Chapter II: The Historical Development of the Southern War Poetry (4)

“When Freedom from her dazzling home
Looked down upon the breathing world,”--

_Freedom’s New Banner_: By Dan E. Townsend. June 30, 1862.
(Fag. from the Richmond _Dispatch_.)

“When clouds of apprehension o’ershaded
The banner that Liberty bore,”--

_From the Rapidan, 1864_: (W. G. S.)

“A low wind in the pines!
And a dull pain in the breast!”--

_From the South to the North_: By C. L. S. (R. R.)

“There is no union when the hearts
That once were bound together,”--

_The Frontier Ranger_: By M. B. Smith, 2nd Texas. (Alsb.)

“Come list to a Ranger, you kind-hearted stranger.
A song, tho’ a sad one, you are welcome to hear,”--

_The Funeral Dirge of Stonewall Jackson_: By Rosa Vertner
Jeffrey, May 20, 1863. (E. V. M.)

“Muffled drum and solemn bugle,
Sound a dirge as on ye move,”--

_Funeral of Albert Sidney Johnston_: (Fag.)

“He fell, and they cried, bring us home our dead!
We’ll bury him here where the prairies spread,”--

_The Gallant Colonel_: (R. B. B. 32.)

“There lived a man in Brooklin town
An Abolition teacher”--

_Gallant Second Texans_: Air, “Maid of Monterey:” by M. B.
Smith, Company C., 2nd Texas: (Alsb.)

“The gallant Second Texans are men that we hold dear,
Thro’ out our loved Confederacy their praises you will hear,”--

_Gather! Gather!_ By Robert Joselyn. (Bohemian.)

“Gather around your country’s flag,
Men of the South! the hour has come,”--

_The Gathering of the Southern Volunteers_: Air, “La
Marseillaise.” (S. L. M., June, 1861.)

“Sons of the South! behold the morning
God-like ascends his golden car,”--

_Gay and Happy_: Camp Song of the Maryland Line as Sung by the
Baltimore Boys in Richmond. Air, “Gay and Happy.” (C. S. B.)

“We’re the boys so gay and happy
Wheresoe’er we chance to be”--

_Gendron Palmer, of the Holcombe Legion_: By Ina M. Porter of
Alabama. (W. G. S.)

“He sleeps upon Virginia’s strand
While comrades of the Legion stand,”--

_General Albert Sidney Johnston_: By Mary Jervey, of
Charleston. (W. G. S.)

“In the thickest fight triumphantly he fell
While into Victory’s arms he led us on;”--

_General Beauregard_: (R. B. B. 9.)

“When war clouds gathered about our land
And out of the North came a hostile band,”--

_General Butler_: Air, “Yankee Doodle.” (R. B. B. 12.)

“Butler and I went out from camp
At Bethel to make battle,”--

_General Hood’s Last Charge_: By Mary Hunt McCaleb. (Im.)

“The twilight of death is beginning to fall.
Death’s shadows are creeping high upon the wall,”--

_A General Invitation_: By I. R. (S. S.)

“Come! leave the noisy Longstreet,
Fly to the Fields with me;”--

_General Jackson in the Valley of the Shenandoah_: Air, “Dandy
Jim:” by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“The clouds were heavy o’er our land,
And darkest o’er the brave true band”--

_General J. E. B. Stuart_: By John R. Thompson. (E. V. M.)

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

_General Jeff Davis_: Air, “Kelvin Grove:” (West. Res.)

“Who is this with noble mien
Southern hearties, O!”--

_General John B. Floyd_: By Eulalie. Woodlawn, Va., April,
1866. (E. V. M.)

“The noble hero calmly sleeps
Unheeding all life’s surging woes,”--

_General Johnston_: Air, “American Star.” (R. B. B. 50.)

“Behold the brave son of the Good ‘Old Dominion’
The Yankees for niggers, but Johnston for me”--

_General Lee_: Air, “Oh, Carry Me Back to Old Virginny.” (R. B.
B. 60.)

“There is a man in Old Virginny
His name is General Lee,”--

_General Lee_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“I’ve tried to write of General Lee,
But always stop, to bend my knee”--

_General Lee At the Battle of the Wilderness_: By Tenella.
[Mrs. M. B. Clarke of N. C.] (E. V. M.)

“There he stood, the grand old hero, great Virginia’s god-like son
Second unto none in glory: equal to her Washington.”--

_General Price’s Appeal_: (Alsb.)

“Come from the Western fountains,
Come from the plains so wild and rough,”--

_General Robert E. Lee_: By Tenella: [Mrs. R. B. Clark of N.
C.] (E. V. M.)

“As went the knight with sword and shield
To tourney or to battle field,”--

_General Tom Green_: By Mrs. Wm. Barnes, of Galveston. (Alsb.)

“A warrior has fallen! a chieftain has gone!
A hero of heroes has sunk to his rest!”--

_Georgia, My Georgia!_: By Carrie B. Sinclair. (W. G. S.)

“Hark! ’tis the cannon’s deafening roar,
That sounds along thy sunny shore,”--

_A Georgia Volunteer_: 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.)

“Far up the lonely mountain-side
My wandering footsteps led;”--

_Gettysburg_: By Edward L. Walker, M. D., of North Carolina.
(Amaranth.)

“From the hills of the West to the shores of the sea,
From the yellow Roanoke to the distant Pedee,”--

_The Girl I Left Behind Me_: (Alsb.)

