Chapter II: The Historical Development of the Southern War Poetry (6)

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

_Somebody’s Darling_: By Miss Marie Lacoste, of Savannah,
Georgia. (E. V. M. from the _Southern Churchman_.)

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

_Song_: Air, “Faintly Flow Thy Falling River.” (E. V. M.)

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

_Song_: Air, “Happy Land of Canaan.” (R. B. B., 40.)

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

_A Song_: Written by an inmate of the Old Capitol Prison in
Washington City, and sung by his fellow prisoners. (R. R. from
the Richmond _Sentinel_.)

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

_Song, Bull’s Run_: (R. B. B., 13.)

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

_A Song for Dogs_: 1864. (West. Res.)

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

_Song for the Irish Brigade_: By Shamrock of the Sumpter
Rifles. (R. R.)

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

_Song for the South_: (Randolph)

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

_Song for the South_: (R. R.)

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

_Song of Hooker’s Picket_: (Fag. from the _Southern Illustrated
News_, February 21, 1863)

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

_Song of our Glorious Southland_: By Mrs. Mary Ware. (W. G. S.
from the _Southern Field and Fireside_.)

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

_Song of Spring (1864)_: By John A. Wagener of South Carolina.
(W. G. S.)

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

_Song of the Baltimore Rebels_: Air, “Wait For the Wagon.” (R.
B. B., 77.)

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

_Song of the “Bloody Sixth” at Camp Chase, Ohio_: (Alsb.)

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

_Song of the C. R.’s of M._: Air, “Villikins and his Dinah.” By
F. B. (W. F.)

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

_The Song of the Drum_: (R. B. B., p. 100.)

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

_The Song of the Exile_: Air, “Dixie.” By B. Martinsburg,
Virginia, December 10, 1861. (C. S. B.)

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

_Song of the Fifth Texas Regiment_: Air, “Happy Land of
Canaan.” (Alsb.)

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

_Song of the First Virginia Cavalry_: (Amaranth from the
_Southern Illustrated News_.)

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

_Song of the Freedmen_: By A. R. Watson, Atlanta, Georgia. (E.
V. M.)

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

_Song of the Privateer_: By Quien Sabe? Baltimore, October 10,
1861. (R. B. B.)

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

_Song of the Privateer_: By Alexander H. Cummins: (R. R.)

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

_Song of the Rebel_: By Esten Cooke, Camp “No Camp.” December
1, 1862. (W. L.)

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

_Song of the Sentinel_: (Bohemian from the Richmond _Dispatch_)

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

_Song of the Sergeant of the Guard_: Written by the Guard Fire,
Vienna, Virginia, August 1, 1862. (July and August, ’62, S. L.
M.)

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

_The Song of the Snow_: By Mrs. M. J. Preston, Lexington,
Virginia. (C. S. B.)

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

_Song of the South_: (Bohemian, from the New Orleans Sunday
Delta.)

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

_The Song of the South_: (R. R.)

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

_Song of the South: Choir_: (Amaranth from _The Land We Love_.)

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

_Song of the Southern Soldier_: Air, “Barclay and Perkin’s
Drayman.” By P. E. C. (C. C., from the Richmond _Examiner_.)

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

_Song of the Southern Women_: By Julia Mildred. (P. & P. B.)

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

_The Song of the Sword_: Suggested at seeing a sick and wounded
Confederate soldier left to die at the Crater farm, near
Petersburg, Virginia, May 26, 1866 [1864?]. (C. C.)

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

_Song of the Texas Rangers_: Inscribed to Mrs. John H. Wharton.
Air, “Yellow Rose of Texas.” By Mrs. J. D. Young. (E. V. M.)

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

_Song of the Times_: (Hopkins.)

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

_Song of the Washington Volunteers_: (Randolph.)

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

_Song on General Scott_: Tune, “Poor Old Horse, Let Him Die.”
By N. B. J. (P. & P. B.)

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

_Song Written for the “Gilmer Blues” of Lexington, Georgia_:
Air, “Dixie.” By E. Young. (Bohemian.)

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

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

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

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

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

_Sonnet_: By Paul H. Hayne. (W. G. S.)

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

_Sonnet to Mrs. Isabella Quinnell_: By F. B., Globe Hospital,
Richmond, May, 1862. (W. F.)

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

_Sonnet: To Resistance_: By W. H. P. (S. L. M., May, ’62 from
the New Orleans _Delta_.)

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

_Sonnet Written in 1864_: (W. G. S. from the Charleston
_Mercury_.)

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

_Sons of Freedom_: By Nanny Gray. (Bohemian from the Richmond
_Whig_.)

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

_Sons of Kentucky_: (Randolph.)

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

_Sons of the South_: Air, “Bruce’s Address.” (Randolph.)

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

_Sons of the South, Arise!_ By W. G. Simms. (S. L. M., February
and March, ’62.)

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

_Souls of Heroes_: (W. G. S. from the Charleston _Mercury_.)

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

_Soul of the South, an Ode_: By Wm. Gilmore Simms. (S. L. M.,
February and March, ’62.)

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

_The South_: (Md. Hist. B.)

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

_The South (1865)_: By G. Savannah, Georgia, August 17, 1865.
(W. L.)

“Her head is bowed downwards: so pensive her air,
As she looks on the ground with her pale, solemn face,”--

_The South_: By Father Ryan. (C. S. B.)

“Yes, give me the land
Where the ruins are spread,”--

_The South_: By Charlie Wildwood. Music by John H. Hewitt,
published by Julian A. Selby, Columbia, South Carolina, (R. R.
and R. B. M., 1863.)

“The bright rose of beauty, unnurtur’d by art,
And purity’s lily doth thrive in thy heart”--

_The South and North_: (R. B. B., 101.)

“The Southrons and the Northers, oh
Have got into a fight,”--

_The South for Me_: (R. R.)

“The South for me! the sunny clime,
Where earth is clothed in beauty’s hue”--

_The South in Arms_: By Rev. J. B. Martin. (R. R.)

“Oh! see ye not the sight sublime,
Unequalled in all previous time”--

_The South is Up_: By P. E. C. (R. R.)

“The South is up in stern array--
Chasseurs and Zouaves and Gallic Guard”--

_The South; Or, I Love Thee the More_: (Alsb.)

“My heart in its sadness turns fondly to thee,
Dear land where our loved ones fought hard to be free”--

_The South Our Country_: By E. M. Thompson. (Fag.)

“Our country, our country, oh where may we find,
Amid all the proud relics of legion or story,”--

_Southern Carolina, A Patriotic Ode_: Charleston, South
Carolina, 1861. (Md. Hist. B.)

“Land of the Palmetto tree
Sweet home of liberty”--

_South Carolina_: By S. Henry Dickson. December 20, 1860. (W.
G. S.)

“The deed is done! the die is cast;
The glorious Rubicon is passed”--

_South Carolina_: By Gossipium. (W. G. S. from the Charleston
_Mercury_.)

“My brave old Country! I have watched thee long,
Still ever first to rise against the wrong;”--

_South Carolina_: By Willie Lightheart: (Bohemian from the
Charleston _Courier_.)

