

“My name it is Joe Bowers; I’ve got a brother Ike, I come from old Missouri; yes, all the way from Pike:”—

“Joy, my Kentucky, thy night turns to morning, Eager thou risest at Liberty’s dawning;”—

“Just before the battle, Mother— I was drinking mountain dew”—

“We’re free from Yankee despots, We’ve left the foul mud-sills.”—

“Forward, oh forward! time stays not his flight. I’m older and sadder and wiser tonight;”—

“Kentuckians, arise! You have lain too long in a stupor deep;”—

“Then, leave us not, Kentucky boys, Though thick upon thy border,”—

“It is time for action, not ‘for memory and tears,’ Then hush this childish wailing and banish craven fears.”—

“Kentucky, my mother, I lay my heart on thee!”—

“Hath the wily Swamp Fox Come again to earth?”—

“Ho! will the despot trifle In dwellings of the free”—

“A tear for ‘the dark and bloody ground,’ For the land of hills and caves”—

“Kentucky to the rescue, For we are needed now;”—

“We work for brave and true ’Tis but little we can do,”—

“‘United We Stand, Divided We Fall’ Rally, Corncrackers! Kentucky doth call”—

“’Tis midnight on the battle field The dark field of the dead,”—

“Yes, Cotton is King, but I oftentimes fear The King he resembles is possibly—Lear”—

“Old Cotton is King, boys, ha! ha! With his locks so massive and white;”—

“The monarch that reigns in the warlike North Ain’t Lincoln at all, I ween,”—

“Kiss me before I die, Mother, oh press thy lips to mine, And twine thy loved arms around me, e’er life’s bright day decline,”—

“I know that the knell shall sound once more, And the dirge be sung o’er a bloody grave,”—

“Knitting for the soldiers, How the needles fly!”—

“Long years ago he wooed her—she was shy of being won— Sure upon haughtier maiden ne’er shone the golden sun:”—

“Where is the flag that once floated so proudly? Where the bright arms that once rang out so loudly?”—

“Oh! Dixie the land of King Cotton, The home of the brave and the free,”—

“Texas is the land for me; On a winter morning the wind blows free;”—

“Land of the South! Whate’er my fate in life may be,”—

“Land of the South! the fairest land Beneath Columbia’s sky!”—

“Virginia’s sons are valiant, Our courage none deny,”—

“’Tis the last martial button left drooping alone, All its honored companions are cut off and gone”—

“Night falleth, grieve, on the exhausted men Who’ve won three battles in four days:”—

“Last night a comrade sent in haste For me to soothe his fearful pain,”—

“When Xerxes and when Cyrus led, When Bonaparte and Washington,”—

“Oh! carry me back to my own loved Carolina shore; If on the battle field I fall, oh! take me home once more.”—

“O! wrap me not, when I am dead, In the ghastly winding sheet,”—

“Secession triumphant! then each Rebel Imp Shall rue it, or I’m not a government pimp.”—

“In these modern days of liberty as by Abe & Co. defined, It’s becoming rather dangerous to even have a mind,”—

“Leave it, ah no! the land is our own, Though the flag that we loved is now furled!”—

“First of a race of heroes, whom the Fates— Wielding the wonders of an Iron age,”—

“’Twas a terrible moment! The blood and the rout!”—

“Dawn of a pleasant morning in May Broke through the Wilderness cool and gray,”—

“Why are we forever speaking, Of the warriors of old,”—

“We hear a solemn saddening sound— A mournful knell,”—

“Let him be free—his prison bars Are shadows on our fame”—

“Let me kiss him for his mother, Let me kiss his dear youthful brow,”—

“Let the bugle blow along the mountains! Shrilly blow! shrilly blow!”—

“Let the drum’s deep tones be muffled Put the bugle far away,”—

“‘Over the river,’ a voice meekly said, Whose clarion tones had thousands obeyed,”—

“What! clasp your red hands and with brotherly trust Give our faith to the cheat you called Union, before?”—

“On! on! to the just and glorious strife With your swords your freedom shielding;”—

“Fair Liberty, the peerless high-born maid Nursed in Olympus sacred, classic shade,”—

“In the clearest of light from the regions of day, The Goddess of Liberty came,”—

“Come listen to my ditty, it will while away a minute, And if I didn’t think so I never would begin it,”—

“A life on the Vicksburg hills, a home in the trenches deep, A dodge from the Yankee shells, and the old pea bread won’t keep.”—

“Lady,—the fairy blossoms you have culled for me today, Modest, dainty vestal lilies, clustering on the path of May,”—

“At Pensacola Landing the South has made a standing, To resist an invasion they’re preparing,”—

“Come all you fellows that love a joke, And fun at each other love to poke,”—

“I come at the people’s mad-jority call, To open the North’s quaternary ball,”—

“First Caesar came, and bowed the knee to one Who reigns in Washington:”—

“He lay among the dying, and the battle raged near by, Upon the moist sod lying he was left to bleed and die,”—

“They fell on the march, while Hope was bright, Before the clouds of Disaster’s fright,”—

“‘I am the resurrection,’ Read the priest in solemn tone,”—

“We have suffered defeat, as the bravest may suffer; Shall we leave unavenged our dead comrades’ gore?”—

“Oh, silence, silence! now when night is near, And I am left alone,”—

“Do not think that the volunteer selfishly pines At the hardships that fall to his share;”—