“I’m lonesome since I crossed the hills and o’er the moor that’s sedgy
With heavy thoughts my mind is filled, since parted I with Peggy.”--

_The Girls of the Monumental City_: Written by a Confederate
Prisoner. Baltimore, Md., March, 1862. (S. B. P.)

“Daughters of the sunny South
Where Freedom loves to dwell,”--

_Give Them Bread!_ By G. L. R. (E. V. M.)

“Have you heard the calls for succor,
Cries of hunger that have come,”--

_Give Up!_ By Colonel B. H. Jones. Johnson’s Island, 1865.
(Sunny.)

“Give up and plead, ’twas the fiat of fate
That the blood which now reddens your veins,”--

_Glen Roy: Sonnet_: By F. B. Gloucester Co., Va., Sept. 1861.
(W. F.)

“It is a curious world, this world of ours,
Time but creates in order to destroy,”--

_Glorious January 1, 1863_: Air, “Oaks of James Davis:” by M.
B. Smith, Company C, 2nd Regiment Texas Volunteers. (Alsb.)

“Come, all ye brave Texians, come join in my song
Let joy and thanksgiving and praises abound,”--

_God and Our Rights_: (Randolph.)

“God and our Right, from every glen,
Come marching ranks of fearless men,”--

_God Be Our Trust_: Air, “Heaven Is Our Home: let not our
courage fail.” (R. B. B. 37.)

“God save our Southern land, God be our trust,
Storms rage on every hand, God be our trust,”--

_God Bless Our Land_: Anthem of the Confederate States: by E.
Young, Lexington, Ga. (Bohemian from the _Southern Field and
Fireside_.)

“Oh God! our only King,
To Thee our hearts we bring;”--

_God Bless Our President_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“God bless our President,
The hope of the Free!”--

_God Bless Our Southern Land_: 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.)

“God bless our Southern land,
God save our sea-girt land,”--

_God Bless the South_: Air, “God Speed the Right.” (R. B. B.
32.)

“Now to heaven one prayer ascending,
God bless the South”--

_God Help Kentucky_: An Anthem: (R. B. B. 52.)

“Lord from Thy heavenly throne
Thy holy will be done;”--

_God Save the South_: (R. R.)

“God bless our Southern land!
Guard our beloved land!”--

_God Save the South_: By R. S. Agnew of Newfern. December,
1861. (E. V. M.)

“Wake every minstrel’s strain,
Ring o’er each Southern plain,”--

_God Save the South_: 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 _Mercury_. (C. S. B.)

“God save the South,
Her altars and firesides”--

_God Save the Southern Land_: A Hymn. By S. Francis Cameron, of
Md.: (Amaranth.)

“Oh, let the cry awaken,
From every hero-band”--

_Going Home_: By M. L. M. (W. L.)

“No flaunting banners o’er them wave,
No arms flash back the sun’s bright ray,”--

_Gone to the Battlefield_: By John Antrobus, Headquarters Ninth
Va. Regiment Volunteers. (C. C.)

“The reaper has left the field,
The mower has left the plain,”--

_Goober Peas_: By A. Pender. [One of the most widely known
Confederate songs.] (Im.)

“Sitting by the roadside, on a summer day,
Chatting with my messmates, passing time away;”--

_Good News From Dixie_: (R. B. B. 34.)

“How the South’s great heart rejoices
At your cannon’s ringing voices,”--

_The Good Old Cause_: By John D. Phelan, of Montgomery, Ala.
(W. G. S.)

“Huzza! Huzza! for the ‘Good Old Cause,’
’Tis a stirring sound to hear,”--

_Governor Hicks_: Air, “Money Musk.” (R. B. B. 65.)

“Mister Hicks, full of tricks,
Now prying, next time trying,”--

_Grant’s Litany Changed to Suit My Feelings_: Air, “Spanish
Hymn” by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Saviour, when in dust to Thee,
Low we bow adoring knee,”--

_Grave of A. Sidney Johnston_: By J. B. Synnott. (W. G. S.)

“The Lone Star State secretes the clay
Of him who led on Shiloh’s field,”--

_The Grave of Ashby_: By Old Fogy. (Amaranth.)

“Rest, soldier, rest! thy sword hath won
A fadeless wreath of glory:”--

_Grave of Washington_: (Cav.)

“Disturb not his slumbers, let Washington sleep
’Neath the boughs of the willow that over him weep,”--

_Graves for the Invaders_: A Fragment. Savannah, Ga., 1863. (R.
B. B. 35.)

“Graves for the invaders--graves
Scoop’d from the reeking sod”--

_Graves of Our Home-Heroes_: By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. March
31, 1865. (Corinth).

“Behold! they sleep,
Our own defenders bold, who lately stood”--

_Great Big Bethel Fight: Awful Calamity!_ Air, “Dixie.” (R. B.
B. 35.)

“I’ll tell you of a tale that lately befell
And the place where it happened was big Bethel,”--

_Great Cry and Little Wool_ or the leading Republicans
described in verse: By Barnstable. Baltimore, July 2, 1861. (R.
B. B. 34½.)

“O dearest Muse, thy help I ask,
Though mine is but a scurvy task”--

_The Great Fast Day in the South_: June 13th: by B. Orange
county. (S. L. M. August, ’61.)