“My land, my Carolina, dear!
My warm, bright sunny home”--

_South Carolina Hymn of Independence_: Air, “The Marseillaise.”
[By C. B. Northrup]. (Outcast)

“South Carolinians! proudly see
Our state proclaimed to all the world”--

_The South Banner_: By Col. W. S. Hawkins, C. S. A., Camp
Chase, Ohio. (Fag.)

“Sing ho! for the Southerner’s meteor flag
As ’tis flung in its pride to the breeze,”--

_A Southern Battle Hymn_: May 25, 1861. (C. C.)

“God of our fathers! King of Kings!
Lord of the earth and sea!”--

_Southern Battle Song_: Air, “Bruce’s Address.” (R. R.)

“Raise the Southern flag on high!
Shout aloud the battle cry!”--

_Southern Battle Song_: By C. [James Cahill?] Baltimore,
October, 1862. (R. B. B., 102.)

“Come gallant sons of noble sires,
Whose bosoms glow with patriotic fires!”--

_Southern Border Song_: Air, “Blue Bonnets over the Border.”
(S. L. M., July, 1861.)

“March! March! Southerners fearlessly march!
Have ye not heard of the ruthless marauder?”--

_Southern Captives_: By Captain Sam Houston. (Alsb.)

“Softly comes the twilight, stealing softly through my prison bars;
While from out the vault of heaven gently glimmering come the
stars;”--

_Southern Chant of Defiance_: By Mrs. C. A. Warfield of
Kentucky. Music by A. E. Blackmar. (E. V. M.)

“You can never win them back;
Never, never;”--

_The Southern Cross_: (R. R.)

“Fling wide each fold, brave flag, unrolled,
In all thy breadth and length!”--

_The Southern Cross_: To His Excellency President Davis, from
his fellow citizens, Ellen Key Blunt, and J. T. Mason Blunt, of
Maryland and Virginia. Paris, 1862. (S. L. M., September and
October, 1862.) (R. R.)

“In the name of God! Amen!
Stand for our Southern rights!”--

_The Southern Cross_: By St. George Tucker, of Virginia. (S. L.
M., March, 1861.) (W. G. S.)

“Oh! say can you see through the gloom and the storm,
More bright for the darkness, that pure constellation?”--

_The Southern Flag_: Air, “A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea.”
(Fag.)

“Three cheers for the Southern flag,
That floats upon the gale,”--

_Southern Flag_: By Lt. Sam Houston. (Alsb.)

“Flag of the South! whose golden folds
Shine with a nation’s stars new-born,”--

_A Southern Gathering Song_: Air, “Hail Columbia.” By L.
Virginia French. (R. R.)

“Sons of the South, beware the foe!
Hark to the murmur deep and low”--

_Southern Girl and Parody_: The Homespun Plaid: (R. B. B., 104.)

“Oh, call me not a Southern girl,
I’m weary of the name;”--

_A Southern Girl’s Song_: Air, “Come away, love.” By Kentucky.
(S. O. S.)

“Come away, love, from our foes, love;
Come and seek a nobler cause”--

_The Southern Homes in Ruin_: By R. B. Vance, of North
Carolina. (W. G. S.)

“Many a gray-haired sire has died
As falls the oak--to rise no more,”--

_Southern Land_: Air, “Dixie’s Land.” (C. S. B. from the
Charleston _Courier_.)

“We dwell where skies are bright above us,
Cheered by smiles from all who love us,”--

_Southern Marseillaise_: Air, “Marseilles Hymn.” (Randolph.)

“Soldiers, rouse ye to the battle,
Arm, arm ye at your country’s call,”--

_Southern Marseillaise_: (J. M. S.)

“Sons of the South! awake to glory,
A thousand voices bid you rise,”--

_Southern Marseillaise_: (Beau.)

“Ye men of Southern hearts and feeling,
Arm, Arm! your struggling country calls”--

_The Southern Matron to Her Son_: Air, “Oh, No, My Love, No.”
(R. B. B., 105.)

“I weep as I leave you, with bitter emotion,
Yet view me in kindness, refraining from blame;”--

_Southern Mother’s Lament_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“The head that lay upon my breast--
O God! elsewhere it findeth rest,”--

_The Southern Oath_: By Rosa Vertner Jeffry. July 22, 1862. (E.
V. M.)

“By the cross upon our banner,
Glory of one Southern sky,”--

_Southern Patriotism_: January, 1861. (R. N. S. from the
Spartansburg _Express_.)

“Love thy country, thus each sire
With the lesson undefined,”--

_The Southern Patriot’s Lament_: Written in Fort Warren Prison
in 1864. (Amaranth.)

“I am a captive on a hostile shore,
Caged like the falcon from its native skies,”--

_Southern Pleiades_: By Laura Lorrimer. (Bohemian from the
Nashville _Patriot_.)

“When first our Southern flag arose,
Beside the heaving sea,”--

_Southern Prisoner Gives His Thanks to the Baltimore Ladies_:
Air, “American Boy.” (R. B. B., 72.)

“I left Winchester Court House, all in the month of May,
And from this great starvation I was glad to get away”--

_The Southern Republic_: By Olive Tully Thomas, Mississippi.
(W. G. S.)

“In the galaxy of nations
A nation’s flag unfurled,”--

_A Southern Scene, 1862_: (E. V. M.)

“‘Oh Mammy have you heard the news?’
Thus spake a Southern child,”--

_Southern Sentiment_: By Rev. A. M. Box. (Alsb.)

“The North may think the South will yield,
And seek for a place in the Union again;”--

_Southern Sentiment_: (Same as _The Northern Hordes_). Air,
“Let Haughty Gaul Invasion Threat.” By B., Baltimore, October
6, 1861. (R. B. B., 106.)

“The Northern hordes invasion threat,
But we are not alarmed;”--

_The Southern Soldier Boy_: As sung by Miss Sallie Partington
in the “Virginia Cavalier” at the Richmond New Theatre. Air,
“The Boy with the Auburn Hair.” By Capt. C. W. Alexander, R. A.
C. and A. P. M. (R. B. M., 1863.)

“Bob Roebuck is my sweetheart’s name,
He’s off to the wars and gone,”--

_Southern Soldier Boy_: By Father A. J. Ryan. (Fag.)

“Young as the youngest who donned the gray,
True as the truest who wore it,”--

_Southern Song_: Tune, “Wait for the Wagon.” (R. R. from the
Raleigh _Register_.)

“Come all ye sons of freedom,
And join our Southern band,”--

_A Southern Song_: By Miss Maria Grason, Queen Anne Co., Md.
(E. V. M., ’69.)

“While crimson drops our hearthstone stains,
And Northern despots forge our chain,”--

_Southern Song_: By L. M. (R. R. from the Louisville _Courier_.)

“If ever I consent to be married,
(And who would refuse a good mate?)”--

_A Southern Song_: Address to her Maryland lover by a Virginia
Girl. Air, “Fly to the Desert.” By M. F. Q. Richmond, May 3,
1861. (R. B. B.)

“Fly to the South, come fly to me
In Richmond there’s a home for thee;”--

_A Southern Song_: Reply to the Virginia Girl’s Address to her
Maryland Lover. By O. H. S. ---- Cola. Baltimore, 1861. (R. B.
B., 2.)