“Amid a scene of carnage, Where the dead and wounded lay,”—

“Make not my grave in the valley yet, ’Neath the sod of an alien let it be,”—

“There is a wail As if the voice of sadness long and deep,”—

“Cold is his brow, and the dew of the evening Hangs damp o’er that form so noble and brave”—

“Never again! ah, never again Shall he march proudly o’er the plain,”—

“The bold and noble Earle van Dorn The good old Southern brave,”—

“In thy young manhood thou art slain, Shot! dead! it must be so;”—

“He has fallen, the patriot, brother and son, The pride of his comrades. He who to victory led on,”—

“The city stirs this morn; From careless or from eager lips there flits,”—

“Thou art gone to thy rest Thou brave fearless soldier,”—

“The cannon may roar but he hears not the sound, For he ‘sleeps his last sleep’ in the cold damp ground:”—

“Our banner hidden from the light of day, Where tyrant minions hold a despot sway,”—

“We have read the tyrant’s order, And the signet to the rule,”—

“They laid him away in the cold damp ground On the banks of a Southern stream.”—

“Forever gone, thou glorious chief, Not of embattled hosts the head,”—

“Dear Flag of my country! all hail to thy bars! All hail to thine azure field, circled with stars!”—

“Brave Forrest, like a storm-king sweeps O’er the vile invaders’ path;”—

“They are pouring down upon you, Gallant Lee,”—

“Dear flag! that wooes the morning air That floats upon the midnight breeze,”—

“The legion is armed for the battle, The charger is hot for the fray,”—

“Though our roofs be on fire, though our rivers run blood, Though their flag’s on the hill, on the plain, on the flood,”—

“See ye not that the day is breaking, Freemen from their slumbers waking,”—

“Wild flowers gathered from the hills Sunlit clouds on evening sky”—

“Let others sing of conquerors great, Far famed in minstrel story,”—

“Bright leaves and flowers from Vernon’s bowers, Ye call to mind home memories sweet,”—

“Under the evening shadows, Ere the long day was done,”—

“O God, our God, in this our hour of dark And bitter dread, we flee to Thee.”—

“I sit in the summer moonlight, And watched the flecked floor,”—

“Out of the focal and foremost fire, Out of the hospital walls as dire,”—

“What’s the matter, little sogers, Why run up and down the land,”—

“The early Springtime faintly flushed the earth, And in the woods, and by their favorite stream,”—

“I would not die on the battle field, Where the missiles are flying wild;”—

“A horseman from Manassas bound Cries, ‘Soldier, noble soldier’”—

“In a sheltered nook on Potomac’s shore, Where the earth is crimsoned with Southern gore,”—

“’Twas as the dying of the day, The darkness grew so still;”—

“When first from out a sky of gloom The Lone Star lit a nation’s way,”—

“Our rifles are ready, and ready are we, Neither fear, care, nor sorrow in this Company,”—

“Up with the Lone Star banner! Its hues are still as bright,”—

“Come, all ye brave Texians! your country is calling, Come, take up your arms, and let’s hasten away!”—

“Ho! Louisiana There is no clime like thine,”—

“Louisiana! dear Pelican mother, arise Seize the lightnings that ’lumine the vault of the skies,”—

“I have a rose—a faded rose, Sweeter than many a fairer flower;”—

“I promised once to write thee, and I write: What can I tell thee, dear, thou dost not know?”—

“A Southern woman bowed in weeping, stood, Amid a crowd, unfeeling, selfish, rude,”—

“Upon our country’s border lay Holding the ruthless foe at bay,”—

“They have met at last, as storm clouds Meet in heaven,”—

“The mighty army of the North is whipped. And its remains Are scattered in confusion o’er Virginia’s sandy plains,”—

“Brightly gleamed the dazzling summer sky, Wide waved the forests vast and green,”—

“Come, good folks, and listen to a ditty Of the year sixty-four:”—

“Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp! Go the Southern braves to battle,”—

“There’s many a son of old Maryland’s soil In the South who have rushed to the field:”—

“There are many brave men in this Southern land Who have hurried away to the field,”—

“One by one the leaves are shaken From the tree”—

“March on, Carolinians; our hearts leap so high When the young and devoted so martyr-like die;”—

“The last farewells are breathed by loving lips, The last fond prayer for darling ones is said,”—

“Sons of the South, arise! awake! be free! Behold! the day of Southern glory comes,”—

“Revealed as in a lightning flash, A hero stood!”—

“They’ve gone from the prairies; its groves and wild flowers, They’ve gone from the forest—its wild tangled bowers;”—

“Oh, weep not for the gallant hearts Who fell in battle’s day;”—

“Maryland, Maryland! Stainless in story”—

“Up, men of Maryland nor sleep, While foemen bind your limbs in chains,”—

“Refreshed in wonted might By the passing hours of night,”—

“Oh vain is the splendor of blue-curtained skies, The pomp of tall forests that round one arise:”—

“How beautiful in tears! Dear noble state:”—

“By old Potomac’s rushing tide, Our bayonets are gleaming,”—

“The despot’s heel thou dost adore, Maryland, fie! Maryland,”—

“They bore them to a gloomy cell, And barred them from the light,”—

“O Maryland, dear Maryland! our hearts still turn to thee! We often, weeping, ask and say ‘when, when wilt thou be free?’”—