“From yonder high embattled grounds
Where Harper’s Ferry stands,”--

_Greek Fire: or, The Siege of Charleston_: By Eustanzia. New
Orleans, Oct., 1863. (Wash’n 78.)

“Hark! the battle! hark! the battle!
Hark! the deadly cannons’ rattle”--

_Greeting for Victory_: For the _Courier_: by C. G. P.
Charleston, April 17, 1861. (R. N. S.)

“Carolinians, ye have answered
To our Mother’s thrilling call,”--

_The Griffin_: (Alsb.)

“’Tis said the Griffins of olden time
Were strange and monstrous creatures,”--

_Guerrilla_: 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 _Round Table_.)

“Who hither rides so hard? A Scout--
Just after the midnight he stole out,”--

_The Guerrilla Martyrs_: (W. G. S. from the Charleston
_Mercury_.)

“Aye, to the doom--the scaffold and the chain,
To all your cruel tortures, bear them on,”--

_The Guerrillas_: [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
_Examiner_.] By S. Teackle Wallis. Fort Lafayette, 1862. S. L.
M., July and Aug., 1862, dated Fort Warren Dungeon, 1862. (S.
S.)

“Awake and to horses! my brothers,
For the dawn is glimmering gray,”--

_Ha! Ha! The Fighting, Ha!_ Air, “Ha! Ha! the wooing, ha!” by
Kentucky: sung after the battle of Richmond, Ky. (S. O. S.)

“Kirby Smith came here to fight!
Ha! ha! the fighting! ha!”--

_Happy Land of Canaan_: (J. M. S.)

“I sing you a song, and it won’t detain me long
All about the times we are gaining;”--

_Happy Land of Canaan_: A Texas Song. (Randolph.)

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

_Hardee’s Defense of Savannah_: A Southern Ballad of the War.
(R. B. B. 40.)

“Have you heard of the brave Hardee
The famous General Hardee?”--

_Hard Times_: By M. B. Smith, Company C, 2nd Regiment, Texas
Volunteers. August 13, 1862. (Alsb.)

“Just listen awhile and give ear to my song
Concerning this war, which will not take me long;”--

_Hark! The Summons_: By B. Baltimore, Oct. 9, 1861. (R. B. B.
41.)

“Hark! in the South the thundering drum,
The gathering myriads ceaseless hum”--

_Hark! Hark! The War Bugle_: Air, “Hark! Hark! the Soft Bugle:”
(Randolph.)

“Hark! hark! the war bugle, the fife and the drum,
Wake the hearts of the noble and brave:”--

_Harp of the South_: A Sonnet: by Cora. (R. R.)

“Harp of the South, awake! a loftier strain
Than ever yet thy tuneful strings has stirred,”--

_Harp of the South, Awake!_ 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.)

“Harp of the South awake
From every golden wire,”--

_Headquarters in the Saddle_: (Mr. Samuel’s Scrapbook, Ridgway.)

“Pope his ‘headquarters in the saddle’ places
Where other mortals their hindquarters plant, sir:”--

_Hearing Cannon_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“I feel as though in my own coffin laid,
Listening to the last office that is paid,”--

_The Heart of Louisiana_: By Harriet Stanton. (R. R. from the
New Orleans _Delta_.)

“Oh let me weep while o’er our land
Vile discord strides, with sullen brow,”--

_Heart Victories_: By a Soldier’s Wife. Front Royal, Virginia,
Oct. 30, 1861. S. L. M., Editor’s Table, Jan., 1862. (E. V. M.)

“There’s not a stately hall,
There’s not a cottage fair,”--

_He’ll See It When He Wakes_: By Frank Lee. (Im.)

“Amid the clouds of battle smoke
The sun had died away,”--

_Here and There, A Contrast_: (E. V. M. from The _Sunny South_.)

“There’s clashing of arms in the Sunny South,
There’s hurrying to and fro,”--

_Here’s Your Mule_: (Alsb.)

“A farmer came to camp one day, with milk and eggs to sell,
Upon a mule who oft would stray to where no one could tell,”--

_A Hero’s Daughter_: (M. C. L.) by Mrs. M. J. Preston.
(Beechenbrook.)

“She boasts no Amazonian charms,
Minerva’s helmet never crowned her.”--

_The Hero’s Dream_: Brigadier General J. H. Morgan at
Larmenesburg: by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Weary from his long toil
To free his native land,”--

_The Hero Without A Name_: By Colonel W. S. Hawkins, C. S. A.,
Prisoner of War, Camp Chase, Oct., 1864. (E. V. M., also S. S.
No. 7.)

“I loved when a child, to seek the page
Where war’s proud tales are grandly told,”--

_Hicksie_: (Parody on “Dixie”.) (R. B. B. 66.)

“Ets a mighty bad way dey’s got ole Hicks in
Case things won’t stay de how he’s fixin”--

_His Last Words_: (W. G. S.)

“Come let us cross the river and rest beneath the trees,
And list the merry leaflets at sport with every breeze;”--

_Holly and Cypress_: By Mrs. Fanny Downing. (Amaranth.)

“Merry old Christmas has come again,
With plenty of pleasure,--naught of pain;”--

_Home_: Dedicated to a Young Woman of Petersburg, Va. Composed
by a Confederate Soldier, July 26, 1864. (C. C.)

“What is the sound of sweetness that thrills the wondrous breast
And brings with magic fleetness fond thoughts of peace and rest?”--

_Home--After the War_: By M. E. H. Baltimore. (E. V. M.)