“Farewell to submission
Whoever may crave,”--

_Southern Song of Freedom_: Air, “The Minstrels’ Return.” By J.
H. H. (R. R.)

“A Nation has sprung into life
Beneath the bright Cross of the South”--

_Southern Union_: (Randolph.)

“Hail to the new-born nation! hail!
Shout till our plaudits reach the sky,”--

_The Southern Wagon in Kentucky_: Air, “Wait for the Wagon.” By
Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Some Southern wit, deriding, said they must take up behind,
The old Corncracker State, because at first she was too blind”--

_Southern War Cry_: Air, “Scots Wha Hae.” (R. R. from the New
Orleans _Picayune_.)

“Countrymen of Washington!
Countrymen of Jefferson!”--

_Southern War Song_: Air, “Scots Wha Hae.” By Baltimore. (Md.
Hist. B.)

“Southrons, lo! thy tyrant’s hand,
Stained with blood, pollutes your land,”--

_Southern War Song_: Air, “I’m Afloat.” (R. B. B., 108.)

“We shall win! we shall win! for our cause it is just,
Our arms ever ready, and in God is our trust,”--

_A Southern War Song_: By P. H. (R. B. B.)

“Arise ye Southern heroes, and gird your armor on,
The battle of your liberty is shortly to be won,”--

_Southern War Song_: By N. P. W. (R. R. from the Louisville
_Courier_.)

“To horse! to horse! our standard flies,
The bugles sound the call;”--

_Southern Wife_: By Walker Merriweather Bell, of Kentucky.
(Amaranth.)

“A price is on my darling’s head,
Outlawed and hunted down;”--

_Southern Woman’s Song_: (R. R. from the New Orleans
_Picayune_.)

“Stitch, stitch, stitch
Little needle swiftly fly,”--

_Southern Women_: By Jay W. Bee, P. A. C. S., Johnson’s Island,
Ohio, December, 1864. (W. L.)

“God bless our women, brave and true!
For them stern death we Southrons dare;”--

_Southern Yankee Doodle_: (Randolph.)

“The Yankee bigots say they’ll tear
Our Southron Flag asunder,”--

_Southern Yankee Doodle_: Air, “Yankee Doodle.” (R. B. B., 107.)

“The gallant Major Anderson!
A bold and fearless Ranger,”--

_Southland_: The Prize Song. Awarded prize in prize song
contest conducted in 1864 by Mr. W. F. Wisely of Mobile,
Alabama. (S. B. P.)

“They sing of the East
With its flowery feast,”--

_The Southland Fears No Foeman_: By J. W. M. Anniesdale, near
Murfreesboro, North Carolina. (S. L. M., February, 1861.)

“The Southland fears no foeman,
Her eagles yet are free;”--

_The Southron Mother’s Charge_: By Thomas B. Hood, New Orleans,
Louisiana. (R. R.)

“You go, my son, to the battle field--
To repel the invading foe;”--

_Southrons O!_ (W. L.)

“By the cross upon our banner,
Glory of our Southern sky,”--

_The Southron’s War Song_: By J. A. Wagener of South Carolina
(E. V. M. from the Charleston _Courier_, June 11, 1861.)

“Arise! Arise! with main and might,
Sons of the sunny clime!”--

_Southron’s Watchword_: (In Imitation of an English Song of the
Crimean War.) By M. F. Bigney, 1861. (Fag.)

“What shall the Southron’s watchword be,
Fighting for us on land and sea?”--

_Southrons! Yield Not to Despair!_ (Written by a young lady of
Baltimore, immediately after a late reverse of our cause.) (S.
L. M., Feb., ’64.)

“Southrons! yield not to despair--
Weep not, mothers, wives forlorn;”--

_The South’s Appeal to Washington_: (C. C.)

“Say, would’st thou tamely stand?
Say, would’st thou see”--

_Spare Us, Good Lord!_ Written while ---- was playing “Lurlei.”
By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“By thy sad Passion, hear us,
Send living hope to cheer us;”--

_Spirit of 1861_: By C. S. A. (R. B. B., 109.)

“Arise Confederates! hear your country’s call!
The hour is come, the hour to do or die,”--

_The Spirit of ’60_: (Bohemian from the Columbus _Times_.)

“Sons of the South arise,
Your insulted country cries,”--

_The Spirits of the Fathers_: By Henry Lomas. (R. R.)

“We are watching that land when Liberty awoke,--
Like beams of the morning through darkness it broke,”--

_Spring_: By Henry Timrod. (W. G. S.)

“Spring with that nameless pathos in the air--
Which dwells with all things fair,”--

_Stack Arms_: Written in the prison of Fort Delaware, Delaware,
on hearing of the surrender of General Lee. By Jos. Blyth
Alston. (W. G. S.)

“‘Stack arms!’ I’ve gladly heard the cry
When, weary with the dusty tread,”--

_Stand By Your Flag_: (Randolph.)

“Stand by your flag, ye Southrons brave,
You hold it as fair Freedom’s trust,”--

_The Standard Bearer_: Respectfully dedicated to Miss Belle B.
Taylor of Richmond, Virginia. By Major J. N. P. Music by N. S.
Coleman. Published by Geo. Dunn & Co., Richmond, Virginia. (R.
B. M., 1864.)

“A shout, a shout for Victory!
A cheer from the blood-red field,”--

_Star of the South_: (S. L. M., April, ’61.)

“Star of the South! Break forth on the nation!
Break forth o’er the land, beam out of the sea!”--

_Star of the West_: (R. R.)

“I wish I was in de land o’ cotton,
Old Times dair ain’t not forgotten”--

_Star of the West: or The Reinforcement_: [By C. B. Northrup.]
(Outcast.)

“Glory be to God on high!
Glory be to the God of right!”--

_Starry Cross of the Sunny South_: A vision. (W. L.)

“The great Architect now erects in the skies
A new constellation that dazzles our eyes:”--

_The Stars and Bars_: (Fag.)

“Oh, the South is the queen of all nations,
The home of the brave and the true,”--

_The Stars and Bars_: (S. B. W.)

“Young stranger, what land claims thy birth?
For thy flag is but new to the sea,”--

_The Stars and Bars_: (R. R.)

“’Tis sixty-two!--and sixty-one,
With the old Union, now is gone,”--

_The Stars and Bars_: Air, “Star Spangled Banner.” (R. B. B.,
110.)

“Oh! say do you see now so vauntingly borne
In the hands of the Yankee, the Hessian, and Tory,”--

_The Stars and Bars_: By A. J. Requier. (Bohemian from the
Sunday _Delta_.)

“Fling wide the dauntless banner--
To every Southern breeze,”--

_The Stars and The Bars_: (Randolph.)

“Above us our banner is waving,
The hope of the brave and the free,”--

_The Star Spangled Banner_: Baltimore. Published by Louis
Bonsal. (R. B. B., 109.)

“Oh say can you see by the dawn’s early light--
On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,”--

_The Star Spangled Cross and the Pure Field of White_: Written
and composed by Subaltern. Richmond, Virginia. Geo. Dunn and
Co., Publishers. (R. B. M., 1864.)

