Chapter II: The Historical Development of the Southern War Poetry (5)

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

_The Merrimac_: By Paul H. Hayne. (Bohemian from the Charleston
_Courier_.)

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

_The Merry Little Soldier_: John Hopkins, Printer. New Levee
St., 4th D. (Wash’n. 123.)

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

_The Midnight Ride_: By William Shepardson. (Bohemian.)

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

_Minding the Gap_: By Mollie E. Moore. (E. V. M., from the
Houston _Telegraph_.)

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

_The Minstrel and the Queen_: By Col. W. S. Hawkins. (Sunny.)

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

_Missing_: (W. G. S.)

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

_Missing_: By Mrs. F. A. Moore. (E. V. M., ’69.)

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

_Missouri Massacre_: (S. L. M., Jan. ’63.)

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

_Missouri, Or A Voice from the South_: By Harry Macarthy.
(Alsb.)

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

_A Modern Knight-Errant_: By Kentucky, September, 1861. (S. O.
S.)

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

_Monody on Jackson_: By The Exile. (S. S.)

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

_Monody on Major W. L. Thornton_: By Col. C. G. Forsbey. (Alsb.)

“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,”--

_Moral of Party: Sonnet_: By W. G. Simms. S. L. M., February
and March, 1862. (W. G. S. from the Charleston _Mercury_.)

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

_Morgan’s Cavalry and The Girls_: Air, “Coming through the
Rye.” By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

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

_Morgan’s War Song_: (Alsb.)

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

_Morgans War Song_: By General B. W. Duke, C. S. A. Knoxville,
Tenn., July 4, 1862. (W. L.)

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

_Morris Island_: By W. Gilmore Simms. (W. G. S.)

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

_Mosby and His Men_: By Phoenix. Selma, Alabama. October 31,
1866. (C. C.)

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

_Mother Is the Battle Over: Ballad_: Arranged by Jos. Hart
Denck. (R. B. M.)

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

_Mother Lincoln’s Melodies_: S. L. M., Ed. Table, July and
August, 1862. (S. S. B.)

“Little Be-Pope
He lost his hope,”--

_The Mother of the Soldier Boy_: (Lee.)

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

_A Mother to Her Son in Prison_: Written in the rail car to
beguile the time on her way to visit him. By H. W. B., January,
1865. (E. V. M., ’69.)

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

_The Mother to her Son in the Trenches at Petersburg_: By W. D.
Porter. (E. V. M.)

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

_Mother Would Comfort Me_: (C. C.)

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

_The Mother’s Farewell_: Air, “Jeannette and Jeanot.” (J. M. S.)

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

_A Mother’s Prayer_: (E. V. M.)

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

_A Mother’s Prayer_: By Mrs. Margaret Piggott. Baltimore,
Friday Night, April 19th, 1861. (E. V. M., ’69.)

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

_The Mother’s Trust_: By Mrs. G. A. H. McLeod. (S. S.)

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

_Mumford, the Martyr of New Orleans_: By Ina M. Porter, of
Alabama. (W. G. S.)

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

_Munson’s Hill_: Air, “Call me Pet Names.” (R. B. B., 88.)

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

_Music in Camp_: By John R. Thompson. (C. S. B., from the
Louisville _Journal_.)

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

_My Dream_: By L. F. East Baton Rouge, November 7, 1861. (R. R.)

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

_My Father_: By Brig. General Henry R. Jackson. (E. V. M.)

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

_My Friend: To Infedelia_: By Colonel W. S. Hawkins, C. S. A.
prisoner of war at Camp Chase, December 1861. (C. C.)

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

_My God, What is All This For?_ Air, “Rosseau’s Dream.” (R. B.
B.)

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

_My Little Volunteer_: By Joe Brentwood. (Im.)

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

_My Love_: By F. B. Dalton, May 6, 1864. (W. F.)

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

_My Maryland_: By James R. Randall. Written at Point Coupee,
La. April 26, 1861. First published in the New Orleans _Delta_.
(W. G. S.)

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

_My Mother Church_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

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

_My Mother-Land_: By Paul H. Hayne. (W. G. S.)

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

_My Native Land_: December, 1864. (W. L.)

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

_My Native Land_: (Randolph.)

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

_My Noble Warrior, Come!_ Air, “The Rock Beside the Sea.” By
Mrs. Col. C. G. Forshey. (Alsb.)

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

_My Only Boy_: By Ellen A. Moriarty. (Bohemian.)

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

_My Order_: By W. Gordon McCabe: Richmond, Va. First published
in S. L. M., May, 1863, “Chats Over My Pipe.” (E. V. M.)