“In the grassy lane as the sun went down,
He slackened his fevered and weary feet,”--

_Home Again!_ By Lieutenant Howard. (Sunny.)

“Home again! Home again!
From Lake Erie’s shore;”--

_Home Again_: Written in Prison by Jeff. Thompson: (E. V. M.)

“My dear wife awaits my coming,
My children lisp my name,”--

_Homespun_: (Bohemian.)

“The air is balmy with the breath
Of the early coming Spring,”--

_The Homespun Dress_: Air, “Bonnie Blue Flag:” by Carrie Bell
Sinclair. (C. S. B.)

“Oh, yes I am a Southern girl
And glory in the name,”--

_Hood’s Old Brigade “On the March:”_ By Miss Mollie E. Moore.
(Alsb.)

“’Twas midnight when we built our fires--
We marched at half-past three!”--

_Hood’s Texas Brigade_: (Alsb.)

“Down by the valley ’mid thunder and lightning,
Down by the valley ’mid shadows of night,”--

_Horse-Marines at Galveston_: Air, “The Barring of the Door.”
(Alsb.)

“It was on a New Year’s morn so soon,
Before the break of day, O,”--

_The Hour Before Execution_: By Miss Maria E. Jones. (Alsb.)

“Hark! the clock strikes! All, all that now remains
Is one short hour of this fast fleeting life,”--

_How McClellan Took Manassas_: By Ole Napoleon. (West. Res.)

“Heard ye how the bold McClellan,
(He, the wether with the bell on,)”--

_How the Soldiers Talk_: By Joseph Scrutchen, of Atlanta, Ga.
(Im.)

“We have heard the Yankees yell,
We have heard the Rebels shout,”--

_Hurrah!_ The first camp song: by S. B. K. of Mississippi.
Invincibles, Mobile, March 31, 1861. (R. N. S. from the Mobile
Register.)

“Hurrah for the Southern Confederate States!
With her banner of white, red and blue;”--

_Hurrah for Jeff Davis_: Air, “Gum Tree Canoe.” (R. B. B. 22.)

“Our country now calls, we’re up and away
To meet the vile Yankee in battle array”--

_Hurrah for Jeff Davis_: Air, “Hurrah for the Bonnets of Blue:”
by a Lady Rebel. (R. B. B.)

“Hurrah for Jeff Davis, hurrah
And hurrah for brave Beauregard, too:”--

_Hurrah for the Red and White_: a Prophecy for 1865: Air, “Oh,
whistle and I’ll come to you, my lad:” by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Hurrah for the Red and White, boys, hurrah!
Kentucky has leaped, boys, right into the war.”--

_Hurrah for the South! Hurrah!_: Paraphrased by G. W. Hopkins.
(Wash’n 86.)

“Hurrah for the South, ’tis joy to see,
Far in the misty dawn,”--

_Hurrah, My Brave Boys_: (Randolph.)

“Come, Southrons, and bare to the glorious strife,
Your hearts without heaving a sigh;”--

_Hurrying On_: Written in New Orleans, Oct. 23, 1861. (C. C.
from the Charleston Mercury, also R. B. B. No. 3.)

“Hurrying on the midst of excitement
Pushing extravagant projects through”--

_Hymn for the South_: 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.)

“Tho’ lone, how fair, how bright
Thou shimmer’dst first, O Star!”--

_Hymn to the Dawn_: By A. J. Requier. (Amaranth.)

“From an ominous rift in the pitiless sky
That has darkened our desolate land,”--

_Hymn to the National Flag_: By Mrs. M. J. Preston. (E. V. M.)

“Float aloft, thou stainless banner,
Azure cross and field of light,”--

_I Am Coming, Ella_: By Adjutant John N. Shuerter. (Sunny.)

“I am coming, Ella, coming,
Though the moment still be far:”--

_I Am Sick, Don’t Draft Me, I Have Got a Doctor’s Certificate_:
Air, “The Girl I Left Behind Me.” (West. Res.)

“Of the Danger of exposure to a draft, we often read,
That it generates disorders which are very bad, indeed:”--

_I Am Not Sick, I Am Over Forty-Five, I Will Make My Wife Stay
At Home And Give the Baby Catnip Tea_: Air, “I Wish My Wife Had
No Crying Baby.” (West. Res.)

“I’m exempt, I’m exempt, I vow and desire,
I’m exempt, I’m exempt, from the draft I will swear,”--

_The Icy Road to Niblet’s Bluff_: Air, “Shiloh Hill:” by J. C.
H., Company H, 4th Texas Cavalry. (Alsb.)

“Come, all you valiant Home Guard, a story I will tell,
’Tis of a noted journey we all remember well;”--

_If a Soldier Meet a Soldier_: Air, “Coming Through the Rye:”
by General M. Jeff. Thompson. (Sunny.)

“If a soldier meets a soldier, ’mid the battle’s din,
And the soldier kills the soldier,--surely ’tis no sin;”--

_If You Belong to Dixie’s Land_: Air, “Gideon’s Band.” (R. B.
B. 42.)

“To bring you this good news I’ve come
You’ll always find yourself at home,”--

_If You Love Me_: By J. Augustine Signaigo. (W. G. S.)

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

_Ignivomus Cotton’s Letters to His Relatives in Kentucky_: III,
He Glorifieth Cotton. For the Louisville _Journal_. Charleston,
S. C., Jan. 1862. (R. N. S.)