“The Star Spangled Cross and the pure field of white
Is the banner we give to the breeze:”--

_The State and the Starling_: By A. (B. C. L., Ledger 1411.)

“Starling! starling! airy of wing,
Wherefore a lonely prisoner there.”--

_Steady and Ready_: (E. V. M.)

“Steady, when fortune’s dark shadows surround us,
Calm, when the winds of adversity blow;”--

_Stonewall_: (E. V. M.)

“Weep for the mighty dead,
The nation’s joy and pride:”--

_The Stonewall Cemetery_: Lines written by Mrs. M. B. Clark
of North Carolina (“Tenella”) in behalf of the “Stonewall”
Cemetery, Winchester, Virginia. (E. V. M.)

“The storm of war which swept our country wide,
Like snow-flakes, scattered graves on every side,”--

_Stonewall Jackson_: Air, “Star Spangled Banner.” (J. M. S.)

“Oh, say, who is he, through the wilderness dark,
With his warrior legions advancing to battle?”--

_Stonewall Jackson_: Air, The “Coronack.” (Fag.)

“Unmoved in the battle,
Whilst friends and foes swerved,”--

_Stonewall Jackson_: By H. L. Flash, May 10, 1863. (E. V. M.)

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

_Stonewall Jackson_: By L. H. M., Huntsville, Alabama, May 18,
1863. (Im.)

“He sleeps ’neath the soil that the hero loved well,
In the land of his birth, his own sunny South,”--

_Stonewall Jackson_: “Canada pays a tribute to the Lion of
the Valley. The following appeared originally in the Montreal
_Advertiser_.” (S. L. M., Ed. Table. September and October,
’62.)

“Not in the dim Cathedral,
Filled with the organ’s tones,”--

_Stonewall Jackson_: By the Kilkenny Man (Dublin Nation).
[Irish?] (Amaranth.)

“God rest you! Stonewall Jackson--
Now your gallant heart is still,”--

_Stonewall Jackson: In Memoriam_: May 20, 1863. (W. L.)

“Oh! weep, our gallant chief’s among the dead!
Cold lies the sod above his noble head,”--

_Stonewall Jackson_: Mortally Wounded--“The Brigade must not
know, sir.” (W. G. S.)

“‘Who’ve ye got there?’ ‘Only a dying brother,
Hurt at the front just now,’”--

_Stonewall Jackson_: A Dirge. (W. G. S.)

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

_Stonewall Jackson on the Eve of Battle_: By Mrs. Catherine A.
Warfield. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“In the camp the waning watch-fire,
Throws a dim and lurid glare,”--

_Stonewall Jackson’s Grave_: By Mrs. M. J. Preston of
Lexington, Virginia. (E. V. M.)

“A simple sodded mound of earth,
With not a line above it,”--

_“Stonewall” Jackson’s Way_: By John Williamson Palmer, M.D.
Oakland, Md., September 17, 1862. S. L. M., Ed. Table, Feb.,
’63. (E. V. M.)

“Come, stack arms, men! Pile on the rails;
Stir up the camp fire bright;”--

_Stonewall Song_: Air, “Wait for the Wagon.” (Randolph.)

“Come, Louisiana soldiers, and listen to my Song,
And if you’ll just be patient, I won’t detain you long:”--

_Stonewall’s Sable Seers_: By Mrs. C. A. Warfield. Beechmore,
Oldham County, Kentucky. (E. V. M.)

“‘I’ll tell you wat, ole Cato,’
Quoth Cuff by the bright camp fire,”--

_Story of the Merrimac_: As told to the Watt’s Creek Picket.
By Susan Archer Talley. Fort McHenry, April, 1862. (S. L. M.,
Sept. & Oct., 1862.)

“Calm was the earth and calm the air,
And calm the water’s flow,”--

_The Stranger’s Death_: (E. V. M.)

“No mother bends with tender care,
To kiss his burning brow,”--

_Strike for the South_: (S. B. Liv.)

“Strike for the South! let her name ever be
The boast of the true and the brave,”--

_Stuart_: By W. Winston Fontaine, of Virginia, May, 1864. (E.
V. M.)

“Mourn, mourn along thy mountains high!
Mourn, mourn along thine ocean wave!”--

_Stuart_: By Mrs. Henry J. Vose. (Fag.)

“Oh! mother of states and of men,
Bend low thy queenly head,”--

_Stuart: A Ballad_: By Paul H. Hayne. (Amaranth from the
_Southern Illustrated News_.)

“A cup of your potent ‘mountain dew,’
By the camp fire’s ruddy light”--

_The Substitutes_: Dramatic Dialogue. By Paul H. Hayne. (Sunny
from the _Southern Illustrated News_.)

“How says’t thou? die tomorrow? Oh My Friend!
The bitter, bitter doom!”--

_Sumter: A Ballad of 1861_: By E. O. Murden. (Bohemian from the
Charleston _Courier_.)

“’Twas on the twelfth of April,
Before the break of day,”--

_Sumter In Ruins_: By W. Gilmore Simms: (W. G. S. from the
Charleston _Mercury_.)

“Ye batter down the lion’s den,
But yet the lordly beast goes free;”--

_A Sunday Reverie_: By James R. Randall. (E. V. M.)

“Beyond my dingy window-pane,
This beaming Sunday morn,”--

_Sunny South_: (R. B. B., 109.)

“To arms, to arms and old Abe shall see,
That we have a Southern Confederacy,”--

_Surrender of the A. N. Va., April 10, 1865_: By Florence
Anderson, Kentucky. (Amaranth.)

“Have we wept till our eyes were dim with tears,
Have we borne the sorrows of four long years,”--

_Sweethearts and the War_: (R. R.)

“Oh, dear! it’s shameful, I declare,
To see the men all go,”--

_The Sword of Harry Lee_: By James D. McCabe, Jr. Vicksburg,
Miss. (P. &. P. B.)

“An aged man all bowed with years,
Sits by his hearthstone old,”--

_The Sword of Robert Lee_: Words by Moina [Rev. A. J. Ryan].
Music by Armand. (C. S. B.)

“Forth from its scabbard, pure and bright,
Flashed the sword of Lee,”--

_Taking of Munson’s Hill, Virginia_: (B. C. L., Ledger 1411.)

“One morning, just before the break of day,
A Major called his men to march away,”--

_Tear Down That Flag_: By Theodore H. Hill. (Bohemian.)

“Tear down the flag of constellated stars!
Blot out its field of blue!”--

_Tell the Boys the War is Ended_: By Emily J. Moore. (W. G. S.)

“‘Tell the boys the war is ended,’--
These were all the words he said,”--

_Tennessee! Fire Away_: (Md. Hist. B.)

“Black Republican bandits
Have crossed to our shore,”--

_Tennessee!_ Written for _The Avalanche_. (Im.)

“Farewell, oh Union! once beloved
So tenderly by me;”--

_The Tennessee Exile’s Song_: By P. V. P. (S. S.)

“I hear the rushing of her streams,
The murmuring of her trees,”--

_Tennessee’s Noble Volunteers_: (Randolph.)