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

_My Prison Drear_: By Lieut. D. T. Walker, of Mississippi.
(Sunny.)

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

_My Soldier_: Monday night, April 14th, 1862. (S. L. M., Ed.
Table, April, ’62)

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

_My Soldier Boy_: By T. E. Grayson, near Benton, Mississippi,
October 1861. (Im.)

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

_My Soldier Boy_: By W. D. Porter, Charleston, South Carolina.
(Amaranth.)

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

_My Southern Home (Psalm CXXVII)_: By Col. B. H. Jones.
Johnson’s Island, September, 1864. (Sunny.)

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

_My Southern Land_: Dedicated to the Widow of Stonewall
Jackson. Air, “My Maryland.” By Mrs. Mary L. Wilson, of San
Antonio. (Alsb.)

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

_My Texas Land_: Air, “My Maryland.” By D. W. M. (Alsb.)

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

_My Warrior Boy_: (Im.)

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

_National Hymn_: By Capt. E. Griswold. (Fag.)

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

_National Song--The Magnolia_: By Albert Pike. (Im.)

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

_Navasota Volunteers_: Air, “Susannah, don’t you cry.” By
William Neely, of Durant’s Cavalry. (Alsb.)

“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_: By Carrie Clifford. (W. G. S.)

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

_The New Ballad of Lord Lovell_: (R. N. S., from the New
Orleans _Delta_.)

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

_A New Excelsior_: By Mary I. Upshur. (S. L. M., November,
1861.)

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

_The New Fashion_: Air, “Rory O’Moore.” By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

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

_A New Red, White and Blue_: Written for a Lady: by Jeff.
Thompson. (A. R.)

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

_The New Star_: (Same as _Hail to the South_): By B. M.
Anderson. S. L. M., April, 1861. (W. G. S.)

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

_The Next Time That Bragg Comes This Way_: By Kentucky,
November 27, 1864. (S. O. S.)

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

_Niggers in Convention: Sumner’s Speech_: (R. B. B. 88.)

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

_Nil Desperandum--To the Southern Soldier_: By Ikey Ingle.
Richmond, Virginia, January 18th, 1864. (E. V. M.)

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

_Nil Desperandum_: Inscribed to our Soldier Boys: by Ada Rose.
Pine Bluff, Arkansas. March 10th, 1862. (R. N. S. from the
Memphis _Avalanche_.)

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

_Nil Desperandum_: By Mrs. C. A. Warfield. (E. V. M., ’69.)

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

_The 9th of April, 1865_: From the London Spectator. (C. S. B.)

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

_No Land Like Ours_: By J. R. Barrick, of Kentucky. (W. G. S.)

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

_No Surrender_: Published by Geo. Dunn and Co., Richmond,
Virginia. (R. B. M., 1864.)

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

_No Union Men_: By Millie Mayfield. (R. R.)

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

_North Carolina Call to Arms_: Air, “The Old North State:” by
Luola. [Mrs. Loula W. Rogers of Ga.] Raleigh, 1861. (R. R.)

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

_North Carolina’s War Song_: Air, “Annie Laurie.” (R. R.)

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

_A Northern Mother After a Battle_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“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!_ (W. S. G. from the
Charleston _Mercury_.)

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

_Notice to the North!_ (R. N. S., from _Charivari_. December 7,
1861.)

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

_Now’s the Day, and Now’s the Hour!_ Inscribed to Lt. Col. J.
W. Bowles, 2nd Reg. Kentucky Cavalry by request of a friend of
his boyhood. Air, “Bruce’s Address,” some lines of it retained
by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

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

_Nuts to Crack for Uncle Sam_: By Janet Hamilton. Langloan. (W.
L.)

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

_The Oath for Liberty_: By W. G. Simms. (S. L. M., February and
March, ’62.)

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

_The Obsequies of Stuart_: By John R. Thompson. (S. S.)

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

_Ode to a Body Louse_: By F. B. In the field near Marietta,
Georgia, June 15, 1864. (W. F.)

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

_The Officer’s Funeral_: (J. M. S.)

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

_Officers of Dixie_: By a Growler: (Alsb.)

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

_Oh! Abraham, Resign!_ By a New Contributor. (R. B. B. 57.)

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

_Oh! Hasten Back, My Soldier Boy!_ By J. P. H. Charlottesville,
Virginia. (Cav.)

“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_: Air, “Annie Laurie.” By A.
Young Rebelle, Esq. (Im.)

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

_Oh, Jeff, Why Don’t You Come?_ Air, “Willie We Have Missed
You.” (R. B. B. 80).

