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The Southern War Poetry of 
 the Civil War 
 
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 ESTHER PARKER ELLINGER 
 
 Thesis presented to the Faculty of the Graduate School of the University 
 of Pennsylvania, May 1918, in partial fulfilment of the require- 
 ments for the degree of Doctor of Philosophy 
 
 PHIIADELPHIA, PA. 
 1918 
 
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 COPYMGHT, 1918 
 
 Esther Parker Ellinger 
 
FOREWORD 
 
 In the assembling of material so widely scattered and so long 
 unsought either by students or by collectors, it has been necessary 
 for me to depend in some measure on the efforts of others who have 
 been most generous with their help and assistance. I desire to 
 record my gratitude especially to my Father and my Mother, with- 
 out whose unfailing sympathy and co-operation this work could 
 not have been done: and to Mrs. C. Francis Osborne of Phila- 
 delphia, Miss Sallie Shepherd of Norfolk, Virginia, and Miss 
 Florence D. Johnston of Philadelphia, for books and individual 
 poems. For their courtesy in allowing me free access to the col- 
 lections committed to their charge I must acknowledge further 
 indebtedness to Mr. Wallace H. Cathcart, Vice-President and Dir- 
 ector of the Western Reserve Historical Society, Cleveland, whose 
 /Splendid collection of Civil War items contains many rare and 
 important imprints and broadsides: and to Mr. Bimford Samuel, of 
 the Ridgway Branch of the Library Company of Philadelphia, to 
 whose private collection I am indebted for several poems which 
 I have not found elsewhere. 
 
 Particularly to Dr. Arthur Hobson Quinn of the University of 
 Peimsylvania, under whose direction this thesis was written, I 
 wish to acknowledge my obUgation and to express my sincere 
 appreciation for his guidance and advice. 
 
 E. P. E. 
 University of Pennsylvania, 15 April, 1918. 
 
"Time in its deeps swims like a monstrous 
 whale: and like a whale, feeds on the littlest 
 things — small tunes and little unskilled songs 
 of the olden golden evenings — and anon turn- 
 eth whale-like to overthrow whole ships." 
 
 Dunsany — "The Raft Builders.'' 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 Page 
 fobewobd 3 
 
 Chapter I. The Significance of the Southern War Poetry 7 
 
 Chapter II. The Historical Development of the Southern War 
 Poetry 17 
 
 Reference Bibliography 49 
 
 Bibliography of Collections ExAMirraiD 50 
 
 Bibliography of Anthologies and Confederate Imprints 51 
 
 Abbreviations Used for Anthologies 56 
 
 Abbreviations Used of Collections 57 
 
 Index of Southern War Poems of the Civil War 58 
 
CHAPTER I 
 The SiomFiCANCE of the Southern War Poetry 
 
 "The emotional literature of a people," wrote one of the great- 
 est of the Southern poets, William Gilmore Simms,* "is as nec- 
 essary to the philosophic historian as the mere detail of events in 
 the progress of a nation . . . The mere facts in a history 
 do not always or often indicate the true animus of the action. 
 But in poetry and song the emotional nature is apt to declare 
 itself without reserve . . . speaking out with a passion 
 which disdains subterfuge, and through media of imagination and 
 fancy, which are not only without reserve, but which are too co- 
 ercive in their own nature, too arbitrary in their own influence, 
 to acknowledge any restraint upon that expression which glows 
 or weeps with emotions that gush freshly and freely from the 
 heart." 
 
 Edmund Clarence Stedmanf put the matter a little differently. 
 Asking what may constitute the significance of any body of rhyth- 
 mical Uterature, restricted to its own territory, he answered the 
 question thus: "Undoubtedly and first of all, the essential quahty 
 of its material as poetry; next to this, its quality as an expression 
 and interpretation of the time itself. In many an era, the second 
 factor may afPord a surer means of estimate than the first, inas- 
 much as the purely literary result may be nothing rarer than the 
 world already has possessed, nor greatly differing from it: never- 
 theless it may be the voice of a time, of a generation, of a people 
 
 . . . all of extraordinary import to the world's future." 
 
 "Our own poetry," he continues elsewhere,! "excels as a rec- 
 ognizable voice in utterance of the emotions of a people. The 
 storm and stress of youth have been upon us, and the nation has 
 not lacked its lyric cry . . . One who imderrates the sig- 
 
 *See War Poetry of the South, ed. by W. Gilmore Simms, Preface, pp. v 
 and vi. 
 
 fSee An American Anthology, Introduction, p. xxii. 
 tSee An American Anthology, Introduction, p. X3di. 
 