“Brave men! thou’rt going forth to face
A bold unsulting foe”--

_Terry’s Texas Rangers_: Air, “When the Swallows Homeward Fly.”
By Estelle. (Alsb.)

“Where the battles fiercest rage, and the red blood thickest lies,
Where the gauntlet and the gage are caught up ’neath burning skies,”--

_The Texan Marseillaise_: By James Haines, of Texas. (W. G. S.
from the _Southern Confederacy_.)

“Sons of the South, arouse for battle!
Gird on your armor for the fight!”--

_Texas and Virginia_: Air, “Annie Laurie.” By Capt. P. M.
Salor. (Alsb.)

“The Texas boys are valiant, their courage none deny,
And for their country’s freedom they lay them down and die.”--

_Texas Land!_ Air, “My Maryland.” By John Shearn, Esq., of
Houston. (Alsb.)

“When first war’s clarions sounded loud,
Texas land, Texas land,”--

_Texas Marseillaise_: By G. B. Milnor. (Alsb.)

“O ye sons of Freedom! now arise!
’Tis your Country that calls on you”--

_The Texas Ranger_: Air, “Dixie.” By R. R. Carpenter, Debray’s
Regiment. (Alsb.)

“Away down South, where the Rio Grande
Rolls its tides thro’ the post-oak sandy,”--

_Texan Rangers_: Published by M. Morgan, Galveston, Texas.
Confederate States, 1861. (R. B. B., 112.)

“They come! they come! see their bayonets bright,
They sparkle and flash across hollow and height,”--

_Texas Rangers at the Battle of Chickamauga--the Stream of
Death_: Dedicated to Capt. Dave Terry, of General Wharton’s
staff. Air, “American Star.” (Alsb.)

“Stand firm, Texas Rangers! the foe is advancing,
We’ll drive back the ruffians, or die on the field”--

_Texas Sentinel in Virginia_: By G. B. Milnor. (Alsb.)

“Luna shone in royal splendor,
Effulgent o’er the Texian tent”--

_The Texas Soldier Boy_: By a lad fifteen years old, of the
Arizona Brigade. (Alsb.)

“Come all you Texas soldiers, wherever you may be,
I’ll tell you of some trouble that happened unto me”--

_Texian Appeal_: Air, “Bonnie Blue Flag.” By Col. Washington
Hamilton. Cold Springs, Polk Co., Texas. (Alsb.)

“Dissevered from her sister states, begirt by foes around,
And with her best and bravest bands afar on kindred ground,”--

_Texians, To Your Banner Fly_: Air, “Scots wha’ hae.” By S. P.
R. of Galveston, Texas. August 4, 1863. (Alsb.)

“Texians, to your banner fly,
Texians, now your valor try,”--

_Thanksgiving for Victory_: Air, “The Watcher.” By Kentucky.
(S. O. S.)

“Let the church bells anthems peal,
Glad but low;”--

_That Bugler: Or the Upidee Song_: As sung by the Washington
Artillery, New Orleans, 1862. By Sergeant A. G. Knight, 2nd
Co., Bat., Washington Artillery, New Orleans. (Alsb.)

“The shades of night were falling fast, tra-la-la-tra-la-la,
The bugler blew that well known blast, tra-la-la-tra-la-la,”--

_Them Saucy Masked Batteries_: Air, “Bobbin Around.” (R. B. B.,
112.)

“The Yankee soldiers went down south,
Bobbin around,”--

_Then and Now_: Written on returning to my home which had been
burned and desolated by Sherman’s army. By J. C. J. (W. L.)

“I saw a scene at sunrise,
A year or two ago,”--

_There is Life in Old Maryland Yet_: By Cola. Baltimore, March
25, 1862. (R. B. B. 75.)

“Again a smothered voice speaks out,
In accents bold and strong,”--

_There is No Peace_: By G. B. S. Cottage Home, 1865. (W. L.)

“They tell us that glad Peace once more has smiled,
Upon this land from out the summer sky;”--

_There is Nothing Going Wrong_: Dedicated to Old Abe. By A. M.
W. New Orleans, March 4, 1861. (R. R.)

“There’s a general alarm.
The South’s begun to arm”--

_There’s Life in the Old Land Yet_: By J. B. Baltimore, March
25, 1862. (R. B. B., 77½.)

“There’s life in the land that gave Carroll his birth,
Its presence is felt throughout the wise earth”--

_There’s Life in the Old Land Yet_: By Frank Key Howard. (S. S.)

“Through the soil of old Maryland echoes the tread
Of an insolent soldiery now”--

_There’s Life in the Old Land Yet_: Words by James R. Randall.
(Music by Edward O. Eaton.) (C. S. B. from the New Orleans
_Delta_, September 1, 1861.)

“By blue Patapsco’s billowy dash
The tyrant’s war-shout comes,”--

_There’s Nobody Hurt_: (R. B. B., 111.)

“There lives a man in Washington,
A narrow-minded squirt,”--

_They Are Not Dead_: By Fanny Downing. 1865. (C. C.)

“They are not dead! they do but keep
That vigil, which shall never know,”--

_They Cry Peace, Peace, When There is No Peace_: By Mrs.
Alethea S. Burroughs, of Georgia. (W. G. S. from a Charleston
Broadside.)

“They are ringing peace on my heavy ear--
No peace to my heavy heart!”--

_Thinking of the Soldiers_: November 24, 1861. (R. R. from the
Richmond _Dispatch_.)

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

_The Thirty-Seventh Congress_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Now, isn’t this Congress of ours something rare?
It wants to see how much poor fools can bear”--

_Thou and I_: By Fanny Downing. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“Dewy night has fallen, love!
All around lies hushed in sleep”--

_Thou Art Dead, My Mother!_ By Gen. M. Jefferson Thompson.
(Sunny.)

“I’ve stood ’mid many a battle blast,
And braved the shock of charging horse,”--

_Three Cheers for Our Jack Morgan_: By Eugene Raymond. (J. M.
S.)

“The snow is in the cloud,
And night is gathering o’er us”--

_The Times_: Inscribed to all “God’s Freemen.” By Kate. Fairfax
Court House, Va. (R. R.)

“Come, list to my song,
It will not be long,”--

_’Tis Midnight in the Southern Sky_: By Mrs. M. J. Young.
(Alsb.)

“’Tis midnight in the Southern sky--
See the starry cross decline!”--

_To A Company of Volunteers--Receiving Their Banner at the
Hands of the Ladies_: By Cora. (S. L. M., July, 1861.)

“Soldiers, hail, ye gallant band,
Marshalled at your Country’s call,”--

_To a Dear Comforter_: By B. H. Jones. (Sunny.)

“Musing o’er my gloomy fortune--
Thinking of a world so drear”--

_To A Mocking Bird_: On being waked by its song, near the
camp, in the dusk of morning. By E. F. W. (Amaranth, from the
_Southern Illustrated News_.)

“Sweet bird that thrill’st with early note
The hedge-row charred and sere,”--

_The Toast of Morgan’s Men_: By Capt. Thorpe, of Kentucky. (E.
V. M.)