“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_: To Rev. A. J. Ryan, of
Knoxville, Tennessee. (E. V. M.)

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

_Old Abe Lincoln_: (R. B. B. 58.)

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

_Old Abe’s Lament_: Air, “The Campbells are Coming.” (R. B. B.
57.)

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

_Old Betsy_: By John Killum. (W. G. S.)

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

_The Old Brigade_--Virginia’s 1st-7th-11th and 17th: by Maurice
D’Bell. (E. V. M.)

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

_Old Dixie’s Soldiers_: By J. P. H. Charlottesville, Virginia.
(Cav.)

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

_Old Jim Ford_: Air, “Carry Me Back to Old Virginny.” (Alsb.)

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

_Old John Brown: A Song for Every Southern Man_: (Wash’n,
unclassified Mss.)

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

_The Old Mammy’s Lament for Her Young Master_: By Hermine. (S.
L. M., Nov. and Dec., ’63.)

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

_Old Moultrie_: By Catherine Gendron Poyas, of Charleston. (W.
G. S. from the Charleston _Mercury_.)

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

_The Old Negro at Calhoun’s Grave_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

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

_The Old Rifleman_: By Frank O. Ticknor, M. D., of Georgia. (R.
R.)

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

_The Old Sergeant_: (B. E., First appeared as the Carrier’s New
Year Address of the Louisville _Courier-Journal_, 1863.)

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

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

_Old Stonewall_: By C. D. Dasher. (Fag.)

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

_An Old Texian’s Appeal_: By Reuben E. Brown. (Alsb.)

“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!”--

_On! Advance!_ By W. G. Simms. (S. L. M., Feb. and March, ’62.)

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

_On a Raid_: By Ikey Ingle. Richmond, Virginia, 1862. (E. V. M.)

“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”--

_On Ash Wednesday, 1862_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

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

_On Guard_: Words respectfully inscribed to Miss S. E. B. by
Wallace Rowe. Music from an old German Melody. (R. B. M., 1864.)

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

_On Reading a Proclamation for Public Prayer_: Sonnet: by South
Carolinian: (W. G. S.)

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

_On! Southron, On!_ By W. B. L. (R. R.)

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

_On the Death of Brig.-General Charles H. Winder, of Maryland_:
Killed by a cannon shot in battle of Slaughter’s Mountain,
Virginia, June 9, 1862. By J. R. Trimble, Major General C. S.
A., Johnston’s Island. September, 1864. (W. L.)

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

_On the Death of General Stonewall Jackson_: By Lillian Rosell
Messenger, Tuscumbia, Alabama. May 13th, 1863. (Im.)

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

_On the Death of Lieut.-General Jackson: A Dirge_: By Mrs. C.
A. Warfield of Kentucky. (E. V. M.)

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

_On the Flank_: By R. B. Witter, Jr. (S. L. M., May ’63.)

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

_On the Heights of Mission Ridge_: By J. Augustine Signaigo.
(W. G. S.)

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

_On to Glory_: (J. M. S.)

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

_On to Richmond_: After Southey’s _March to Moscow_: by John R.
Thompson of Virginia. (E. V. M. from the _Richmond Whig_.)

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

_On to the Battle_: By Miss Marie E. Jones. (Alsb.)

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

_One Cause of the War_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

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

_Only a Common Soldier_: Confederate States Almanac, 1862, (N.
Y. P. L.)

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

_Only a Soldier_: By Major Lamar Fontaine. (Fag.)

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

_Only a Soldier’s Grave_: By S. A. Jones. Aberdeen,
Mississippi. (W. G. S.)

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

_Only One Fell_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

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

_Only One Killed_: By Julia L. Keyes, Montgomery, Alabama. (W.
G. S. from the Southern _Field and Fireside_.)

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

_O Here’s to the Soldier So Gay_: By Captain M. G. Davidson, of
Gen. M. L. Smith’s Signal Corps. (Alsb.)

“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_: Respectfully dedicated to Thad.
Stevens, 1862. Sung by Harry Allen, Washington Artillery, New
Orleans, La. (C. C.)

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

_O Johnny Bull, My Jo John_: Air, “John Anderson, my Jo.” (R.
R.)

“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_: By M. J., Baltimore, April, 1861. (R.
B. B. 90.)

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

_O, Sweet South_: By W. Gilmore Simms. (S. L. M., January,
1861.) (R. R.)

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

_O, Tempora! O, Mores!_ By John Dickson Bruns, M. D. (W. G. S.
from the Charleston _Mercury_, 1864.)