“Sweet Maryland, thy groves are green, And sparkling as thy rills,”—

“Come listen while I sing to you, Of Maryland, my Maryland,”—

“We are bound all hands for the land of cotton, Old seventy-six is not forgotten,”—

“Dusty and weary I laid me down To take my rest on the blood-wet ground”—

“Adieu! Adieu! dear Maryland, I arm at freedom’s call”—

“Oh Maryland, enslaved, opprest, Insulted in thy woes,”—

“Gone from us—gone from us, Hero and friend;”—

“Here they come! Here they come, to the roll of the drum, Zigzag tagrag, bobtail, hobnail, all in martial array,”—

“Long have I lingered by the lovely mount, Where our great hero lies,”—

“Gather round all friends and neighbors, Citizens of this good town,”—

“Advance or not advance, that is the question Whether ’tis better in the mind to suffer,”—

“Melt the bells, melt the bells, Still the tinkling on the plains,”—

“In the dusk of the forest shade, A sallow and dusty group reclined,”—

“Standing on the corner Decked in braid and lace,”—

“Awake ye, awake, Freedom’s band! See ye not the flaming brand,”—

“We listened to the thunder Of her mighty guns for hours,”—

“I’m a merry little soldier, Fearing neither wound nor scar,”—

“I ride the cold and dark night through No moon or stars to point the way,”—

“There is a radiant beauty on the hills, The year before us walks with added bloom,”—

“I think of the pleasures that once were mine, In the beautiful days that shall be no more,”—

“In the cool sweet hush of a wooded nook, Where the May buds sprinkle the green old mound,”—

“Not among the suffering wounded; Not among the peaceful dead;”—

“He heard the children’s plaintive wrath, He heard the wife, with frantic cry,”—

“Missouri, Missouri! bright land of the West, Where the way-worn emigrant always found rest;”—

“This morn a little blackamoor Brought me a funny thing, she said;”—

“Ay, toll! toll! toll! Toll the funeral bell!”—

“Toll, toll, for the gallant Thornton! give sighs for the noble dead! Let tears but flow, like the torrent of life for his country shed,”—

“The moral of a party, if it be That healthy States need parties, lies in this,”—

“If brave Southron meet our Morgan Coming through Kentuck,”—

“Cheer, boys, cheer! we’ll march away to battle, Cheer, boys, cheer! for our sweethearts and our wives,”—

“Ye sons of the South, take your weapons in hand, For the foot of the foe hath insulted your land!”—

“Oh! from the deeds well done, the blood well shed In a good cause springs up to crown the land,”—

“When the historic muse shall seek The themes of future song,”—

“Mother is the battle over? Thousands have been slain, they say,”—

“Little Be-Pope He lost his hope,”—

“Why daily goes yon matron forth, As ’twere to trace the dead?”—

“Shine, silver moon, o’er land and water, Shine o’er valley, plain and hill;”—

“The winter night is dark and still The winter rains the trenches fill,”—

“Wounded and sorrowful, far from my home, Sick, among strangers, uncared for, unknown,”—

“You are going to leave me, darling, Your country’s foes to fight;”—

“Father, in the battle fray Shelter his dear head, I pray!”—

“God of Nations, God of Might, In the stillness of the night,”—

“Far away are our beloved, Where resounds the battle cry;”—

“Where murdered Mumford lies Bewailed in bitter sighs,”—

“Oh call us hard names, call us mere tools In the hands of the North, to be made such fools,”—

“Two armies covered hill and plain, Where Rappahannock’s waters,”—

“Lo! in my dream I saw the dove Just hovering o’er the troubled sea,”—

“As die the embers on the hearth And o’er the hearth the shadows fall,”—

“Your letter came, but came too late, For Heaven had claimed its own,”—

“Oh my God! what vengeful madness, Brother against brother rise:”—

“Say, have you seen my Harry, my little volunteer? As fine a lad as ever lived upon the Tennessee:”—

“My love is the fairest, The sweetest, the dearest,”—

“The despot’s heel is on thy shore, Maryland! His torch is at thy temple door, Maryland!”—

“My Mother Church, on thee I call! Although my home in ruins fall,”—

“My Mother-land! thou wert the first to fling Thy virgin flag of freedom to the breeze,”—

“Where is my Native Land? Not on Kentucky’s conquered soil,”—

“Land of the South! imperial land! How proud thy mountain’s rise:”—

“O, tell me not that earth is fair, that spring is in its bloom, While young hearts, hourly, everywhere, met such untimely doom,”—

“O, let me weep! who would not weep? He was my only boy;”—

“This flower has set me adreaming, Of the future for you and for me,”—

“Alas, how slow the moments go, As fettered on this friendless Isle;”—

“Is my darling sadly dreaming, On his lonely watch tonight,”—

“I am dreaming ever dreaming of a silver sanded shore, Where the blue waves softly murmur as they roll forevermore”—

“The winter night is dark and chill, The winter rains the trenches fill;”—

“If Judean captives sat and wept, by Babel’s rivers sides, As memories of Zion far came flowing as the tides;”—