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

_I’m Conscripted, Smith, Conscripted_: By Albert Roberts of
Nashville, Tenn. (Hubner.)

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

_I’m Going Home to Dixie_: (Alsb.)

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

_Imogen_: By Major General J. B. Magruder. (C. S. B.)

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

_Impromptu_: By Dr. Barnstable, B. C. H. G. (R. B. B. 42.)

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

_I’m Thinking of the Soldier_: By Mary E. Smith, of Austin.
(Alsb.)

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

_Independence Day_: (E. V. M.)

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

_Independence Hymn_: By A. J. Requier. (Bohemian.)

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

_In Divina Catena_: (E. V. M. ’69.)

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

_In Death United_: By G. A. M. Richmond, Va., 1861. (S. L. M.,
Jan. ’62.)

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

_Information Wanted_: 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.)

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

_In His Blanket on the Ground_: By Caroline Howard Gervais, of
Charleston. (Bohemian.)

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

_In Hollywood--A Slumber Song_: By Gillie Cary. (C. S. B.)

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

_In Memoriam Aeternam--My Brother_: By Colonel B. H. Jones.
Johnson’s Island, July 8th, 1865. (Sunny.)

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

_In Memoriam of Colonel Benjamin F. Terry_: Inscribed to
General William J. Kyle: by W. M. Gilleland. Austin, Jan. 4,
1862. (Alsb.)

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

_In Memoriam, Our Right Reverend Father in God, Leonidas Polk_:
by Fanny Downing. (Amaranth.)

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

_In Memory of Ashby_: By Iris. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec., ’63.)

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

_In Memory of Captain James Earwood_: By Robin Reid.
Clarksville, Ark. (Im.)

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

_Inscribed to the Memory of Captain Courtland Prentice
(Morgan’s Cavalry)_: By Kentucky. Sept. 27, 1862. (S. O. S.)

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

_In the Dark_: By Isa Craig, of England. (E. V. M. ’69.)

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

_In the Fortress by the Sea_: A fragment by W. E. Cameron. (C.
C.)

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

_In the Land Where We Were Dreaming_: By Daniel B. Lucas, of
Jefferson County, Va. (C. C.)

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

_In the Soldiers’ Grave-Yard_: By F. B. Atlanta, Ga., Aug. 21,
1864. (W. F.)

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

_In the Trenches_: By F. B. Buzzard’s Boost, May 10, 1864. (W.
F.)

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

_Invocation_: By Colonel W. S. Hawkins. (Sunny.)

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

_The Invocation_: By B. W. W. (R. R.)

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

_I Remember the Hour When Sadly We Parted_: (Companion Song to
_When This Cruel War Is Over_). (Fag.)

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

_The Irish Battalion_: (R. R.)

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

_The Irrepressible Conflict_: Sonnet: by Tyrtaeus. (W. G. S.
from the Charleston _Mercury_.)

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

_I Shall Not Die_: By a Prisoner in Solitary Confinement at
Fort Delaware. (W. L.)

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

_Is There Nobody Hurt_: Air, “Cocachelunk.” (R. B. B. 47.)

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

_Is There, Then, No Hope for the Nations?_ (W. G. S. From the
Charleston _Courier_.)

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

_Is This a Time to Dance?_ (W. G. S.)

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

_It Matters Little Whether Grief or Glee_: By Kentucky. (S. O.
S.)

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

_The Jacket of Gray--To Those Who Wore It_: By Mrs. C. A. Ball.
(E. V. M.)

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

_Jackson_: By H. L. Flash, of Galveston, formerly of Mobile.
(W. G. S. from the Mobile _Advertiser and Register_.)

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

_Jackson_: Sonnet: by Mrs. M. J. Preston. (Beechenbrook.)

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

_Jackson, The Alexandria Martyr_: By Wm. H. Holcombe, M. D., of
Virginia. S. L. M., Aug., 1861. (W. G. S.)

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

_Jackson’s Fool-Cavalry_: By Hard-Cracker. Camp of the
“Used-Ups,” Sept. 26, 1862. (C. S. B.)

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

_Jackson’s Requiem_: Air, “Dearest Mae.” (Md. Hist. B.)

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

_Jackson’s Resignation_: By Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke of N.
C.] (Fag. from the _Southern Illustrated News_, April, 1863.)

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

_Jeff Davis in the White House_: Air, “Ye Parliaments of
England:” by a Lady, Daughter of One of the Old Defenders.
(West. Res.)

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

_Jefferson Davis_: By Walker Meriweather Bell. (Amaranth.)

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

_Jefferson Davis_: By Mollie E. Moore. (E. V. M. from the
Houston _Telegraph_.)

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

_Jefferson Davis_: By Wm. Munford. Dernier Resort, Montgomery
Co., Va., Jan. 22, 1866. (E. V. M.)

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

_Jefferson Davis_: By A Southern Woman. (E. V. M.)

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

_John Bell of Tennessee_: Air, “Auld Lang Syne.” (R. B. B. 13.)

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

_John Brown’s Entrance Into Hell_: C. T. A., printer.
Baltimore, March, 1863. (R. B. B. 10.)

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

_John Bull Turned Quaker_: By M. W. Burwell. (S. L. M. April,
’63.)

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

_John Merryman_: Air, “Old Dan Tucker.” (R. B. B. 64.)

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

_John Morgan’s Credentials_: (E. V. M.)