 (7) 
 
8 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 nificance of our literature, prose or verse, as both the expression 
 and the stimulant of national feeling, as of import in the past and 
 to the future of America, is deficient in that critical insight which 
 can judge even of its own day unwarped by personal taste or 
 deference to public impression. He shuts his eyes to the fact 
 that at times, notably throughout the years resulting in the Civil 
 War, this Uterature has been a 'force.' " 
 
 That the poetry written in the Confederate States during the 
 days of the Civil War was a "force" in potency second oidy to the 
 army in the field, is a fact that has been too long unnoticed by 
 commentators on the literature of our country. In the rare cases 
 when its influence was recognized, its quality has been mistaken, 
 its character misunderstood, its quantity and volume under-esti- 
 mated. Due perhaps in part to the intensity of feeling engendered 
 between victors and vanquished in the Lost Cause, the darkness 
 of the days following the close of the war effectively hid from 
 view and kept from national circulation the verses and songs 
 which the war had produced in the South. This was the primary 
 cause which prevented them from attaining the universal and 
 critical appreciation of their value that was the right of so large 
 and important a movement in the history of American letters. 
 The ruin of the South financially and economically, prevented her 
 from calling attention to her own achievement: while the wide- 
 spread destruction and dispersal of property, as well as the nec- 
 essarily ephemeral nature of many of her pubUcations, offers not 
 the least satisfactory explanation for the comparative restriction 
 of Southern Civil War verse to the land whence it sprang. 
 
 If, however, to the modern critic these poems and songs are 
 comparatively unknown, by the Southerner of Civil War days 
 their value was understood and appreciated to the full. Within 
 a year after war broke out, early in the days of '62, at least two 
 definite attempts to assemble the fast multiplying verses and songs 
 were being made, the first* by Professor Chase and John R. 
 Thompson of Richmond, editor of the Southern Field and Fire- 
 side; the second by "Bohemian," Mr. W. G. Shepperson, who 
 was a correspondent for the Richmond Despatch. The latter 
 effort resulted, in the spring of '62, in a volume of "War Songs of 
 
 *Noted in the Editor's Table of The Southern Literary Messenger for Jan- 
 uary, 1862. 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 9 
 
 the South," containing some one hundred and eight poems, and 
 with the following significant words in the Preface: 
 
 "Written contemporaneously with the achievements which 
 they celebrate, [these poems] possess all the vitaUty and force 
 of the testimony of eye-witnesses to a glorious combat, or even 
 of actors in it. The spontaneous outburst of popular feehng, 
 they give the he to the assertion of our enemy that this revolution 
 is the work of politicians and party leaders alone. 
 
 "Through the Poets' Corner in the newspaper, they have sped 
 their flight from and to the heart and mind of the people. They 
 showed which way the wind was blowing when the war arose 'a 
 httle cloud like a man's hand,' and black as the heavens may now 
 appear, they bravely sing above the storm, soaring so high that 
 their wings are brightened by the sun behind the clouds. 
 
 "They cannot fail to challenge the attention of the philosophic 
 historian by their origin, and their influence ..... In 
 every age, martial songs have wrought wonders in struggles for 
 national independence. 
 
 "And surely these newspaper waifs have played no unimport- 
 ant part in the actual drama which surrounds us ... . 
 
 "A single volume of ordinary size caimot contain a tithe of the 
 songs which have already appeared, and are daily appearing. 
 This, however, offers enough to show that during the present 
 eventful period, what was said of the early Spaniard is true of 
 the Southron: 'He has been unconsciously surrounding history 
 with the fight of imagination, linking great names with great deeds, 
 concentrating those universal recoUections in which everyone 
 feels he has a part, and silently building up the fabric of national 
 poetry on the basis of national enthusiasm.' " 
 
 Fifty years later another Southerner, Wilfiam Malone Bask- 
 erviUe,* wrote this: "A young Marylander, a stripling just from 
 coUege, was dreaming dreams from which he was awakened by 
 the guns of Sunjter. One sleepless night in April, 1861, he wrote 
 the poem, 'My Maryland,' which may not inaptly be called the 
 first note of the new Southern fiterature . . . 'new in strength, 
 new in depth, new in the largest elements of beauty and truth.' 
 He that had ears to hear might have heard in the booming of 
 
 *See Biographical and Critical Studies of Southern Authors, "Irwin Russell," 
 p. 97. 
 
10 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 those guns not only the signal for a gigantic contest, but also the 
 proclamation of the passing away of the old order, and along with 
 it the wax flowery, amateurish and sentimental race of Southern 
 writers." The passing of this school, of course, meant the pass- 
 ing of what usually has been recognized as the typical literary 
 mode of the South. It meant, however, much more than this: 
 for the changing order was made possible only by the passing of 
 the particular type of civilization that had fostered it, and this, 
 in its turn indicated a complete and thorough renaissance not only 
 of Ufe and letters, but also of Southern soul and spirit. 
 
 The type of civilization that endiu'ed in the South, to the days 
 of the Civil War, was one of the most picturesque periods of so- 
 ciety that can be imagined, but not one that induced or encour- 
 aged serious literature. In the North, on the other hand, where 
 there were to be found many large cities as centres of population, 
 and the great national colleges, hterature had developed with the 
 people. The earUest settlers of New England had been of a 
 religious, thoughtful, and philosophical disposition, and their 
 manners and mode of life had served to strengthen these tenden- 
 cies in their descendants. Even the climate of the country had 
 a marked influence in emphasizing New England's bent towards 
 hterature. Rigorous winters and inclement temperatures led to 
 long enforced periods of indoor hfe, conducive to study and re- 
 flection. The effort and stress required to wring a Uving from 
 the stubborn soil made them an active and a vigorous people. 
 At the same time the comparatively smaU size of their territory, 
 the number of their towns and cities and the ease of travel over 
 the hard and rocky roads brought them much in contact with 
 each other, and insmed communication of thought. Theirs was 
 a civilization founded on civil ties. Farms were smaU, cultivated 
 usuaUy by the family of the owners, with a few "hired help," and 
 centered about the smaUer villages and townships, which in their 
 turn were sateUites of the towns. The towns, again, clustered 
 around the cities, which were thus as hubs in the wheels of society. 
 The rising individual graduated from the town to the city, where 
 were gathered the leading spirits and forces of the day. From 
 the cities back to the smaUer communities returned the great 
 newspapers and mageizines, whose spiritual and mental authority 
 went unchallenged, and which served the more to amalgamate 
 into a Uving thoughtful whole the inhabitants of the farthest 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 11 
 