“On the crimson battle field, Southern land, my Southern land,”—

“The Yankees are upon thy coast, Texas land, my Texas land!”—

“Thou has gone forth, my darling one, To battle with the brave,”—

“Now let the thrilling anthem rise O’er all the glorious land,”—

“What, what is the true Southern symbol The symbol of Honor and Right;”—

“We’re the Navasota Volunteers, our country is named Grimes, O come along, my conscript boys, we can’t leave you behind,”—

“Nay, keep the sword which once we gave, A token of our trust in thee;”—

“Lord Lovell he sat in the St. Charles Hotel, In the St. Charles Hotel sat he,”—

“O banner with the strange device, soar upward to the sun And greet him there right gallantly for the work of Sixty-one!”—

“Make way there! Look out! A hare-brained hero comes, Your loudest bugles sound! and beat, oh, beat your drums!”—

“Missouri is the pride of the nation, The hope of the brave and the free”—

“Another star arisen; another flag unfurled; Another name inscribed among the nations of the world”—

“The next time that Bragg comes this way I hope that he will come to stay,”—

“Welcome my bredren here you is I greets you wid delight”—

“Wheel in the rut? then shoulder to the wheel; Make muscle and sinew nerve force feel;”—

“The Yankee hosts are coming, With their glittering rows of steel,”—

“Yield! never! while a foothold Is left on Southern soil”—

“It is a nation’s death cry! Yes, the agony is past, The stoutest race that ever fought today hath fought its last,”—

“Though other lands may boast of skies Far deeper in their blue,”—

“Ever constant, ever true, Let the word be ‘No Surrender!’”—

“‘Union Men’ O thrice-fooled fools, As well might ye hope to bind”—

“Ye sons of Carolina! awake from your dreaming, The minions of Lincoln upon us are streaming!”—

“We leave our pleasant homesteads, We leave our smiling farms,”—

“Throb, my heart, throb! for thy dear country throb! There’s nothing else left thee, for Death did rob thee of thy joy”—

“Not doubtful of your fatherland Or of the God who gave it”—

“Yankees beware! we are averse, But not afraid to fight,”—

“Old Kentucky, whose sons have bled, Where the bravest men have led”—

“Have ye come to your senses yet, Sammy my man, For ye was just red-mad when the war it began;”—

“Only one oath may the freeman take, To sacrifice all for freedom’s sake”—

“We could not pause, while yet the noontide air, Shook with the cannonade’s incessant pealing,”—

“Let others sing of strife and war’s alarms And waste their breath;”—

“Hark! to the shrill trumpet calling, It pierceth the soft summer air!”—

“Let me whisper in your ear, sir, Something that the South should hear, sir,”—

“The days are growing shorter, The sun has crossed the line,”—

“How oft have I sighed for my soldier boy, gone To battle with our cruel and merciless foe:”—

“Oh, he’s nothing but a soldier, But he’s coming here tonight”—

“Jeff Davis are you coming? We’ll be glad to see you here! We’ll give you hearty greeting! you’ll be welcome everywhere:”—

“Oh! no, he’ll not need them again No more will he wake to behold”—

“My name it is Abe Lincoln I lead a wretched life”—

“Jeff Davis is coming oh! dear! oh! dear! Jeff Davis is coming, oh dear!”—

“Come with the rifle so long in your keeping, Clean the old gun up and hurry it forth”—

“Behold yon throng of heroes! Their eyes are heavy and dim,”—

“Mid war’s alarms fair Dixie stands, Arrayed against rude Northern bands,”—

“When I reflect on what I am and who my master was, I think I’ve run away from home without sufficient cause;”—

“Now all you Southern people, just listen to my song, It’s about the Harper’s Ferry affair, it is not very long”—

“My dear young massa’s gone to war, Gone from missus, home, and me”—

“The splendor falls on bannered walls, Old Moultrie, great in story”—

“Who comes with tottering step and slow, Bowed not so much by years, as woe,”—

“Now, bring me out my buckskin suit! My pouch and powder, too!”—

“The carrier cannot sing tonight the ballads, etc.”—

“Come a little nearer, Doctor—thank you, let me take the cup.”—

“Oh, don’t you remember old Stonewall, my boys, Old Stonewall, on charger so gray,”—

“Come all ye temper’d hearts of steel—come quit your flocks and farms— Your sports, your plays, your holidays, and hark, away to arms!”—

“Esperance! On! advance! Southrons with the bolt and lance!”—

“We must move tonight, my men, brisk marching’s to be done! For a stout blow must be struck, and true, by the morrow’s sun”—

“The six weeks’ Sabbath has begun; A little while, my soul, be done”—

“At dead of night when on my beat, And naught but darkness meets my view,”—

“Oh! terrible, this prayer in the market place, These advertised humilities, decreed”—

“On! Southron, on! Your flag’s unfurled”—

“The fight is o’er, the victory’s won, We pause to count the cost;”—

“The leaf has perished in the green; And while we breathe beneath the sun,”—

“Go to thy rest, great chieftain, In the zenith of thy fame”—

“’Twas a glowing Sabbath morning, Bright the golden sunbeams fell,”—

“When the foes, in conflict heated, Battled over road and bridge,”—

“Sons of freedom, on to glory, Go where brave men do or die:”—

“Major General Scott An order had got To push on the column to Richmond,”—

“On to the battle! though the foe be before you, Though the death-hail rattle!—God watches o’er you;”—

“The man who trusts not God betrays himself Weak victim he to that foul harpy, wealth;”—