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

_The Ordered Away_: Dedicated to the Oglethorpe and Walker
Light Infantry, Atlanta, Ga. By Mrs. J. J. Jacobus. April 2,
1861. (R. R.)

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

_Our Braves in Virginia_: Air, “Dixie Land.” (R. R.)

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

_Our Boys Are Gone_: Air, “The Minstrel Boy:” by Col. Hamilton
Washington. (Alsb.)

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

_Our Cause_: (C. C.)

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

_Our Cherished Dead_: (E. V. M.)

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

_Our Chief_: By the author of “_Southrons_” [Mrs. C. A.
Warfield.] Beechmore, January 10, 1866. (E. V. M.)

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

_Our Christmas Hymn_: By John Dickson Bruns, M. D., Charleston,
South Carolina. (W. G. S.)

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

_Our City by the Sea_: By W. Gilmore Simms. (W. G. S.):

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

_Our Confederate Dead_: What the heart of a young girl said to
the dead soldier: by a Lady of Augusta, Georgia. (W. G. S.)

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

_Our “Cottage By the Sea:”_ Lines written in Fort Lafayette by
a Prisoner. (E. V. M.)

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

_Our Country’s Call_: By H. Walter. (Randolph.)

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

_Our Dead_: By Col. A. M. Hobby. Galveston _News_, Texas. Jan.,
1866. (E. V. M.)

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

_Our Departed Comrades_: By J. Marion Shirer, a Soldier in the
Field. (W. G. S.)

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

_Our Dixie_: By a Lady of Augusta, Georgia, 1865. (Im.)

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

_Our Failure_: By the Author of “_Southrons_,” [Mrs. C. A.
Warfield]. Beechmore, Kentucky, June 1, 1866. (E. V. M.)

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

_Our Fallen Brave_: By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. January 22, 1862.
(Corinth.)

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

_Our Faith in ’61_: By A. J. Requier. (W. G. S.)

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

_Our Flag_: By Mr. K. of Hampshire Co., Virginia. (E. V. M.,
’69.)

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

_Our Glorious Flag_: Air, “Her Bright Smile Haunts Me Still.”
Vicksburg Song. (Alsb.)

“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:”--

_Our Hope_: Third Edition: by Le Diable Baiteux. (R. B. B. 91.)

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

_Our Killed in Battle: Sonnet_: New Orleans, 1861. (E. V. M.,
’69.)

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

_Our Left_: By Francis O. Ticknor, M. D., Georgia. (B. E.)

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

_Our Marshal Kane_: Air, “Roseas’ Dream.” (R. B. B., 51)

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

_Our Martyrs_: By Paul H. Hayne. (W. G. S.)

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

_Our Mothers Did So Before Us_: Air, “My Mother Did So Before
Me:” by Augusta Foster. Foster’s Settlement, Alabama, January
22, 1862. (S. L. M., Ed. Table, Jan. ’62.)

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

_Our Nameless Heroes_: Inscribed to the author of the
“Haversack.” (E. V. M., ’69.)

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

_Our Noble Dead_: By John E. Hatcher of Alabama. (C. C.)

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

_Our President_: By Fanny Downing. C. S. A., ’64. (E. V. M.,
’69.)

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

_Our Rights_: Song. (West. Res.)

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

_Our Southern Dead_: By A. Baltimore, October 6, 1862. (R. B.
B., p. 91.)

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

_Our Southern Land_: By Patria Dolorosa. (C. C.)

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

_Our Starry Cross_: (Cav.)

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

_Our Stonewall’s Grave_: By Esperanza. July 4, 1863. (C. C.)

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

_Over the (Mississippi) River_: By Miss Maria E. Jones. (Alsb.)

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

_Over the River_: By Jane T. H. Cross. (W. G. S. from the
Nashville _Christian Advocate_, 1861.)

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

_Over the River_: By J. Daffore. (E. V. M.)

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

_Over the River_: By E. De Mondion. (Amaranth.)

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

_Over the River_: (The Mississippi): By Rev. J. E. Carnes.
(Alsb.)

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

_The Paean of the Coffinless Dead_: Douglas, Arkansas, March 6,
1864. (C. C.)

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

_Pardon and Peace_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

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

_Patience, Patience, O My Spirit!_ By Kentucky. Oct. 20, 1862.
(S. O. S.)

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

_Patriotic Song_: Air, “Gathering of the Clans:” by Dr. John W.
Paine, of Lexington, Virginia, June 30, 1862. (Fag. from the
Richmond _Despatch_.)