 comer of the countryside. For everyone life was hard and plain; 
 and there followed the accepted corroUary of high and resolute 
 thought. 
 
 In the South, the thought unquestionably was as grave and 
 lofty. It was, however, neither in the hands of the people, as a 
 whole, nor so thoroughly co-ordinated into an entity. This lack 
 of centralization and unity arose from the very order of society, 
 and was at once its destruction, its charm, and its misfortune. 
 In the first place, as regards its territory in comparison with the 
 North, there were few large cities, and these were far apart. 
 From Richmond to Charleston and New Orleans as the crow flies 
 is nearly three times the distance from Boston to Philadelphia. 
 In the days of postillions, and in the later days of steamboats 
 and railroads, a warm damp climate made travel tedious and tire- 
 some. Neither did the large cities occupy the positions of im- 
 portance of their Northern rivals. Because of the fertile soil, 
 fair climate and multiplicity of laborers the financial and poUtical 
 power of the country was to be found quite as often among the 
 owners of the great plantations, as in the counting rooms or law 
 offices of the metropolis. For various reasons, there were no 
 great and powerful publishing houses, or influential magazines in 
 general circulation, the newspaper taking these places. Another 
 factor there was also, that was especiaUy disintegrating for society 
 at large. Before the war, education in the South was not univer- 
 sal. For about half the population, the women were educated 
 at home, or in the case of the well-to-do, at seminaries and board- 
 ing schools. The men, as in the old Colonial days, had their 
 private tutors, and were then sent to the Universities at home or 
 abroad, and to travel. But for the mass of the poorer people, 
 there was Uttle to be had beyond the rudiments of training: and 
 for many years the University of Virginia was the only educational 
 institution below the fine, which was the academic equal of the 
 Northern colleges. Education here, as everywhere in the South, 
 was along purely classic lines, which trained the people to find 
 authority in the past, and which tended to create a lack of sym- 
 pathy with problems other than those immediately concerning the 
 public pohty. Hence it was that the intellectual relationships 
 of the North were exchanged in the South for social ties; which 
 proved in times of stress more powerful and imifying than those 
 beyond the Line, and which made possible, later on, the sympa- 
 
12 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 thetic consolidation and confederacy of the States at the first 
 minute of invasion. In that instant, they were "a band of broth- 
 ers," in a common fellowship and interest: and thus it was that 
 the very conditions militating against their literature and literary 
 progress before the War, became in 1861, at once their allies in 
 the field, and on Parnassus. 
 
 It is imdeniable that the hterary history of the antebellum 
 South could brook no comparison with that of the North. An 
 agricultural people such as the Southerners were, are apt to live 
 their lyrics and romances, rather than write them. Her greatest 
 novelists, Simms and Kennedy and John Esten Cooke, had given 
 her quiet old-fashioned historical or pseudo-historical tales after 
 the pattern of Sir Walter Scott. Today these seem curiously 
 dull and prosy, and more so when placed in comparison with the 
 extraordinarily ornate and grotesque Gothic romances of her 
 women writers. That style of fiction of which Mrs. Hentz, Mrs. 
 Southworth and Miss Evans were the representative authors may 
 only be described as unreal and utterly false in tone and color. 
 It is sensational to a degree, but its popularity was in proportion 
 to its lack of artistic conception. Further than this, what was 
 true of her prose, was true of her verse. Just as the fiction of the 
 South was an echo of earlier modes, so her chief lyrists wrote 
 in the manner of the cavaliers. On the whole, the Southern 
 character had seemed better adapted to the practice of politics 
 and the management of plantations, than to government in the 
 province of literature. Southerners wrote easily and gracefully, 
 but without the sincerity and beauty that arise from perfect 
 sympathy between the craftsman and his craft. 
 
 It was when a great emotion had thrilled the heart of the South, 
 and her spirit kindled to a single mighty flame in the prosecution 
 of a cause on which she could unite aU her energies, that the 
 artificiality of her hterature dropped away, and was replaced by 
 strength of color, truth of outUne and power of expression. Be- 
 fore the terror of civil war, the horror of invasion, and the in- 
 dignity of submission to what she deemed a false interpretation 
 of the Constitution and the principles of Liberty for which her 
 fathers had fought, the literature of the South lost its superfic- 
 iaUty, its romantic characteristics. From the earliest days of the 
 war, prose in the form of history, philosophical essays and con- 
 troversial debate, became the recognized and powerful weapon 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 13 
 
 wielded by her greatest minds: while poetry, in the hands alike 
 of poet and peasant, became the great national organ for emotional 
 expression. 
 