“He was only a common soldier, But a monarch proud and grand”—

“‘Only a soldier!’ I heard them say, With a heavy heart I turned away,”—

“Only a soldier’s grave! Pass by, For soldiers, like other mortals, die”—

“‘Only one fell,’ and his name was told, ‘Only one fell,’ but him death could not hold,”—

“Only one killed in company B ’Twas a trifling loss—one man!”—

“O here’s to the soldier so gay! who shoulders his musket all day, With wearisome feet he faces the beat, still keeping the Yankees away:”—

“O! I’m a good old Rebel Now that’s just what I am”—

“Oh Johnny Bull, my Jo John! I wonder what you mean, By sending all these forgates out, commissioned by the Queen:”—

“O! lovely Dixie’s Land, Where fruits and flowers grow;”—

“O the Sweet South! the sunny South! Land of true feeling, land forever mine!”—

“‘Great Pan is dead!’ so cried an airy tongue To one who drifting down Calabria’s Shore,”—

“At the end of each street, a banner we meet, The people all march in a mass,”—

“We have ridden from the brave Southwest On fiery steeds, with throbbing breast,”—

“Our boys are gone ’till the war is o’er, In the ranks of death you’ll find them,”—

“Oh, story long and sad to tell, Of how we fought and how we fell,”—

“What tho’ no stately column, Their cherished names may raise:”—

“No! not forgotten, though the halls Of state no more behold him,”—

“‘Goodwill and peace! peace and goodwill!’ The burden of the Advent song,”—

“Our city by the sea As the rebel city known”—

“Unknown to me, brave boy, but still I wreathe For you the tenderest of wildwood flowers,”—

“I dreamed that I dwelt in marble halls, And ’tis not so, you see,”—

“To arms! oh, men in all our Southern clime, Do you not scent the battle from afar,”—

“Vile, brutal man! and darest thou In God’s anointed place to preach”—

“I am sitting alone by a fire That glimmers on Sugar Loaf’s height,”—

“I heard long since a simple strain, It brought no thrill of joy or pain,”—

“Yes, we have failed! That iron word Drove never home its bolt of fate,”—

“They fell! in Freedom’s cause they fell, The noble patriot band,”—

“Not yet one hundred years have flown Since on this very spot,”—

“Our battle-flag! behold it wave, In the young morning’s roseate light,”—

“There is freedom on each fold, and each star is freedom’s throne, And the free, the brave, the bold, guard thine honor as their own:”—

“God save our Southern land, God be our trust,”—

“As swift, glad brooks run towards the mighty sea, And in its heart are lost forevermore,”—

“From dark to dawn they stood That long midsummer day”—

“Come and listen to my story From all lies I will refrain,”—

“I am sitting lone and weary, On the hearth of my darkened room,”—

“We are a band of brothers bold, Now fighting for our nation,”—

“Our nameless heroes—glorious band— That for our dear, dear Southern land,”—

“We will not wander to the gloomy years, Through whose dark scenes we have so lately passed”—

“A people spring to being, in whose bounds, Lie mightiest elements of glory,”—

“The stars and stripes, Oh lovely cloth, To hide the tricks of crafty knaves,”—

“Mourn for our glorious dead, Gallant men and leaders brave,”—

“The mountains lift aloft their hoary peaks, The rivers to the ocean proudly run,”—

“Our starry Cross was first unfurled, On Manassas’ bloody plain,”—

“Stranger, pause at this mound of clay, See it is fresh, and was made today;”—

“Over the River there are fierce stern meetings, No kindly clasp of hand, no welcome call;”—

“We hail your ‘stripes’ and lessened ‘stars’ As one may hail a neighbor,”—

“Over the river—over the river— There where the soft lying shadows invite,”—

“The camp was hushed, the midnight passed, But the warriors their vigil kept,”—

“Over the river, Our country is massing her band”—

“The paean I sing of the coffinless dead— The heroes who wore the gray”—

“Pardon and peace! what music in those words, Meet for the angel’s song!”—

“Patience, patience, O my spirit! Only patience doth inherit”—

“Rise, rise, mountain and valley men, Bald sire and beardless son, each come in order,”—

“The holy fire that nerved the Greek, To make his stand at Marathon,”—

“Like a child tossed on the waves in scorn, Without a compass, I float on.”—

“In blood the sun is setting, That this morn arose in clouds;”—

“They are ringing Peace on my weary ear, No Peace to this heavy heart,”—

“Fling to the Southern wind The banner with its type of motherhood;”—

“O night wind! gently, softly blow Over the loved ones lying so low,”—

“Beautiful the land may be Its groves of palm, its laurel trees,”—

“A noble people were the People in Grey, However derided or slandered;”—

“Old Fuss and Feathers, as we knew before, Sent away from down East to sack Baltimore.”—

“We were sitting round the table Just a night or two ago”—

“We pledge thee, Lee! In water or wine,”—

“Not where the battle red, Covers with fame the dead,”—

“What! you hold yourselves as freemen? Tyrants love just such as ye!”—

“A flash from the edge of a hostile trench, A puff of smoke, a roar”—

“Little do rich people know What we poor soldiers undergo”—

“King Abraham is very sick, Old Scott has got the measles,”—

“Poor Johnnie Pope, Has lost his coat,”—

“I see in the shadows nightly, The dream of a girlish face,”—

“Maiden, pray for thy lover now, Thro’ all this starry night,”—

“Before thy throne, O God! Upon this blood-wet sod,”—

“Lord God of Hosts! we lift our hearts to thee! Our streaming eyes lift daily toward thy Throne”—