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

_John Morgan’s Grave_: April 6, 1865. (W. L.)

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

_John Pegram_: Fell at the head of his Division, Feb. 6, 1865,
aged 33: by W. Gordon M’Cabe. (E. V. M.)

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

_John Pelham_: By James R. Randall. Kelley’s Ford, March 17,
1863. (E. V. M.)

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

_Johnny B. Magruder_: By a Texian. (Alsb.)

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

_Johnson’s Island_: By Lieutenant E. A. Holmes of Va. (Sunny.)

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

_Joseph Bowers_: (Alsb.)

“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!_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

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

_Just Before the Battle, Mother_: To “Phoby Stubbs,” A. D.,
1864. (C. C.)

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

_Justice Is Our Panoply_: By De G. (R. R.)

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

_Keep Me Awake, Mother_: Ballad: words by Mrs. Stratton: music
by Joseph Hart Denck. (R. B. M., 1863.)

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

_Kentuckians, To Arms!_: Louisville, Ky., 1861. (R. B. B. 52.)

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

_Kentucky_: By Estelle. (R. R.)

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

_Kentucky, April, 1861_: By Aletheia. (W. L.)

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

_Kentucky, My Mother_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

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

_The Kentucky Partisan_: By Paul H. Hayne. Charleston, March
29, 1862. S. L. M., April, 1862. (E. V. M.)

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

_Kentucky Required to Yield Her Arms_: By ---- Boone. (W. G. S.
from the Richmond _Dispatch_.)

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

_Kentucky, She Is Sold_: By J. H. Barrick, of Kentucky. (W. G.
S.)

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

_Kentucky to the Rescue_: Air, “I’ve Something Sweet to Tell
You:” by Kentucky. June 7, 1862. (S. O. S.)

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

_Kentucky Woman’s Song of the Shirt_: Air, “The Dumb Wife:” by
Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

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

_Kentucky’s Motto_: On Her Seal: by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

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

_Killed--Wounded--Missing_: (E. V. M. ’69.)

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

_King Cotton_: (S. L. M. Editor’s Table. April ’63.)

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

_King Cotton_: (R. B. B. 52.)

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

_King Scare_: New Orleans, Oct. 16, 1861: (R. R.)

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

_Kiss Me Before I Die, Mother_: (J. M. S.)

“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,”--

_The Knell Shall Sound Once More_: (W. G. S., from the
Charleston _Mercury_.)

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

_Knitting For the Soldiers_: By Mary J. Upshur. Norfolk, Va.,
Oct. 8, 1861. (Fag.)

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

_Lady Caroline’s Tea Party_: By Hermine. (Bohemian from New
Orleans _Catholic Standard_.)

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

_The Lament_: By a Missourian. (W. L.)

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

_Land of King Cotton_: 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 _Appeal_, Dec. 18, 1861.)

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

_The Land of Texas_: Air, “Dixie:” by M. B. Smith, Company C.,
2nd Regiment Texas Volunteers. (Alsb.)

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

_Land of the South!_ Air, “Happy Land.” (R. B. B. 53.)

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

_Land of the South_: Air, “Friend of My Soul:” by R. F.
Leonard. (R. R. from the Mobile _Evening News_.)

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

_Land of Washington_: Air, “Annie Laurie.” (Cav.)

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

_The Last Martial Button_: By a Marylander, a staff officer of
Stonewall Jackson’s Command. (C. C.)

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

_Last Night at Fort Donelson_: Inscribed to Colonel Charles
Johnson, of General Buckner’s Staff: by Kentucky. March 8,
1862. (S. O. S.)

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

_The Last of Earth_: A Prison Scene: by Colonel W. S. Hawkins.
(S. S.)

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

_Last Race of the Rail-Splitter_: (R. B. B. 54.)

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

_The Last Request_: 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.)

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

_Last Request of Henry C. Magruder_: Louisville, Oct. 20, 1865.
(E. V. M.)

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

_Lays of the Corn Exchange_: Number 1. (West. Res.)

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

_The Lay of the Disgusted Yankee_: On Hearing the News from
Vicksburg. Dedicated to General B. F. Butler: by S. P. E. (Mr.
Samuel’s Scrapbook, Ridgway.)

“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 Ours_: By Mrs. Mary J. Young.
(Alsb.)

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

_Lee_: Sonnet: by A. J. Requier. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec., ’63.
Editor’s Table, from the _Magnolia Weekly_.)

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

_Lee at the Wilderness_: By Miss Mollie E. Moore. (Alsb.)

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

_Lee to the Rear_: By John R. Thompson. (E. V. M. from the
_Crescent Monthly_.)

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

_The Legion of Honor_: By H. L. Flash. (W. G. S.)

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

_Leonidas Polk, Priest and Warrior_: By E. C. McCarthy. (Sunny.)

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

_Let Him Be Free_: A. D., 1865. (C. C.)

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

_Let Me Kiss Him For His Mother_: By J. P. Ordway. (L. & L.)

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

_Let the Bugle Blow!_ By W. Gilmore Simms. (Bohemian.)

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

_Let the Drum’s Deep Tones_: By G. B. S., Cottage Home. (W. L.)

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

_Let Us Cross Over the River and Rest Under the Shade of the
Trees_: By James. (E. V. M.)

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

_Letter_: (Amaranth from the _Maryland Mail Bag_, 1863.)