 Fully to appreciate the themes and refrains that filled her war 
 verse, it is necessary to understand for just what principles, and 
 with what a temper, the South began the fight. Whatever had 
 been the immediate excuse for war, for the Southerner the conflict 
 very quickly resolved itself into a struggle for liberty. The 
 principle of States' Rights had always been cherished in the South 
 since the days of the Articles of Confederation, in 1781, which 
 declared at the very onset that while adopting this plan that was 
 designed to make of the various integers a government that 
 might be per se recognizable, — "each state retained its sover- 
 eignty, freedom and independence." "Submission to any encroach- 
 ment, the least as well as the greatest, on the rights of a state 
 means slavery," wrote Dr. Basil Gildersleeve.* "The extreme 
 Southern States considered this right menaced by the issue of the 
 presidential election." The South had always clung to the earlier 
 conception of national union of separate and independent units. 
 That the North regarded her as a rebel against the Constitution 
 of her fathers but goaded her the more bitterly, who felt that 
 above all things she battled in the right, for the freedom of which 
 Washington himself had dreamed, and which her own ancestors 
 had been the greater part of the instrument in winning and per- 
 fecting. It was therefore to the South a holy contest. "Right or 
 wrong, we were fully persuaded in our own minds, and there was 
 no Im-king suspicion of any moral weakness in our cause," con- 
 tinued Dr. Gildersleeve.* "Nothing could be hoUer than the 
 cause, nothing more imperative than the duty of upholding it. 
 There were those in the South who when they saw the issue of 
 the War, gave up their faith in God, but not their faith in the 
 cause." 
 
 With Lincoln's decision to provision Fort Sumter, on April 1, 
 1861, and his call for troops, two weeks later, the question of 
 States' Rights was amplified by the addition of two other senti- 
 ments which three together formed the lofty inspiration that, in 
 the South lifted the struggle above the commonplaces of civil 
 
 *See The Creed of the Old South, pp. 24 and 25. 
 *See ,The Creed of the Old South, p. 38. 
 
14 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 strife. At once it was dignified into a war in defence of home, 
 of native land, and of Kberty. It was therefore with a certain 
 nobiUty of purpose that the Confederate Army went forth to 
 battle. The North had enlisted on a punitive expedition: the 
 South had engaged in a crusade for her ideals. This was the 
 magic touch that transmuted the comparative dross of her liter- 
 ature to pure gold. "When there flashed upon poetic souls not 
 the political issues that were at stake, but the great human situ- 
 ation of the struggle, they gave voice to the pent up feelings of 
 the new nation." 
 
 The poetic genius of the Southerners had always been lyric in 
 character, partly as the result of environment, partly that of 
 racial temper, partly as an inheritance from the old Cavaliers who 
 had been their ancestors. Nor had the lyrists of the South been 
 of slender numbers. Professor Manly 's "Southern Literature" 
 credits the land with over two hundred poets whom he considered 
 worthy of mention. More than fifty of these belong to Virginia 
 alone, and Dr. Painter wrote* of their work that "examination 
 
 reveals among a good deal that is commonplace 
 
 and imitative, many a fittle gem that ought to be preserved." 
 Their method was usually Byronic and amorous. They had, 
 it is true, made little or no use of local color or legend, and 
 had given over the narrative and the dramatic for the lyric. Their 
 work, however, was always melodious and of easy numbers. 
 This was their particular characteristic. The second, and indeed 
 the more interesting, was the lack of the professional totSch. Be- 
 fore the War, there had been few vocational poets, as there had 
 been few professed literateurs. Poetry was the possession of the 
 many, not of a small group of favored ones, and these wrote purely 
 for the pleasure of the art, with so Uttle care for fame or reputa- 
 tion that many of their verses still remain uncollected. When, 
 therefore, the emotion of the conflict was borne upon the South, 
 there were poets to fight her battles — ^.iust as there were soldiers 
 in the field, — ^who were using an accustomed mode, though with 
 unaccustomed sincerity and feUcity. Indeed, the number of 
 war poets is one of the amazing phenomena of the time: and as 
 in the North, literature was mainly in their hands. Beyond the 
 Une there were Longfellow, Whittier, Lowell, Emerson, Holmes, 
 
 *See Southern Prose and Poetry, p. 15. 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 15 
 
 Boker, Whitman and Mrs. Stowe. In the South, Hayne, Tim- 
 rod, Ticknor, Simms, John R. Thompson, George Bagby, Dr. 
 Holcombe, Mrs. Preston, Mrs. Charles, and Father Ryan filled 
 roles as lofty, and as surely inspired. There was, however, this 
 difference in their work. The poets of the North Uved and wrote 
 in comparative security and remoteness from the field. Their 
 verses were characterized by a virtuous indignation against the 
 rebeUion, by appeals for men, anger at constant delay and un- 
 necessary defeat, and dehberate exhortations in the name of the 
 Union. 
 