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

_Patriotism_: (R. R.)

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

_Patriotism, or Love?_ (S. O. S.)

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

_A Patriot’s Death the Sign of a Brighter Morrow_: Air, “Tom
Moore:” by Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

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

_Peace_: By L. Burroughs of Savannah, Georgia, April, 1865. (E.
V. M.)

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

_The Pelican Flag_: (Bohemian from the New Orleans _Sunday
Delta_.)

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

_Pensacola_: By M. Louise Rogers. (Im.)

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

_Pensacola: To My Son_: By M. S., New Orleans, Louisiana. (R.
R.)

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

_The People in Grey_: By Col. B. H. Jones. Johnson’s Island,
May 12, 1865. (Sunny.)

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

_Picayune Butter_: Air, “All on hobbies.” (West. Res.)

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

_A Picture_: (E. V. M. from the Savannah _Morning News_.)

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

_A Pledge to Lee: Written for a Kentucky Company_: By Mrs. C.
A. Warfield, of Kentucky. (E. V. M.)

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

_Poem on the Death of Jackson_: (Killed by a New York Zouave in
Alexandria, Virginia. May 24, 1861.) (E. V. M.)

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

_A Poem Which Needs No Dedication_: By James Barron Hope. (R.
R.)

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

_Polk_: By H. L. Flash. (E. V. M.)

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

_The Poor Soldier_: A popular camp song of the sixty-second
Alabama Regiment (The Boy Regiment). (C. S. B.)

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

_Pop Goes the Weasel_: (J. M. S.)

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

_Pope_: To the tune of Bo-Peep. (C. S. B.)

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

_Praeterita_: By S. D. D. In Camp, December 28th, 1863. (S. L.
M., Feb., ’64.)

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

_Pray, Maiden, Pray!_ A Ballad for the Times: Respectfully
dedicated to the patriotic women of the South: by A. W.
Kercheval, Esq., music by A. J. Turner; published by Geo. Dunn
& Co., Richmond, Va. (R. B. M., 1864.)

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

_Prayer_: (These verses were written by a deaf and dumb girl of
Savannah, Georgia, on the occasion of a fast day.) (E. V. M.)

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

_Prayer_: By Fadette. (Amaranth.)

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

_Prayer for Maryland_: The National Prayer slightly altered
from the original of Bishop Whitingham, to suit the present
highly favored condition of the people of Maryland. (R. B. B.
82.)

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

_Prayer For My Only Son, Aged Fifteen, Now in the Service of
His Country_: Memphis, July 26, 1864. (Amaranth.)

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

_A Prayer for Peace_: By Major S. Yates Levy: (Sunny.)

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

_A Prayer for Peace_: By G. H. S. Charleston, South Carolina.
(S. L. M., Nov. and Dec., 63). (From the _Record_.)

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

_A Prayer for Peace_: By S. Teackle Wallis, of Maryland. (S. S.)

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

_A Prayer for the South_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

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

_Prayer of the South_: By Father Abram J. Ryan. (Sunny.)

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

_President Davis_: By Jane T. H. Cross. (W. G. S., published in
the New York _News_, 1865.)

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

_The President’s Chair_: Air, “Star Spangled Banner.” (West.
Res.)

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

_The Price of Peace_: By Luola. [Mrs. Loula W. Rogers, of Ga.]
(E. V. M.)

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

_The Printers of Virginia to “Old Abe:”_ By Harry C. Treakle,
Norfolk, Virginia, April 4, 1862. (R. R.)

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

_Prison on Lake Erie_: By Asa Hartz, [Major George McKnight]
Johnson’s Island, February 1864. (W. L.)

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

_Prison Reveries--Storm_: By H. W. B., of Kentucky. Johnson’s
Island, August, 1863. (E. V. M., ’69.)

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

_The Prisoner’s Dream_: By Col. B. H. Jones, Johnson’s Island,
November, 1864. (Sunny.)

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

_A Prisoner’s Fancy_: By Col. W. S. Hawkins. (Sunny.)

“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”--

_Prisoner’s Lament_: By Captain Clarkson of Missouri. Set to
music by D. O. Booker of Tennessee, while both were prisoners
of war on Johnson’s Island. (Hubner.)

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

_The Prisoner of State_: A. D., 1865. (C. C.)

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

_A Private in the Ranks_: Suggested by a chapter in “Macaria.”
By C. E. McC. Dauphin Island, May 5, A. D. 1864. (C. C.)

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

_Privates in the Ranks_: By Lieut. E. C. McCarthy. (Sunny.)

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

_Private Maguire_: (Alsb.)