“Unclaimed in the land that bore us,
Lost in the land we find,”--

_A Toast to Virginia_: Tune: “Red, White and Blue.” (R. B. B.,
113.)

“A toast to Virginia, God bless her!
The Mother of heroes and states!”--

_To Brother Jonathan, on the Dictatorship of Abe Lincoln_: By
J. I. R., of Richmond. (S. L. M., Ed. Table, April, ’63.)

“Oh, Jonathan! you little thought, when all your hills, and vales
Rang with the cheers for ‘Honest Abe,’ the splitter of the rails,”--

_To Colonel John H. Morgan, 2d Regiment, Kentucky Cavalry_: By
Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Our hero-chief, Kentucky’s pride,
To whom she gladly doth confide”--

_To Exchange-Commissioner Ould_: By Major George McKnight. “Asa
Hartz.” (Sunny.)

“Dear Uncle Bob: I fear your head
Has gone a-thinking I am dead;”--

_To General Beauregard_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Rouse thee my sad hero! rouse thee now to the fray!
In the Yankee ranks scatter wild fear and dismay”--

_To General Winfield Scott_: By William H. Holcombe,
Waterproof, Louisiana, August, 1861. (S. L. M., Sept. ’61.)

“Old Man! I pity thee; but not because,
Too shallow for deep thought and falsely great,”--

_To Go or Not to Go_: By Exempt. (Hubner.)

“To go or not to go! that is the question,
Whether it pays best to suffer pestering”--

_To Him_: Who was our President, and who is and ever will be
our honored and beloved. By Fanny Downing. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“From out your prison by the sea,
Your thoughts at least may wander free,”--

_To Johnston’s Name_: In Memory of General A. S. Johnston.
Air, “Roy’s Wife of Aldavallach.” By Judge Tod Robinson, of
California. (Alsb.)

“We’ll stop the flow of festive mirth--
From social joys a moment borrow”--

_To Kentuckians_: On the Dispersion of the Convention at
Frankfort, by Col. Gilbert. (W. L.)

“If in your ‘ashes live their unwonted fires,’
If ye are sons of your heroic sires”--

_To Kentucky_: By an advocate of State’s Rights. By Kentucky.
(S. O. S.)

“I lay my hand upon thy breast,
They who strike thee must pierce me first”--

_Toll and Peal: To the Memory of Charles D. Dreux_: By Mrs.
Marie B. Williams. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“Toll for the warrior! toll!
A requiem sad, yet high”--

_To Madame Therese Pulsky_: Who with her husband, followed
General Kossuth in his Exile. By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“I’m gazing on the pleasant face,
And thinking of the time,”--

_To Maryland--Friends are Nigh_: By William Gilmore Simms.
(Bohemian.)

“Friends are nigh; despair not,
Though fast in the despot’s chain!”--

_To Miss ----, of Virginia_: By Stella. Alabama, August 1,
1866. (E. V. M.)

“Hail gentle patron of our stricken land!
Thrice welcome to our ever grateful shore;”--

_To Miss C. P. B. of Athens, Tennessee_: By Col. B. H. Jones.
Johnson’s Island, July, 1865. (Sunny.)

“Musing lonely, sadly musing,
Is my Island prison drear,”--

_To Miss K. A. S. of Alexandria, Virginia_: By Col. B. H.
Jones. (Sunny.)

“Maiden, through death’s gloomy portal,
In the far cerulean blue,”--

_To Mr. Lincoln_: (Randolph.)

“Old honest Abe, you are a babe,
In military glory;”--

_To Mr. Vallandigham_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“O Chatham of our day, to thee I turn
While my sick heart with freshened strength doth burn,”--

_To Mrs. Rosanna Osterman_: By Col. A. M. Hobby. (Alsb.)

“Amidst the deep corruption of the age,
Where Vice and Folly universal rage,”--

_To My Soldier Brother_: By Sallie E. Ballard of Texas. (W. G.
S.)

“When softly gathering shades of ev’n,
Creep o’er the prairies broad and green,”--

_To My Soldier: May God Love Thee, My Beloved, May God Love
Thee!_ (S. L. M., Ed. Table. April, ’63.)

“Warm from my bosom I send you this,
Deep in my heart these thoughts were nursed,”--

_To My Sons in Virginia_: (Randolph.)

“My children, I have sent ye forth
To battle for the right”--

_To Our Dead of New Hope_: Corporal W. H. Brunet and Private R.
A. Beidgens. By F. B. Kennesaw Ridge, June 16, 1864. (W. F.)

“They sleep the deep sleep ’neath the sanctified sod,
Made holy by patriot gore;”--

_Too Young to Die_: By John B. Smith, Nashville, Tennessee,
December, ’64. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“On the hard fought field where the battle storm
Had echoed its sullen thunder,”--

_The Tories of Virginia_: (R. R. from the Richmond _Examiner_.)

“In the ages gone by, when Virginia arose
Her honor and truth to maintain,”--

_To Sauerwein_: Air, “My Maryland.” By a Member of the
Baltimore Corn Exchange. Baltimore, June, 1862. (R. B. B., 86.)

“The Union men have left the flour
Sauerwein! Poor ‘Sour Wine’”--

_To the Baltimore Poet--Thomas H. M-rr-s_: Author of “How They
Act in Baltimore.” By Mephistopheles K. G. S. Baltimore, June
10, 1862. (R. B. B., 86.)

“So Tom has turned a poet, what a dear
Dull, stupid trait’rous ass’”--

_To the Beloved Memory of Major General Tom Green_: By Captain
Edwin Hobby. Galveston, May 28, 1864. (Alsb.)

“In the land of the orange groves, sunshine and flowers,
Is heard the funereal tread,”--

_To the Confederate Dead_: By Col. W. W. Fontaine. Johnson’s
Island, June, 1863. (Sunny.)

“Comrades, sleep your sleep of glory,
In your narrow soldier graves,”--

_To the Confederate Flag Over Our State House_: Air, “Oh, saw
ye the lass?” By Kentucky. September 6, 1862. (S. O. S.)

“Float proudly o’er Frankfort, thou flag of my heart!
The dread of oppressors and hirelings thou art,”--

_To the Congress of the C. S. A._: With the design of a Flag.
[By C. B. Northrup]. (Outcast.)

“Dishonor not our great and ancient flag,
That banner which, through fields of blood,”--

_To the Davis Guards_: By Lt. W. P. Cunningham. (Alsb.)

“Soldiers! raise your banner proudly,
Let it pierce our Texan sky”--

_To the Front_: By James Barron Hope. (Bohemian.)

“Hark! now I hear the distant fire,
Our pickets on the line return”--

_To the Governor of Ohio_: Dedicated to Lieut. T. Bullitt, 2d
Reg., Ky. Cavalry. By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Put them in a convict’s cell!
That’s the worst that you can do!”--

_To the Ladies of Baltimore_: By Mrs. Bettie C. Locke.
Shenandoah Valley, May, 1866. (E. V. M.)

“For those so fair and kind and true, who felt for others grief,
We of the South would now entwine fame’s bright undying wreath!”--

_To the Ladies of Virginia_: By Col. W. W. Fontaine. (Sunny.)