 In the South, on the other hand, conditions were quite different. 
 The whole land was a battlefield, which every man, woman and 
 child was bound by his principles to defend with his very life, 
 and from which they had pledged themselves to drive the invading 
 hordes. Each soul was personally involved in the conflict, and 
 the poets, instead of looking on the struggle from afar, and 
 distantly applauding it, looked out from the very centres of con- 
 fusion, calling to their people words of help and cheer and cour- 
 age. Theirs was not a plea to engage in the conflict. Theirs was 
 the shout of "Come to the battle! Help us or we perish, and 
 with us the sacred fires of true and personal Freedom." It was 
 the "terrible experience of a mighty conflict,* in which the soul 
 of the people was .... brought out through struggles, 
 passion, partings, heroism, love, death, aU effect- 
 ive in the production of genuine feehng and the development of 
 real character. While the battles were being fought in the homes 
 of the Southerners, their poets sent forth now a stirring martial 
 lyric, now a humorous song or poem recounting the trials and 
 hardships of camp, hospital and prison life . . . these be- 
 coming ever more and more intermingled with dirges for Jackson, 
 for Albert Sidney Johnston, for Stuart, for Ashby, and finaUy for 
 the Conquered Banner. In all these there was no trace of 
 artificiahty, no sign of the mawkish sentimentaUty of the old 
 waxflowery, amateurish and sentimental race of Southern writers 
 . They were surcharged with deep, genuine, sincere 
 feeling. They were instinct with Ufe. In this respect the war 
 poetry laid the foundation of the new Southern literature . . . 
 
 *See Biographical and Critical Studies of Southern Authors, "Irwin Russell,' 
 pp. 97 and 98. 
 
16 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 'new in strength, new in depth, new in the largest elements of 
 beauty and truth.' " 
 
 It was a terrible price to pay for a renaissance of art, wrung 
 as it was from the heart of a wounded people. It appeared stiU 
 more a vain and useless sacrifice because at first the Southern war 
 poetry gave rise to no literary genre. Indirectly, however, 
 in its return to reality, to simplicity of emotion and truth of 
 passion, this war verse was of inestimable value to the rising 
 school of Southern fiction and prose. Nevertheless, the renaissance 
 could not come at once. It was only when the pain and ruin of 
 war had somewhat passed, and the South had begun to recover 
 from the waste which the conflict had wrought on the land, when 
 the bitterness of the struggle had softened with the changing 
 years and generations, and after the new attitude towards life 
 had had time to crystalize into permanency, that one of her young- 
 er poets could write of her, with truth:* 
 
 Lo! from the war cloud, dull and dense, 
 Loyal and chaste and brave and strong 
 
 Comes forth the South with frankincense, 
 And vital freshness in her song. 
 
 The weight is fallen from her wings, 
 
 To find a purer air she springs 
 
 Out of the night, into the morn. 
 
 *See "To Ihe South," stanza V, by James Maurice Thompson. 
 
CHAPTER II 
 The Historical Development of the Southern War Poetry 
 
 Contemporary criticism is seldom safely to be trusted, but 
 there are times when contemporaneous comment is as valuable as 
 it is enhghtening. It is so with this statement by T. C. de Leon 
 — in his introduction to an anthology of the Southern Civil War 
 verse.* "If poems born of revolution bore no marks of the bit- 
 ter need that crushed them from the hearts of their authors, 
 they would have no value whatever, intrinsic or historical." 
 
 Southern war poetry is worthy of preservation because it is 
 an expression of vital appeal and of sentiment wrung from the 
 heart of a people. For the most part, it was written under the 
 stress of the moment. It was indeed the spontaneous overflow of 
 powerful emotion, but only occasionally does it take its origin 
 from emotion recollected in tranquillity. Nevertheless, it speaks 
 the language of men and women, and in it we may read, as 
 perhaps through no other medium, the true story of the develop- 
 ment of Southern character, of national spirit, and of definite sec- 
 tional consciousness. 
 
 Today the poetry remains to us in the newspapers and maga- 
 zines of the period, and in the anthologies and various collections 
 of war verse (the best of these appearing either during the war 
 or shortly after). Most interesting, but most ephemeral of them 
 all, it remains in part in the small printed broadsides, or single 
 sheets in handbill form, which usually appeared anonymously 
 and mysteriously, at times even without the name of the printer. 
 Issued in varying numbers, on wretched paper, and seldom gath- 
 ered together, so many of these have perished in the passage of 
 the years, that in many instances a single copy may remain in 
 existence. Of the verses that circulated in MSS. there is now 
 little trace. Occasionally, as in the case of K— s "To the 
 Memory of Stonewall Jackson," some old copy-book or diary will 
 restore them to the Ught: but of the various sources, less result is 
 obtained from this field than from the others. 
 
 *See South Songs, p. vii. 
 