“From Lincoln to Hick’s From Dodge and old Dix,”—

“God bless my daring, venturous boy, Where’er his feet may stray,”—

“Almighty God! Eternal Sire and King! Ruler Supreme! who all things didst create,”—

“Look forth, look forth, from the pale hills of time, Which, deepening in the distance, rise and swell,”—

“Peace! Peace! God of our fathers, grant us Peace! Unto our cry of anguish and despair,”—

“Oh God! my heart goes up to Thee For our brave men on land and sea,”—

“My brow is bent beneath a heavy rod! My face is wan and white with many woes,”—

“The cell is lonely and the night Has filled it with a darker light,”—

“Ye Southrons arouse, and do battle, nor yield To the black northern hordes now infesting your borders,”—

“A woman paced with hurried step, her lone and dreary cell— The setting sun, with golden ray upon her dark hair fell,”—

“Though we’re exempt, we’re not the metal To keep in when duty calls:”—

“The full round moon in God’s blue bend Glides o’er her path so queenly,”—

“The storm-capped waves are fiercely breaking With sullen roll and snowy crest,”—

“I dreamed ’twas the Sabbath day, Letitia, The sky serene and blue,”—

“Though I rest in a Prison, and long miles between us be, Past the guards and through the distance, sweet, my soul goes out to thee”—

“My home is on a sea-girt isle, Far far away from thee”—

“I see him in his loathsome cell The martyr of a ruined cause,”—

“No tinselled bar his collar bears; No epaulette or star,”—

“No golden bar his collar wears, No epaulette or star,”—

“Ach, its nate to be Captain or Colonel, Divil a bit would I want to be higher;”—

“Our banner the gift of the gentle and fair, How proudly it floats in the morning air,”—

“Lo! the Southland Queen, emerging From her sad and wintry gloom,”—

“Prometheus on the cold rock bound, The vulture at his heart,”—

“The sun-beguiling breeze, From the soft Cuban seas,”—

“Come from your mountain regions, Come from your plains afar,”—

“Come gentle muse, give me your aid, Keen make my pen as Ashby’s blade”—

“Up, comrades up, the moon is in the west, And we must be gone at the dawn of the day,”—

“When the river floweth, Floweth to the sea,”—

“Rally round your country’s flag, ye freemen of the South, Gird on your armor for the fray, go ye to battle forth,”—

“Gallant men of Southern blood,”—

“We are marching to the field, boys, we are going to the fight, Shouting the battle cry of Freedom.”—

“My heart is in the South, boys, my heart is not here, We will rally round the South, boys, for liberty, so dear,”—

“Now rouse ye, gallant comrades all, And ready stand, in war’s array,”—

“Come fathers, sons and brothers! it is your country’s call! If you’ve the heart and courage to face a cannon ball!”—

“Here, for the cause that the valiant love, we claim the right to die! On the battle field shall our sabres prove that right is valued high,”—

“A mystic spell lures men to dwell Far far from wilds away,”—

“The toil of the march is over— The pack will be borne no more”—

“In prison, when the sun was up, Each ‘reb’ licked clean his plate and cup”—

“Is there any news of the war? she said— Only a list of the wounded and dead,”—

“The apples are ripe in the orchard, The work of the reaper’s begun,”—

“From streets and alleys float afar, The moanings of this famine war,”—

“Is it ‘beyond all wonder’ how amid the battle thunder, They can fight, those ‘ragged wretches,’ while your well dressed soldiers fly,”—

“One morning, one morning, one morning in May, I heard a poor soldier lamenting, and say:”—

“In all the pomp and pride of war The Lincolnite was dressed,”—

“Killed in the trenches! How cold and bare The inscription graved on the white card there”—

“O, here’s to South Carolina! drink it down, Here’s to South Carolina! drink it down,”—

“Softly in dreams of repose, A vision so pure and so sweet,”—

“Oh, give him a grave when the victory’s won In the dust of his own dear clime,”—

“Tell us not we will make blunders, That our hopes are but a dream,”—

“Rebels! ’Tis a holy name, The name our father’s bore,”—

“Now all you girls and boys Open your ears and hush your noise,”—

“Recognize us, recognize us, From the South the noble cry,”—

“From out the Irish peasant’s hut There came a doleful wail,”—

“I am a Southern Recruiting Sergeant, oho! The way that the ranks can be filled up I know”—

“What, though the wrong, I have defied And smote it with the fleshy sword;”—

“The stars were bright, the breeze was still The cicada and the whippoorwill”—

“A voice is heard in Ramah! High sounds are in the gale!”—

“What! shall we now throw down the blade, And doff the helmet from our brows?”—

“Have ye no mercy? Punic rage Boasted small skill in torture, when”—

“Year of terror, year of strife Year with evil passions rife,”—

“Way down in Virginia, That glorious old State,”—

“’Twas a clear and a beautiful day, And the sun was in the sky,”—

“Three years! I wonder if she’ll know me? I limp a little, and I left one arm”—

“Aye, give them welcome home, fair South! For you they’ve made a deathless name;”—