“Mothers, wives and maidens fair!
Mournful, with disheveled hair,”--

_To the Maryland Sons of Revolutionary Sires!_ Dedicated to
Miss M. H. Air, “Auld Lang Syne.” (R. B. B., 77.)

“Ye sons of Sires, of manly deeds, who died for love of right,
Again the despot spoils your lands and justice bids you fight”--

_To the Memory of Col. Thos. S. Lubbock_: Dedicated to Gov. E.
F. R. Lubbock. By Col. Alfred M. Hobby. (Alsb.)

“Drape in gloom our Southern Ensign! Gently fold its crimson bars,
While cypress wreaths around it twine, and dim with tears its burning
stars”--

_To the Memory of General Thomas S. Jackson_: By K., White’s
Battalion, May 17, 1863. (Private Mss.)

“Give me the death of those
Who for their country die”--

_To the Memory of Jackson of Alexandria, Virginia_: Air, “Scots
wha’ hae wi Wallace bled.” By Andrew Devilbiss. (Wash’n 91.)

“Here’s to Jackson brave and true,
Whom the base invaders slew,”--

_To the Parents of the Youthful Patriot, Melzar G. Fiske_,
who fell mortally wounded at the battle of Malvern Hill, near
Richmond, July 1, 1862. By their friend and Pastor, Rev. I. W.
K. Handy, D. D. (S. L. M., Ed. Table, March, ’63.)

“Father! Mother! dry your tears;
Cease your noble boy to mourn,”--

_To The Rappahannock_: By James D. Blackwell. (E. V. M., ’69.)

“Flow on, thou bright river, flow on to the deep,
And soothe with thy murmurs the dead in their sleep”--

_To The Sons of the Sunny South_: Written by a lad only twelve
or thirteen years old. March 20, 1862. (S. L. M., Ed. Table,
April, ’62.)

“O that I were a man, that I could grasp the sword,
By love of country and high hopes of victory lured,”--

_To the Southern Cross_: By Henry C. Alexander. (S. L. M.,
August, ’63.)

“Celestial cross, that with such steady gaze,
Dost beam upon the tossing Southern main,”--

_To the Victor Belong the Spoils_: Suggested by the edifying
spectacle of an officer exhibiting publicly on the cars, to his
delighted wife, a carpet-sack filled with silver plate robbed
from Southern homes, and marked with the owner’s names. By
Walker Meriweather Bell. (W. L.)

“Oh, twine me a garland of laurel, my love!
To rest and recruit from my wounds.”--

_The Tree, The Serpent and The Star_: By A. P. Gray, of South
Carolina. (W. G. S.)

“From the silver sands of a gleaming shore,
Where the wild sea-waves were breaking”--

_The Trees of the South_: By Rev. A. J. Ryan. (Amaranth):

“Old trees, old trees, in your mystic gloom,
There is many a warrior laid,”--

_Tribute to the Ladies of New Orleans_: By F. B. Dalton,
Georgia, March 25, 1864. (W. F.)

“There was a city fabulously grand;
The riches of the world were in her hand,”--

_The Triple-Barred Banner_: By Col. W. S. Hawkins. (Sunny.)

“Oh, Triple-Barred Banner! the badge of the free!
What coward would falter in duty to thee”--

_The Trooper to His Steed_: By Susan Archer Talley of Virginia.
(Amaranth, from the _Southern Illustrated News_.)

“Away! my steed in thy joyous pride,
With thy flashing eye, and thy bounding stride!”--

_True-Heart Southrons_: Air, “Blue Bonnets over the Border.”
(R. R.)

“For trumpet and drum, have the soft voice of maiden;
For the trumpet of armed men, have the maze of the dance;”--

_True Irish Valor_: By Miss Mollie E. Moore. Sabine Pass,
Texas, September 8, 1863. (Alsb.)

“Thank God! there’s one chord in all men’s hearts
That is tuned alike, the one”--

_True Southern Hearts_: By E. S., Baltimore County, August 19.
(R. B. B., 113.)

“It is evening of a sultry day,
And my darlings two, on the steps at play”--

_True to His Name_: (R. R., from the New Orleans _True Delta_.)

“In ancient days, Jehovah said,
In voice both sweet and calm,”--

_True to the Gray_: By Pearl Rivers. A. D., 1865. (C. C.)

“I cannot listen to your words,
The land is long and wide”--

_True to the Last_: By Col. W. S. Hawkins. (E. V. M.)

“The bugles blow the battle call,
And through the camp each stalwart band,”--

_A Truth Spoken in Jest_: Inscribed to Private ----, 2d Ky.
Cav., who was wounded in a fight at Paris, Kentucky. Air, “Old
Rosin the bow.” By Kentucky, July 31. (S. O. S.)

“The tune was, I said, ‘I won’t marry,’
But oh! how could I then have e’er thought”--

_The Turtle_: (E. V. M.)

“Caesar, afloat with his fortunes!
And all the world agog!”--

_The Twelfth Star_: Kentucky seceded in convention assembled at
Mayfield. By Kentucky, October, 1861. (S. O. S.)

“Kentucky’s the twelfth Star. Now she is great,
Greatest in her forgetfulness of self;”--

_A Twilight Prayer_: Written in the dark, Whitsunday morning,
after Beast Butler’s infamously famous order had been
promulgated in New Orleans. By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“God of Battles, hear and save us,
From the foes who would enslave us!”--

_The Two Armies_: By Henry Timrod. (W. G. S. from the _Southern
Illustrated News_.)

“Two armies stand enrolled beneath,
The banner with the starry wreath”--

_Two Years Ago_: By a drafted Wide-Awake. (R. B. B., 113.)

“I was a glorious Wide-Awake,
All marching in a row;”--

_The Tyrant’s Cap_: (R. B. B., 71.)

“The galling chain has fettered now,
Our free and noble state:”--

_Uncle Abe, or a Hit at the Times_: Air, “Villikins and His
Dinah.” 1861. (R. B. B., 71.)

“In the town of Chicago as you know very well,
Lived a man who aspired in the White House to dwell”--

_Uncle Jerry_: By William H. Holcombe, M.D. (Bohemian.)

“Why Jerry, what means all this sadness and fear?
Here’s your bitter man! why do you cry?”--

_Uncle Sam_: Air, “Nelly Bly.” By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Uncle Sam! Uncle Sam! De way you take is wrong;
You’ll neber bring us back agin by cruel war and long”--

_Uncle Snow_: (R. B. B., 113.)

“Oh, my name is Uncle Snow, and I’d have you all to know,
I’m an artist wid de brush by profession;”--

_The Unforgotten_: By W. Winston Fontaine, Virginia. (Amaranth
from the Richmond _Inquirer_.)

“When golden lines of evening light
Along the tops of mountains rest;”--

_Uniform of Gray_: By Evan Elbert. (S. B. P.)

“The Briton boasts his coat of red,
With lace and spangles decked”--

_The United States Eagle_: By Kentucky, April 29. (S. O. S.)

“Straws show the way the wind blows,
And I’ve often thought an emblem grows:”--

_The Unknown Confederate Soldier_: (C. C.)