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

_Pro Aris et Focis_: Song of the Spartan Rifleman: 1861. (R. N.
S. from the Spartansburg _Express_.)

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

_Pro Memoria_: Air, “There is rest for the weary.” By Ina M.
Porter, of Alabama. (W. G. S.)

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

_Prometheus Vinctus_: By Fanny Downing. (E. V. M. ’69.)

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

_Promise of Spring_: (W. G. S.)

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

_Prosopopeia--Virginia’s Call to Arms_: March, 1861. (S. L. M.,
April, 1861.)

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

_Quam diu tandem abutere patientia no_: By B., Baltimore, June
30, 1861. (R. B. B. 4.)

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

_Quantrell’s Call_: Air, “Pirate’s Serenade.” (Im.)

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

_Rachel of Rama, St. Matthew II, 18_: By Christopher Waife. S.
W. Virginia, January 4, 1863. (S. L. M., August ’63.)

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

_Rally Around the Stars and Bars_: By Robert Lamp, 51st Georgia
Vols. (R. B. B. 94.)

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

_Rally of the South_: [By C. B. Northrup]. (Outcast.)

“Gallant men of Southern blood,”--

_Rally Round the Flag, Boys!_ (Army.)

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

_Rally Round the Standard, Boys_: (R. B. B. 94.)

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

_Rallying Song of the Virginians_: Air, “Scots, wha hae:” By
Susan Archer Talley. S. L. M., Ed. Table, June, 1861. (E. V. M.)

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

_Ranger’s Farewell_: By ----, of Col. Wm. H. Parson’s Regiment.
(Alsb.)

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

_Ranger’s Lay_: Air, “I’ll hang my harp on the willow tree.” By
Mrs. Mary L. Wilson. (Alsb.)

“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,”--

_Ranger’s Parting Song_: By G. W. Archer, M. D. (E. V. M., ’69.)

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

_Rappahannock Army Song_: By John C. McLemore. (W. G. S., from
the Richmond _Enquirer_.)

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

_Raden-Linden_: By Col. B. H. Jones, Prisoner of War, Johnson’s
Island, November 3, 1864. (C. S. B.)

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

_Reading the List_: (W. G. S.)

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

_The Reaper_: Fort Taylord, N. C. (E. V. M.)

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

_The Reason Why_: By Col. B. N. Jones. (Sunny.)

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

_The Reason “Why:”_ By Rev. John Collins McCabe, D.D. Richmond,
1862. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec., 1862.)

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

_Rebel Prisoner_: (Alsb.)

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

_The Rebel Sock_: By Mrs. M. B. Clarke. (E. V. M., ’69.)

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

_A Rebel Soldier, Killed in the Trenches Before Petersburg,
Va., April 15, 1865_: By A Kentucky Girl. (W. G. S.)

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

_Rebel Toasts: Or Drink It Down!_ (Alsb.)

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

_Rebel’s Dream_: By A. F. Leovy. (Fag.)

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

_Rebel’s Requiem_: By Col. M. V. Moore of Auburn, Alabama.
(Hubner.)

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

_Rebel’s Retort_: Air, “Cocachelunk.” (R. B. B., 96.)

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

_Rebels! ’Tis a Holy Name_: By Rev. Mr. Garesche, of St. Louis.
(E. V. M. from the Atlanta _Confederacy_.)

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

_Recapture of Galveston_: Air, “Happy Land of Canaan.” By M. E.
Beaver. (Alsb.)

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

_Recognition of the Southern Confederacy_: Air, “Rosseau’s
Dream.” (West. Res.)

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

_The Recompense_: By Captain J. B. Clarke, 18th Miss. Infantry.
(Sunny.)

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

_The Recruiting Sergeant_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

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

_Redeemed!_ By a Prisoner in solitary confinement, May 31,
1865. (W. L.)

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

_The Red Zouave_: (S. L. M., Nov., 1861.)

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

_Reddato Gladium!_ Virginia to Winfield Scott. By E. W. S. L.
M., November and December, 1862. (W. G. S. from the Richmond
_Whig_.)

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

_Re-Enlist_: By Mrs. Margarita J. Canedo. (S. B. P.)

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

_Regulus_: By Margaret J. Preston. (E. V. M.)

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

_Requiem for 1861_: By H. C. B. (Bohemian from the _Southern
Field and Fireside_.)

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

_Retreat of the Grand Army from Bull Run_: Air, “Sweet
Evelina.” By Ernest Clifton, (Mr. Piersol of Baltimore,)
Baltimore, Maryland. (R. B. B., 11.)