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

_Liberty or Death_: Same as _Southern Song of Liberty_. (R. B.
B., 54):

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

_Liberty or Death_: By Lutha Fontelle. (S. L. M., June, ’62.)

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

_The Liberty Tree_: (West. Res.)

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

_Life in Prison_: Air, “Louisiana Lowlands:” by Captain T. F.
Roche, C. S. A. Fort Delaware, 1865. (Roche.)

“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_: Air, “A Life on the Ocean
Wave.” Vicksburg Song. (Alsb.)

“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.”--

_Lilies of the Valley_: Inscribed to the friends who sent them:
by Rosa Vertner Jeffrey. Rochester, May, 1864. (E. V. M.)

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

_Lincoln Going to Canaan_: (Hopkins.)

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

_Lincoln On a Raid_: Air, “Sitting on a Rail.” (R. R. B., 60.)

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

_Lincoln’s Inaugural Address_: By A Southern Rights Man. (R. R.
from the Baltimore _Republican_, Baltimore, April 23, 1861.)

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

_Lincoln’s Royal Reception_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

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

_Lines_: (E. V. M.)

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

_Lines_: By Florence Anderson. (E. V. M.)

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

_Lines_: By Cyrille Merle, Columbia, 1863. (E. V. M., ’69.)

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

_Lines After Defeat_: By Paul H. Hayne. (S. S. from the
Charleston _Mercury_.)

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

_The Lines Around Petersburg_: By Samuel Davis, of N. C. (W. G.
S.)

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

_Lines by a Volunteer_: (Im.)

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

_Lines, General Otho F. Strahl_: By F. (Amaranth.)

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

_Lines on Captain Beall_: By Colonel Hawkins, C. S. A. (E. V.
M.)

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

_Lines on the Death of Annie Carter Lee_, 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.)

_Lines on the Death of Colonel B. F. Terry_: By J. R. Barrick.
Glasgow, Ky. Dec. 18, 1861. (E. V. M.)

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

_Lines on the Death of Lieutenant General T. J. Jackson, C. S.
A._: (R. B. B. 51.)

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

_Lines On the Death of Lieutenant John B. Bowles_: By Florence
Anderson. (W. L.)

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

_Lines On the Death of Major General E. Van Dorn, C. S. A._:
(R. B. B. 113.)

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

_Lines On the Death of Major H. S. McConnell_: (Im.)

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

_Lines On the Death of Major Hall S. McConnell_: By Mattie
Lewis. (Im.)

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

_Lines On the Death of Stonewall Jackson_: Philadelphia, May,
1863. (E. V. M.)

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

_Lines On the Death of the Confederate General Albert Sidney
Johnston, of Kentucky_, who fell at the battle of Shiloh,
Miss., Sunday, April 6, 1862. (R. B. B. 51.)

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

_Lines On the Death of W. H. H. Parry_, who died at Gloucester
Point, Sept. 19, 1861: by Mary. (S. L. M., Editor’s Table,
Dec., ’61.)

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

_Lines On the Presentation of a Confederate Flag_: (W. L.)

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

_Lines On the Proclamation--Issued by the Tyrant Lincoln_,
April First, 1863: by a Rebel. (R. B. B. 54.)

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

_Lines Sacred to the Memory of Captain Henry C. Gorrell, of
Greensborough, N. C._, 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.)

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

_Lines Suggested By the Death of Dr. Kane_: For the Baltimore
_American_. (B. C. L., Ledger 1411.)

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

_Lines To A Confederate Flag_: By F. H. Hotel du Louvre, Nov.
21, 1863. (E. V. M. ’69.)

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

_Lines To General N. B. Forrest_: By Rosalie Miller,
Montgomery, Ala., July, 1864. (Amaranth.)

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

_Lines To Lee_: Written at the time of Hooker’s invasion: by
Mrs. C. A. Warfield, of Kentucky. (E. V. M.)

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

_Lines To the Southern Banner_: (R. R.)

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

_Lines To the Tyrant_: By Henry C. Alexander. S. L. M., Dec.,
1861: (Bohemian.)

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

_Lines Written During These Gloomy Times, To Him Who Despairs_:
By Professor J. H. Hewitt. Spoken at the Richmond “Varieties”:
by Mr. Ogden, Wednesday night, May 7, 1862. (E. V. M.)

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

_Lines Written in Fort Warren_: By a Captive. S. L. M. Editor’s
Table, Jan., 1862. (R. R.)

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

_Lines Written in Fort Warren_: By G. W. B. Fort Warren, Sept.
3, 1862. (E. V. M.)

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

_Lines Written July 15, 1865_, 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.)

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

_Lines Written on Receiving Some Pressed Leaves and Flowers
From Home_: By Jay W. Bee, P. A. C. S. Johnson’s Island, Ohio,
Oct., ’64. (W. L.)

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

_Listening_: By Lieutenant E. C. McCarthy: (Sunny.)

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

_A Litany for 1861_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

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

_Little Footsteps_: By Mary J. Upshur of Norfolk, Va. (E. V. M.)

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

_Little Giffen_: By Francis O. Ticknor. (C. S. B.)

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

_Little Sogers_: (R. B. B. 56.)

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

_The Little White Glove_: By Paul H. Hayne of S. C. (Amaranth
from the _Southern Illustrated News_.)

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

_Living and Dying_: By Major George McKnight (“Asa Hartz”).
(Sunny.)