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18 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Next to the appearance of the poems in the papers and journals, 
 publication by broadside was probably the most common usage. 
 Especially in the later days of the war, when newspaper publi- 
 cation was either temporarily or entirely suspended, this medium 
 insured the quickest distribution of verse particularly applicable 
 to the moment, a battle ode, a dirge of a fallen leader, or a song 
 of pecuKarly inspiriting phraseology. It was in this broadside 
 form that "My Maryland" spread through the South almost in 
 a day, anonymously, and often suffering from lines badly copied 
 or cut. That Randall was the author was a fact silently under- 
 stood and communicated: for it was safest and wisest in those 
 early days, and particularly in the border states, that names be 
 not mentioned. Even later, and after months of war, this con- 
 dition stiU obtained. The appearance, in September, 1862, of 
 "Stonewall Jackson's Way," written by Dr. John Williamson 
 Palmer, as he Ustened to the guns of Sharpsburg, is a case in 
 point. Dr. Palmer gives this history of the poem, and its pub- 
 lication:* 
 
 "In September, 1862, I found myself ... at Oakland 
 . . . in Garrett County, Maryland. Early on the sixteenth 
 there was a roar of guns in the air, and we knew that a great battle 
 was toward ... I knew that Stonewall was in it, whatever 
 it might be: it was his way, — 'Stonewall Jackson's Way.' I had 
 twice put that phrase into my war letters, and other correspond- 
 ents, finding it handy, had quoted it in theirs. I paced the piazza 
 and whistled a song of Oregon lumbermen and loggers that I had 
 learned from a Cahfomia adventurer in Honolulu. The two 
 thoughts were coupled and welded into one to make a song: and 
 as the words gathered to the call of the tune I wrote the ballad 
 of 'Stonewall Jackson's Way' with the roar of these guns in my 
 ears. On the morrow I added the last stanza .... 
 
 "In Baltimore I told the story of the song to my father, 
 and at his request made immediately another copy of it. This 
 was shown cautiously to certain members of the Maryland Club: 
 and a trusty printer was foimd who struck off a dozen shps of it, 
 principally for private distribution. That first printed copy of 
 the song was headed 'Found on a Rebel Sergeant of the Old Stone- 
 wall Brigade, Taken at Winchester.' The fabulous legend was 
 
 *See Photographic History of the Civil War, vol. 9, pp. 86 and 88. 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 19 
 
 for the misleading of the Federal provost marshal, as were also 
 the address and date, 'Martinsburg, September 13, 1862.' " 
 
 It must not be supposed that this war verse which has survived 
 to our day consists merely of battle songs and popular ballads on 
 themes arising from the nature of the conflict. Just as the war 
 was far reaching and general in its effect, touching every South- 
 erner personally, and too often poignantly, so the poetic response 
 was varied and modified to meet the demand of the moment. 
 There is description, and narration; there are of course dialectics 
 and polemics; there is satire; and there is even a little humor. 
 And because through all this rings the personal and individual 
 appeal, the prevailing note is lyric. Of the dramatic there is very 
 Uttle, notably Hayne's "The Substitute," and "The Royal Ape." 
 This last is a long dramatic narrative in iambic pentameter rimed 
 couplets that is possibly more interesting as satire and propa- 
 ganda than as pure drama. Yet neither of these is a work of free 
 inspiration. The Southern war poet did his best work when out 
 of the fulness of his heart, he either vowed allegiance to his be- 
 loved land, and her leaders, or wrote in passion and defiance as 
 a resolved defender of the freedom of his Fathers. 
 
 Judged from an emotional point of view, this poetry falls into 
 three distinct periods, obvious enough in themselves, but inter- 
 esting in that by them we may see more clearly the issues of the 
 war as reflected in the hearts of the warriors. There are the first 
 poems of rebellion against oppression: lyrics of passionate de- 
 fiance as well as of hortatory counsel: appeals to remember the 
 glory of the past and the danger of the present. The second 
 period started at the moment of invasion after which there was 
 no longer need for a Congress to formulate the principles for which 
 they fought, or to arrange for the unifying of the various State 
 integers. Then began the poetry of actual conflict, taking the 
 form of verses concerning particular battles, the narration of some 
 heroic deed, the lament for a great hero, as well as camp baUads, 
 and marching songs. As a connecting Unk with the first period, 
 there are still the poems breathing the national spirit, and loyalty 
 to the Southern cause. Even in the third and last period, that 
 of disappointment, discouragement and actual defeat, this note 
 continues, and is the more poignant for its unfaltering persistence 
 in the face of calamity. 
 
20 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 The poetry of the first period began in the closing days of 1860. 
 In November of that year there had been elected by the North 
 and West a President whose principles of government seemed to 
 threaten the South with danger of extermination of her most 
 precious interests. The platform of Republicanism she consider- 
 ed in every respect inimical to her importance as a unit in the 
 central organization of states. Her very identity was endanger- 
 ed, and that to a section where pride of historic heritage was as 
 dear as actual power of wealth and commerce, aroused her as 
 could perhaps nothing else. Therefore, on December twentieth, 
 1860, South Carolina passed her order of secession, following it 
 with the "Declaration of Independence," which justified the 
 previous action by recalling the two great principles asserted by 
 the early colonies, namely, "the right of a state to govern itself, 
 and the right of a people to abolish a government when it becomes 
 destructive to the ends for which it was instituted. And con- 
 current with the establishment of these principles was the fact 
 that each colony became and was recognized by the mother coun- 
 try as a free, sovereign and independent state." It was a proud 
 imperious challenge, and made immediate appeal to every South- 
 erner to whom freedom and independence, personal or otherwise, 
 was a precious birthright. The proclamation fired the imagina- 
 tion, as it did the poetic spirit of the land: the poetic response 
 struck the same note. S. Henry Dickson's "South Carolina" was 
 one of the first poems to appear. Its verses are as lofty in 
 tone as the lines of the proclamation, and equally as sincere. 
 They are frankly exultant. 
 