“In a little lonely hillock
Where the South wind softly sighs”--

_The Unknown Dead_: To Maj. David Bridgford, C. S. A., as sung
by Miss Ella Wren: Written and composed by John H. Hewitt.
Savannah, Ga. John C. Schreiner & Son. (R. B. M., 1863.)

“Where the mountain ash nods to the tempest’s wild howling,
Where the echo shrinks in the wall dark and deep”--

_The Unknown Dead_: By Henry Timrod. (W. G. S.)

“The rain is splashing on my sill,
But all the winds of Heaven are still,”--

_An Unknown Hero_: By Wm. Gordon McCabe, Camp near Richmond,
1862. (Amaranth, from the _Southern Illustrated News_.)

“Sweet Malvern Hill is wreathed in flame,
From serried ranks the steel is gleaming”--

_The Unreturning_: (S. S.)

“The swallow leaves the ancient eaves,
As in the days agone;”--

_Uprise, Ye Braves!_ By G. H. M., of the Washington Artillery.
S. L. M., November and December, 1863. (Bohemian, from the
Richmond _Despatch_.)

“Uprise, ye braves of Southern birth!
Uplift your flag on high,”--

_Up! Up! Let the Stars of our Banner_: Respectfully Dedicated
to the Soldiers of the South: By M. F. Bigney. (R. R.)

“Up, up, let the stars of our banner,
Flash out like the brilliants above,”--

_Up With the Flag_: Composed and respectfully dedicated to
the 4th N. C. Troops. By Dr. Wm. B. Harrell. Arranged for
pianoforte by Mrs. Harrell. Richmond, Virginia. George Dunn and
Co. (R. B. M., 1863.)

“Oh come boys, come with a merry heart and will; up with the flag,
up with the flag
And bear it onward to victory still, up with the flag and away”--

_Valentine_: By F. B. Macon, February 14, 1865. (W. F.)

“Love dwells within your sunny smiles,
And heaven in your heart”--

_The Valiant Conscript_: (Lee.)

“How are you, boys, I’m just from camp,
And feel as brave as Caesar;”--

_The Valley of the Shenandoah_: By a soldier of the Army of
Northern Virginia. (E. V. M.)

“The peace of the valley is fled,
The calm of its once happy bowers”--

_Vanguard of our Liberty._ Air, “Boy’s Wife.” By Kentucky. (S.
O. S.)

“The Yanks were sure that we were theirs,
Submissive prey of the Northern bears,”--

_The Vanquished Patriot’s Prayer_: (E. V. M.)

“Ruler of nations! bow thy ear,
I cannot understand”--

_Vengeance Is Mine_: Saith the Lord, “I will repay.” By Walker
Meriweather Bell. (Amaranth.)

“It is not always dark!
When night’s black shades are round us chill”--

_The Very Latest From Butler_: (R. B. B., 11½.)

“Some generals love the battle’s roar,
And laurels red and gory;”--

_Vicksburg--A Ballad_: By Paul H. Hayne, Columbia, South
Carolina, August 6, 1862. (W. G. S.)

“For sixty days and upwards
A storm of shell and shot”--

_Victory_: Written on hearing of the victory of Gen. Morgan at
Hartsville, Tenn. By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Oh, how I thrill in ev’ry nerve!
I, who for tyrants never swerve”--

_The Victory of Truth_: A Story of the Olden Time. By Col. W.
S. Hawkins. (Sunny.)

“At the trumpet’s blast the gates flew open wide,
And thousands packed the court”--

_Vidi Ami Plorare_: By Lieut. J. E. Dooley. (Sunny.)

“Methinks I see him even now,--
His smiling lips and soft blue eyes;”--

_Violets in Lent_: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“Light is breaking from the clouds,
Wintry snow no more enshroud”--

_Virginia_: (R. B. B., 113.)

“Three cheers for Virginia, the home of the free,
The birthplace of Washington, the land of liberty”--

_Virginia_: By Catherine M. Warfield. (W. G. S.)

“Glorious Virginia! Freedom sprang,
Light to her feet at thy trumpets’ clang:”--

_Virginia: A Sonnet_: By Mrs. M. J. Preston. (Beechenbrook.)

“Grandly thou fillest the world’s eye today,
My proud Virginia. When the gage was thrown”--

_Virginia_: By a Virginia Woman. (W. L.)

“The mother of States! In song and in story,
Virginia’s the proudest name ever enrolled”--

_Virginia_: A Battle Song. Dedicated to the Virginia
Volunteers. By Mrs. C. J. M. Jordan. (Bohemian.)

“The cloud is dark,--the storm is nigh,
The foeman’s step advances,”--

_Virginia and Her Defenders_: Air, “Carolina, Carolina.” (Cav.)

“Virginia, Virginia! your children of glory,
Are wedded forever to historic story”--

_The Virginia and The Blockaders_: By W. S. Forrest. (S. L. M.,
June ’63.)

“The sun looked forth in glory;
A day of joy it seemed;”--

_Virginia Capta_: By Mrs. Margaret J. Preston, April 9, 1866.
(E. V. M.)

“Unconquered captive, close thine eye,
And draw the ashen sackcloth o’er,”--

_Virginia Desolate_: By Col. W. Winston Fontaine, of Virginia.
(Sunny.)

“O Virginia, fair Virginia, queen of all our sunny land,
Of the warlike Southern sisters, thou the chosen of the band”--

_Virginia, 1861_: (W. L.)

“Land of my birth! my love, my pride, all honor to thy name,
Thy children have no cause to blush, though jealous of thy fame!”--

_Virginia Fuit_: By John R. Thompson. (Amaranth.)

“Consummatum--the work of destruction is done,
The race of the first of the States has been run”--

_Virginia in 1863: A Dialogue_: (C. C.)

“Child--‘See that blue line, Mother,
Coming ’round the hill’”--

_The Virginia Ladies_: A tribute to Miss Mary Batte, Assistant
Linen Matron, Poplar Lawn Hospital, Georgia, A. D. 1863. (C. C.)

“Go thou and search the archives,
Of all recorded time”--

_Virginia--Late But Sure_: By William H. Holcombe, M.D. (S. L.
M., Ed. Table, May ’61.)

“The foe has hemmed us round, we stand at bay,
Here will we perish or be free today!”--

_Virginia to the Rescue_: By Virginia. (Bohemian from the
Richmond _Dispatch_.)

“‘Virginia to the rescue!’ ’tis her children’s battle cry,
Whose name is it they join with hers, and what echoes fill the sky?”--

_Virginian Marseillaise_: With French and English Versions.
Arranged for pianoforte by F. W. Rosier. (R. B. M.)

“Virginia hears the dreadful summons,
Sounding hoarsely from afar”--

_The Virginians of the Shenandoah Valley_: “Sic Jurat.” By
Frank O. Ticknor, M.D. Torch Hall, Georgia. (W. G. S.)

“The knightliest of the knightly race,
Who, since the days of old,”--

_Virginia’s Dead_: (E. V. M.)

“Proud Mother of a race that reared--
The brave and good of ours,”--

_Virginia’s Jewels_: By Miss Rebecca Powell of Virginia. (E. V.
M.)