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

_Retreat of the 60,000 Lincoln Troops_: July 15, 1861. (R. B.
B., 95.)

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

_The Return_: (W. G. S.)

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

_The Return Home_: Philadelphia, July, 1865. (W. L.)

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

_Rich Mountain_: By William H. Holcombe, M.D. (S. L. M., Nov.,
1861.)

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

_A Richmond Heroine_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

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

_Richmond is a Hard Road to Travel_: Air, “Jordan is a Hard
Road to Travel.” Dedicated to General A. E. Burnside. (C. S. B.)

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

_Richmond on the James_: By Anna Marie Welby, Louisville,
Kentucky, July, 1862. (E. V. M.)

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

_Riding a Raid_: Air, “Bonny Dundee.” (E. V. M.)

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

_Rode’s Brigade Charge at Seven Pines_: By W. P. C., of
Virginia. (E. V. M.)

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

_Root Hog or Die_: The Camp Version. (J. M. S.)

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

_A Rumor of Peace_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

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

_Rum Raid at Velasco_: Air, “Dixie.” By Waul’s Legion, written
by one of the Bucket-eers. (Alsb.)

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

_The Run from Manassas Junction_: (P. P. B.)

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

_Run Yanks, or Die!_ Air, “Root Hog, or Die.” By T. W. Crowson.
(Alsb.)

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

_Sabbath Bells_: (E. V. M. from the Charleston _Mercury_.)

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

_Sabine Pass_: Dedicated to the Davis Guards--the Living and
the Dead. By Mrs. M. J. Young. (Alsb.)

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

_Sacrifice_: (W. G. S. from the Charleston _Mercury_.)

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

_St. John, the Baptist, Patron of South Carolina_: [By C. B.
Northrup]. (Outcast.)

“Eternal glory to our patron saint”--

_The Salkehatchie_: Written when a garrison at or near
Salkehatchie Bridge were threatening a raid up in the Fort of
Big and Little Salkehatchie. By Emily J. Moore. (W. G. S.)

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

_The Santa Fe Volunteer_: Air, “Mary’s Dream.” (Alsb.)

“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:”--

_The Saucy Little Turtle_: Air, “Coming through the Rye.” (R.
B. B., 99.)

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

_Savannah_: By Alethea S. Burroughs. (W. G. S.)

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

_Savannah Fallen_: By Alethea S. Burroughs, of Georgia. (W. G.
S.)

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

_Scenes_: By Paul H. Hayne. (Amaranth from the _Southern
Illustrated News_.)

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

_Scene in a Country Hospital_: By Paul H. Hayne. (Amaranth,
from the _Southern Illustrated News_.)

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

_The Sea-Kings of the South_: By Edward C. Bruce, of
Winchester, Virginia. (W. G. S. from the Richmond _Sentinel_,
March 30, 1863.)

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

_Sea-Weeds: Written in Exile_: By Annie Chambers Ketchum. (W.
G. S.)

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

_Secession, or Uncle Sam’s Troublesome Daughters_: 1862. (C. C.)

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

_Semmes’ Sword_: By Mrs. Margaret J. Preston. Beechmore, 1866.
(E. V. M.)

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

_The Sentinel_: Hanover County, Virginia, January 1, 1862.
(Bohemian.)

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

_The Sentinel’s Dream of Home_: By Col. A. M. Hobby, Galveston,
February 1, 1864. (Alsb.)

“’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.”--

_The Sentinel’s Reverie_: By Mrs. Margaret Piggot. Petersburg,
March 25, 1863. (S. L. M., April, ’63.)

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

_Sentry’s Call_: “Half-past ten o’clock and all is well!” By W.
L. Sibley. Prisoner, Johnson’s Island, 1865. (W. L.)

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

_The Serenade of the 300,000 Federal Ghosts_: Respectfully
dedicated to Old Black Abe. (R. B. B., 58.)

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

_1776-1861_: Air, “Bruce’s Address.” (E. V. M.)

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

_Seventy-Six and Sixty-One_: By John W. Overall, of Louisiana.
(W. G. S.)

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

_Shades of Our Fathers_: An Ode. By W. Gilmore Simms. (S. L.
M., Feb. and March, ’62.)

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

_Shell the City! Shell!_ By W. Gilmore Simms. (W. G. S.)

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

_The Shenandoah Sufferers_: By A Voice from New England. A. D.,
1864. (C. C.)

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

_Shermanized_: By L. Virginia French. (E. V. M.)