 The deed is done! the die is cast; 
 The glorious Rubicon is passed: 
 Hail, Carolina! free at last. 
 
 Strong in the right I see her stand 
 Where ocean laves the shelving sand; 
 Her own Palmetto decks the strand. 
 
 She turns aloft her flashing eye; 
 Radiant, her lonely star on high 
 
 Shines clear against the darkening sky. 
 
 ***** 
 
 Fling forth her banner to the gale! 
 Let all the hosts of earth assail, — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 21 
 
 Their fury and their force shall fail. 
 
 * * * * * 
 
 Oh, land of heroes! Sparttin State! 
 In numbers few, in daring great, 
 Thus to affront the frown of fate! 
 
 And while mad triumph rules the hour. 
 And thickening clouds of menace lower, 
 Bear back the tide of tyrant power. 
 
 With steadfast courage, faltering never, 
 Sternly resolved, her bonds to sever: 
 Hail, Carolina I free forever! 
 
 This may be the expression of the hour, but it proved as well 
 to be the poetic sentiment of the next four years. Every poet of 
 the South, from the humblest maker of camp catches to the great- 
 est of her lyrists, shared this attitude of resolve, as they watched 
 their Spartan nation continue to wage what they consented to be 
 a righteous war for freedom, against a tyrant power. Naturally, 
 expression became more sharply crystaUzed with the actual inva- 
 sion. None the less, even thus early, before the end of '60, we 
 have a precise foreshadowing of the war attitude of the Confed- 
 erate poet. 
 
 With the passage of secession in South CaroHna, at once the 
 remaining "Cotton States" were torn by the conflict of making 
 a great decision. There were those to whom the indignity of 
 submitting their conception of government to what they called 
 a usurpation of authority was inconceivable treachery to an 
 ancient and honorable past: and there were those to whom un- 
 questioning obedience to the Government at Washington was the 
 only way of fulfilling the heritage of their ancestors. In the end, 
 the extremists won. The North would offer no compromise: 
 indeed, it would have been contrary to the Southern code of honor 
 to have accepted halfway measures. To them there appeared no 
 other course to pursue, no solution but to follow Carolina's lordly 
 lead. Mississippi seceded on January ninth, Florida on the 
 tenth, Alabama on the eleventh, Georgia on the nineteenth, 
 Louisiana on the twenty-sixth. 
 
 For the South as a whole, as well as for her poets, January had 
 been a month of tempest. Following the secession of Carolina, 
 the situation that had developed over Fort Sumter was danger- 
 
22 The Southern War Poetry oj the Civil War 
 
 ous to the extreme. As it afterwards proved, Sumter was the 
 tinder which kindled the flame of war; and as early as January, 
 when Major Anderson refused to surrender the fort the menace 
 within the South began to show itself. The authorities of Char- 
 leston, endangered by Federal possession of Sumter, demanded 
 its surrender. No decision could have been reached until after 
 March fourth, when Lincoln was inaugurated. Meanwhile, on 
 the fourth of February, the six states which had already left the 
 Union, and Texas, which seceded three days earher, formally met 
 at convention in Charleston, and united in a Confederacy, in 
 opposition to the Government at Washington. It was a move 
 which their poets, as well as their more practically visioned men, 
 had been frantically urging. Two of the most interesting of the 
 poems of this period appeared, the one in the Southern Literary 
 Messenger for January, by William Gilmore Simms, the other in 
 the Charleston Courier, about the middle of the month, addres- 
 sed in French, by R. Thomassy, under date of Nouvelle Orleans, 
 2 Janvier 1861, to "Les Enfants du Sud." It is fiery and eloquent 
 of passion. 
 
 Enfants du Sud, I'outrage et la menace 
 
 Aux nobles coeurs ne laissent plus de choix. 
 Le paix nous trompe: un serpent nous enlace 
 
 Tranchons ses noeuds, et defendons nos droits! 
 Qu' attendrons — ^nous pour reprendre I'epee, 
 
 Qui triompha d'un vieux monde oppresseur? 
 Le nord aussi, violant la foi juree, 
 
 Seme a son tour discords et deshonneur. 
 Aux armes done pour la cause sacree; 
 
 De nos ayeux vengeons les saintes lois; 
 Nons sommes Sparte, invincible, eprouvee; 
 
 Que sa vertu preside a nos exploits I 
 
 Gilmore Simms' poem is less a call to arms, and more a warm 
 and affectionate tribute to a beloved land, noteworthy because 
 it proves that even before the Confederacy was formed, the people 
 of the South were united in her love. The second stanza is better 
 than the first. 
 