“The clash of arms, the tread of hurrying feet, Shoutings and groans, and victory and retreat,”—

“A pretty girl, through whose soft hair Daintily played warm Southern air,”—

“Would you like to hear my song—I’m afraid it’s rather long, Of the famous ‘On to Richmond’ double trouble;”—

“A soldier boy from Bourbon, lay gasping on the field, When the battle’s shock was over and the foe was forced to yield;”—

“’Tis old Stonewall the Rebel that leans on his sword, And while we are mounting prays low to the Lord:”—

“Down by the valley, ’mid thunder and lightning, Down by the valley, ’mid jettings of light,”—

“Abe Lincoln keeps kicking up a fuss, Think he’d better stop, for he’ll only make it worse,”—

“I think a voice divine hath stirred the air; I do not breathe so heavily,”—

“One night when we were getting dry, A little old whiskey was the cry:”—

“Yankee Doodle went to war On his little pony”—

“Now if you all will listen while I relate About the cause of Freedom you’re here to calculate:”—

“Those Sabbath bells! Those Sabbath bells! No more their soothing music tells.”—

“Sabine Pass in letters of gold Seem written upon the sky today”—

“Another victim to the sacrifice! Oh! my own mother South,”—

“Eternal glory to our patron saint”—

“The crystal streams, the pearly streams, The streams in sunbeams flashing,”—

“O when I went away from you, it filled my heart with grief and woe; You gave to me the parting hand, wishing me safe in yonder land:”—

“Down in Mississippi river, The other day,”—

“Thou hast not drooped thy stately head, Thy woes a wondrous beauty shed”—

“Bowing her head to the dust of the earth, Smitten and stricken is she,”—

“Oh, God! if gifted with an angel’s flight, And somewhat of an angel’s mystic sight,”—

“Here, lonely, wounded and apart, From out my casement’s glimmering round,”—

“Full many have sung of the victories our warriors have won, From Bethel, by the eastern tide, to sunny Galveston”—

“Friend of the thoughtful mind and gentle heart! Beneath the citron-tree”—

“Waking up one lovely morning, In the Autumn’s rarest prime”—

“Into the sea he hurled it, Into the weltering sea,”—

“When the curtains are drawn and the candles are lit, And cozy and warm by the fire-side I sit,”—

“’Tis dead of night, nor voice, nor sound breaks on the stillness of the air, The waning moon goes coldly down on frozen fields and forests bare.”—

“I face my dull round by the bank of the river, About me the night, and before me the foe;”—

“Silence, deep, profound, mysterious, Gains her way with subtle power,”—

“From the battle field afar, where the wounded and the dying, Are lying side by side, while serried hosts are flying,”—

“Sons of the South! from hill and dale, From mountain top, and lowly vale,”—

“Ye spirits of the glorious dead! Ye watchers in the sky!”—

“Shades of our Fathers! Shall it be, That we whose sires were ever free,”—

“Shell the city! shell! Ye myrmidons of Hell;”—

“The Shenandoah Valley, the garden of earth When beauty and plenty sprang joyously forth”—

“In this city of Atlanta, on a dire and dreadful day, ’Mid the raging of the conflict, ’mid the thunder of the fray,”—

“Come listen to my good old Song, About a Bum m-e-r”—

“Night brooded o’er the Federal camp, And the breeze blew soft and free,”—

“Golden lights on the purple hills, A rosy blush on the valleys fair,”—

“Here lie the peril and necessity That need a race of giants—a great realm”—

“A good ship o’er a stormy sea, Before the gale is driving,”—

“Fair ladies and maids of all ages, Little girls and cadets howe’er youthful”—

“O Brain, come quickly with your art, Show me some scenes to calm my heart,”—

“Across the brown and wintry morn, Borne on the soft wind’s wing,”—

“Enthroned in obloquy, Abe Lincoln sits, And with his weighty axe, a rail he splits,”—

“They have torn off the crown from her beautiful brow, Yet she never seemed half so majestic as now,”—

“When the bloody and perjur’d usurper called forth His minions and tools—to the shame of the North!”—

“There’s silence in the prison, There’s silence on the shore,”—

“O’ercome with weariness and care The war-worn veteran lay,”—

“Alone the single star Of our clear state is gleaming,”—

“Ho, gallants! brim the beaker bowl, And click the festal glasses, oh!”—

“’Tis not on the battle field That I would wish to die,”—

“Lady, I go to fight for thee, Where gory banners wave,”—

“Ah me! the rain has a sadder sound Than it ever had before,”—

“What is glory? A perfume whose own exhalations Itself must exhaust in the end;”—

“Down from the hill where earthly dross Ne’er stained the sacred feet,”—

“Only a humble cart Threading the careless crowd,”—

“As a couple of good soldiers were walking one day, Said one to the other, ‘Let’s kneel down and pray’!”—

“Father, I trust thee! Life, was thy gift, thou can’st now shield it,”—

“We are a band of brothers, Wild and fearless will we roam”—

“The night cloud had lowered o’er Shiloh’s red plain, And the blast howl’d sadly o’er wounded and slain,”—

“Last night as I toasted My wet feet and roasted”—

“Our bugles sand truce, for the night cloud had lowr’d, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky,”—

“I am dreaming of thee, Dearest, I am dreaming still of thee,”—

“Hark! the tocsin is sounding, my comrades— Bind your knapsacks, away let us go,”—