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

_The London Times Courier_: A Ballad, not by Campbell: by P. H.
D. (P. & P. B. from the New Orleans _Picayune_.)

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

_The Lonely Grave_: By Mrs. C. A. Ball. Charleston, June 7. (E.
V. M.)

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

_The Lone Sentry_: By James R. Randall. (S. S.)

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

_Lone Star Banner of the Free_: Air, “Rule Britannia:” by Major
E. W. Cave. (Alsb.)

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

_The Lone Star Camp Song_: As sung by Joe Cook, the American
Comedian. Published in Baltimore, 19 April, 1861. (R. B. B. 59.)

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

_The Lone Star Flag_: On the Secession of Texas: by H. L.
Flash. (Bohemian.)

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

_Lone Texas Star_: Air, “American Star:” by M. B. Smith. (Alsb.)

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

_Louisiana_: (E. V. M.)

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

_Louisiana_: A Patriotic Ode. (R. B. B. 59.)

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

_Loved and Lost_: By Colonel B. H. Jones. (Sunny.)

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

_Love Letter_: By Major L. G. Levy. (Sunny.)

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

_Major General S. B. Buckner’s Chivalry: An Imagination_: Air,
“Allen Percy.” By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

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

_Manassas_: By A Rebel, Hanover Co., Va., July 30, 1861. (R. R.)

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

_Manassas_: By Mrs. C. A. Warfield, July 1861. (E. V. M.)

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

_Manassas Races_: Popular Newspaper Version. (W. L.)

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

_Manassas, 21 July, 1861_: By Mrs. Mary S. Whitaker. (S. L. M.
August, 1861, from the Richmond Despatch, August 12, 1861.)

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

_Mansfield Run_: (Alsb.)

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

_The March_: By John W. Overall. (R. R.)

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

_The March of the Maryland Men_: (R. B. B.)

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

_March of the Southern Men_: Air, To an old Scotch Air: printed
by Geo. Dunn & Co., Richmond, Va. (R. B. M. 1863.)

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

_The March of the Spoiler_: (Amaranth.)

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

_March on! Carolinians, March on!_ By Mrs. Farley, Louisville,
Nov. 20, 1861. (E. V. M.)

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

_Marching to Death_: By J. Herbert Sass, South Carolina, 1862.
(W. G. S.)

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

_The Marseilles Hymn--Translated and Adapted as an Ode_: By E.
F. Porter of Alabama. (R. R. from the Nashville _Gazette_.)

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

_The Martyr of Alexandria_: By James W. Simms, Indianola,
Texas. (Bohemian, from the New Orleans _Crescent_.)

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

_Martyrs of Texas_: Air, “He’s Gone from the Mountain.” By Col.
H. Washington. (Alsb.)

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

_The Martyrs of the South_: By A. B. Meek, Alabama. (Sunny.)

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

_Maryland!_ (B. C. L. Ledger 1411.)

“Maryland, Maryland!
Stainless in story”--

_Maryland_: By Rev. John C. McCabe, D.D. (Late of Md., Chaplain
C. S. A.) November, 1861. (S. L. M.)

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

_Maryland: A Fragment_: (R. B. B. 73.)

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

_Maryland In Chains_: By Mrs. O. K. Whitaker, South Carolina.
(R. B. B. 73 from the Richmond _Examiner_, May 14, 1861.)

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

_Maryland in Fetters!_ (R. B. B. 82.)

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

_The Maryland Line_: By J. D. McCabe, Jr. (W. G. S.)

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

_Maryland, Lost Maryland_: (S. L. M., January, ’63, Ed.’s Table
from the Raleigh _Standard_.)

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

_The Maryland Martyrs_: (R. B. B. 79.)

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

_Maryland, Our Mother: Written at the Request of Many Exiled
Marylanders_: By Rev. John Collins McCabe, D.D. Richmond, Va.,
November 24, 1861. (S. L. M., Dec. 1861.)

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

_Maryland, My Home_: By Louis Bonsal. (R. B. B.)

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

_Maryland, My Home_: (R. B. B.)

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

_Maryland: Zouaves’ Own_: Respectfully dedicated to the 1st
regiment Maryland Zouaves by their friend G. W. Alexander,
Adjutant of the regiment. (R. B. B.)

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

_The Marylander at Manassas: A Fact_: By N. G. R. [Dr. N. G.
Ridgely.] Baltimore, December 16, 1861. (R. B. B. 64.)

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

_The Marylander’s Good-Bye_: Air, “The White Rose:” by B. (R.
B. B.)

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

_Maryland’s Appeal_: Air, “The Harp That Once Through Tara’s
Halls.” (R. B. B. 84.)

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

_Maryland’s Lament for Jackson_: By Baltimore, June, 1863. (R.
B. B.)

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

_The Massachusetts Regiments_: 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.)

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

_Maxcy Gregg_: By C. G. P. (E. V. M., ’69.)

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

_Major Brown_: Air, “Rosseau’s Dream.” (R. B. B. 68.)

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

_McClellan’s Soliloquy_: By a Daughter of Georgia. (P. & P. B.
from the Charleston _Mercury_.)

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

_Melt the Bells_: By F. V. Rocket, in the Memphis _Appeal_. (W.
G. S.)

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

_The Men_: By Maurice Bell. (W. G. S.)

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

_Men in Lace and Braid_: By An Old Maid. (C. C.)

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

_Men of the South!_ By G. B. J. (S. L. M., May, 1861.)