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

_Sherman’s Bummers_: Parody on the “Knickerbocker Line” and
respectfully dedicated to the Bummers of Sherman’s Army. By H.
H. C., 6th No. V. V. I. (R. B. B., 98.)

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

_Shiloh!_ Louisiana, June, 1862. (Alsb.)

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

_Shiloh_: By Margaret Stilling: (Bohemian, from the Richmond
_Enquirer_.)

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

_The Ship of State_: Sonnet. (W. G. S., from the Charleston
_Mercury_.)

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

_The Ship of State_: By Mrs. C. A. Warfield. (E. V. M.)

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

_Short Rations_: A Song--dedicated to the Cornfed Army of
Tennessee. In the field near Dalton, Georgia. December 22,
1863. (W. F.)

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

_Shot!_ By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

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

_Shot through the Heart_: By Ina M. Porter. (B. E.)

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

_Sic Semper_: By a Virginian. (R. B. B., 98.)

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

_Sic Semper Tyrannis_: By Fanny Downing. (Amaranth.)

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

_Sic Semper Tyrranis!_ By Wm. M. Holcombe, M.D. (S. L. M.,
Oct., ’61.)

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

_Silence_: By Lieut. J. E. Dooley. (Sunny.)

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

_The Silent March_: By Walker Meriweather Bell. (W. L.):

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

_The Single Star and The Palmetto Banner_: [By C. B. Northrup].
(Outcast.)

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

_Slap_: By Klubs (James R. Randall). (S. L. M., Ed. Table,
January, 1862, from the New Orleans _Delta_ of 1861.)

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

_The Soldier_: (Army.)

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

_Soldier, I Stay to Pray for Thee_: By J. S. Thorrington. (Fag.)

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

_The Soldier in the Rain_: By Julia L. Keyes. (W. G. S., from
the _Patriot and Mountaineer_.)

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

_A Soldier-Name Unknown_: By F. B., Atlanta, August 19, 1864.
(W. F.)

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

_The Soldier of the Cross_: Suggested by Bishop Polk’s
appointment in the rebel army. (P. & P. B. from the Savannah
_News_.)

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

_The Soldier Who Died Today_: Macon, Georgia, A. D., 1863. (C.
C.)

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

_The Soldier’s Amen_: (Alsb.)

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

_The Soldier’s Battle Prayer_: (Selected.) (S. L. M., April,
’62.)

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

_Soldier’s Dear Old Home_: By Rev. Mr. Joyce, Chaplain Arizona
Brigade. (Alsb.)

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

_The Soldier’s Death_: By A. B. Cunningham. (Alsb.)

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

_A Soldier’s Dream_: (C. S. B.)

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

_The Soldier’s Dream_: (Lee)

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

_Soldier’s Dream_: By Fr. Sulzner. (Fag.)

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

_Soldier’s Farewell_: Air, “Rosin the Bow,” (Randolph.)

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

_Soldier’s Farewell_: By John H. Hewitt: (Lee.)

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

_The Soldier’s Farewell to his Wife_: By Wm. K. Campbell,
Greenville, S. C. James Island, 1862. (E. V. M.)

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

_The Soldier’s Grave_: (J. M. S.)

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

_The Soldier’s Grave_: By Pearl. (E. V. M. from the Victoria
Advocate.)

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

_The Soldier’s Heart_: By F. P. Beaufort. (S. B. P.)

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

_Soldier’s Lament_: By Wm. Lewis, Kauffman Co., Texas. (Alsb.)

“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’s Last Combat_: By Mrs. Elizabeth E. Harper,
October, 1861. (E. V. M.)

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

_Soldier’s Letters_: (E. V. M., ’69.)

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

_The Soldier’s Mission_: By A. W. Morse. (Fag.)

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

_The Soldier’s Return_: By Anna Ward. January, 1862. (Im.)

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

_Soldier’s Song of Pass Cavallo_: By Col. C. G. Forshey, C. S.
Eng. Fort Esperanza, Pass Cavallo. March, 1862. (Alsb.)

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

_Soldier’s Suit of Gray_: By Carrie Belle Sinclair. (Alsb.)

“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’s Sweet Home_: Air, “Home, Sweet Home.” By Mrs.
Mary L. Wilson, San Antonio. (Alsb.)

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

_A Solemn Dirge_: Placarded in Charleston, 186--, on the
removal of Gen. Sickles. (Mr. Samuel’s Scrapbook, Ridgway.)

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

_Soldier Talk_: To the tune of “Walk-In, Walk-In, Walk-In, I
Say and Hear My Banjo Play.” By Captain T. F. Roche, C. S. A.
1865, Fort Delaware. (Roche.)