“The bugle sounds upon the plain, Our men are gath-ring fast;”—

“Side by side and hand in hand, Silently we sit;”—

“Oh stranger, tread lightly, ’tis holy ground here, In death’s cold embrace, the soldier sleepeth there,”—

“’Tis where no chisel’s tracing tells The humble sleeper’s name,”—

“The trumpet calls, and I must go, To meet the vile, invading foe;”—

“Last Christmas day I left my home, my children and my wife, Far, far away I had to go, and lead a soldier’s life;”—

“The soldier girded his armor on, The fire of hope in his bright eye shone,”—

“The mail! the mail! And sun-burned cheeks and eager eyes”—

“Haste thee, falter not, noble patriot band, Bravely meet thy lot, firm maintain thy stand,”—

“Did he come in the pride of manhood, Flushed with a soldier’s fame?”—

“Down the Matagorda Bay, flow the waters smooth and shallow, Gaining fleetness on the way, hurrying down to Pass Cavallo;”—

“I’ve seen some handsome uniforms deck’d off with buttons bright, And some that are so very gay they almost blind the sight;”—

“The soldier who o’er the lone prairie doth roam, Oft sighs for the far distant pleasures of home”—

“King Dan is dead—he breathed his last, We ne’er see him more,”—

“One very funny habit when this cruel war am done, Will common as the devil be, to each and every one,”—

“Into a ward of the whitewashed walls Where the dead and dying lay”—

“Here we bring a fragrant tribute, To the bed where valor sleeps,”—

“You Rebels come along and listen to my song The subject of the same is not worth naming,”—

“Rebel is a sacred name, Traitor, too, is glorious;”—

“Come gentle muse, give me your aid, Sharp make my pen as Ashby’s blade”—

“Our fathers were men in the days that are past— What a pity it is that our fathers are dead!”—

“Not now for the songs of a nation’s wrongs, Nor the groans of starving labor,”—

“A shout! a wild glad shout of joy! Ho! all ye sons of freedom, rise”—

“Of all the mighty nations, in the East or in the West, Our glorious Southern nation is the greatest and the best;”—

“I’m ’nation tired of being hired To fight for a shilling a day;”—

“Oh, sing of our glorious Southland, The pride of the golden sun!”—

“Spring has come! Spring has come! The brightening earth, the sparkling dew”—

“Let us join the army, Let us join the army, and drive the Hessians home,”—

“We have sung of Benny Havens and Camp McCullough, O— When cups were filled with good old Rye in happy days of yore;”—

“Our motto is fun and though dark be the hour His heart is a craven’s who lets it go sour;”—

“Oh, the drum, it rattles so loud, When it calls me, with its rattle,”—

“O here I am in the land of cotton, The flag once honored is now forgotten”—

“O! the Bayou City Guards, they will never ask for odds, When the Yankees in a close place get them, ha! ha!”—

“Mount! Mount! and away! Stay not to entwine”—

“A freedman sat on a pile of bricks, As the rain was pattering down”—

“Away o’er the boundless sea With steady hearts and free”—

“Fearlessly the seas we roam, Tossed by each briny wave;”—

“Oh! not a heart in all our host But feels a noble thrill,”—

“Sleep, comrade! sleep in slumbers deep! No foe across our line shall creep;”—

“I think of you, my child, While the long hours move slow;”—

“Halt! the march is over Day is almost done”—

“The genius of the Western world, Stood silent by the sea;”—

“Hurrah for the South, the glorious South! the land of song and story— Her name shall ring and the world shall sing her honor, fame and glory;”—

“Sing us a song of the South we love! O! minstrel sing us a song!”—

“I’m a soldier, you see, that oppression has made, I don’t fight for pay or for booty,”—

“O Abraham Lincoln! we call thee to hark To the song we are singing, we Joans of Arc.”—

“Weary and wounded and worn, Wounded and ready to die,”—

“The morning star is paling, The camp fires flicker low,”—

“Let hard times assail us, Let poverty nail us”—

“When war’s fierce trumpet notes resounded, Whose bold, defiant shouts were sounded?”—

“Virginia had a son Who gathered up some fame”—

“Comrades, come and join the chorus, Sing for the land whose flag waves o’er us,”—

“Man makes his own dread fates, and these in turn Create his tyrants. In our lust and passion”—

“Democracy hath done its work of ill, And, seeming freemen, never to be free,”—

“Rise from your gory ashes stern and pale, Ye martyred thousands!”—

“The soldier lays upon his helpless bed Far from his home, reft of maternal care;”—

“Shriek out hoarse guns into the startled air! A nation’s Liberty! a Nation’s Peace,”—

“What right to freedom when we are not free? When all the passions goad us into lust;”—

“Sons of Freedom, on to glory, Go, where brave men do or die,”—

“Kentucky’s Sons! and will ye serviles be, While Southrons rise their honor to defend?”—

“Sons of the South! from hill and dale, From mountain top and lowly vale,”—

“Sons of the South, no longer sleep, Arise, The foeman’s foot is planted on your shores,”—

“Souls of heroes, ascended from fields you have won. Still smiles on the conflict so greatly begun;”—

“’Twas a goodly boon that our fathers gave, And it fits but ill to be held by the slave,”—

“The South I wonder every heart, Don’t with emotion beat;”—