 She is all fondness to her friends: to foes 
 
 She glows a thing of passion, strength and pride; 
 
 She feels no tremors when the danger's nigh, 
 But the fight over, and the victory won, 
 
 How with strange fondness turns her loving eye 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 23 
 
 In tearful welcome on each gallant sonl 
 
 V * :tE 4: 4: 41 
 
 I glory that my lot with her is cast, 
 
 And my soul flushes and exultant sings; 
 
 Already there had begun the actual war verse, taking here the 
 form of the invitation to arms. That war, the "irrepressible 
 conflict," was inevitable, was recognized by all sensible men. 
 "BarhamviUe" in January addressed one of the first of these, 
 "The Call," to the editor of the South Carolinian. At this time, 
 too, there appeared the fervid "Spirit of '60," in the Columbus 
 Times, forerunner of a series in which were contrasted the spirit 
 of the present and of '76. To the South, both were wars for Ub- 
 erty, both struggles against oppression, in both contests the South 
 was a vital factor; and the analogy was too good for a poetic 
 eye to miss. 
 
 The finest single poem produced in this preUminary stage of the 
 contest was that by Henry Timrod, "Ethnogenesis," written 
 dinring the meeting of the first Southern Congress, at Montgom- 
 ery, in the early days of February. To the poet the Congress 
 meant indeed the birth of a great nation, a nation among nations, 
 strong in its right, and secure in national resource, 
 
 "marshalled by the Lord of Hosts 
 And overshadowed by the mighty ghosts 
 Of Moultrie and of Eutaw." 
 
 It is a noble utterance and its dignity and melody of expression 
 must have added greatly to the deep impression it created. In 
 the Southern Literary Messenger for the month there are Joseph 
 Brennan's "Ballad for the Young South"— "Men of the South! 
 our foes are up, in fierce and grim array," — and the defiant "The 
 Southland Fears No Foeman," by J. W. M., in which is the richly 
 suggestive line, "Her eagles yet are free;" while "from the Georgia 
 papers," under date of Atlanta, February first, there is the anony- 
 mous "Cotton States' Farewell to Yankee Doodle." This latter 
 is especially interesting because it is one of the fibrst of a "Fare- 
 well to Brother Jonathan" group which enjoyed considerable 
 vogue during the late winter and which was answered in the 
 North by Oliver Wendell Holmes, with the lines "Brother Jona- 
 than's Lament for Sister Carohne," under date of March 25. Of 
 the Confederate poems on this theme, "Farewell to Brother Jon- 
 athan" by "Caroline," which appeared about this time seems 
 
24' The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 closely connected with Holmes' verses. The metre of the two 
 poems is the same and the thought antithetic, although it would be 
 difficult to determine which is the reply. The last two stanzas 
 of "Farewell to Brother Jonathan" are particularly good. 
 
 O Brother! beware how you seek us again, 
 Lest you brand on your forehead the signet of Cain; 
 That blood and that crime on your conscience must sit; 
 We may fail, we may perish, but never submit! 
 
 The pathway that leads to the Pharisee's door 
 We remember, indeed, but we tread it no more; 
 Preferring to turn, with the PubUcan's faith. 
 To the path through the valley and shadow of death. 
 
 Three other poems, apparently of this month, should be men- 
 tioned in passing, as exemplifying the note of personal interest 
 of the Southern poet in the issue of the struggle. Robert Joselyn's 
 "Gather! Gatherl" the anonymous war song, "Come, Broth- 
 ers! You are called!" and MiUie Mayfield's triumphant "We 
 Come! We Come!" may not be poetry of the first order: never- 
 theless these are verses written by people to whom the threatened 
 conflict is not a matter distant and aloof, but of intimate and vital 
 concern. 
 
 March was a month of Uttle action on both sides. In the North 
 it witnessed the inauguration of Lincoln; in the South the com- 
 pleter organizing and unification of the Confederacy, and the be- 
 ginning of negotiations by the Confederacy by which they might 
 secure possession of Fort Sumter. If, however, the South was 
 marking time, her poets were not. They continued to urge her 
 on to fulfillment of her "destiny." Indeed, this month saw writ- 
 ten some of the very best and most resolute of her war verse. 
 There is the indignant "Coercion," by John C. Thompson — 
 
 "Who talks of Coercion? Who dares to deny 
 A resolute people the right to be free?" 
 
 There is the anonymous "Prosopopeia," also in the Southern 
 Literary Messenger, which with Timrod's "Cry to Arms," written 
 a Uttle later, is the best of the verse of this kind which the period 
 produced. Another widely known poem of the month was St. 
 George Tucker's "The Southern Cross," verses patterned after 
 Key's "Star Spangled Baimer," and which had enormous vogue, 
 and was even set to music, later on. This in so far as can be de- 
 
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 termined is the first poetic use of the Southern Cross as the symbol 
 of the Confederacy, a figure that was later adopted for the design 
 of her flag, and which finally became, not only her ensign, but as 
 well a symbol of the righteousness of her faith and cause. James 
 Barron Hope's "Oath of Freedom," — 
 
 Born free, thus we resolve to live: 
 
 By Heaven, we will be free. 
 By all the stars which burn on high, 
 By the green earth — the mighty sea — 
 By God's unshaken majesty 
 
 We will be free or die! — 
 
 is of a kind with Thompson's "Coercion," and was widely copied 
 , during this time. Another poem must be mentioned here, as 
 presaging the turmoil to foUow, "Fort Sumter," by "H.," in the 
 New Orleans Delta, with the command of its refrain, "Carolina, 
 take the Fort." 
 
 The most eventful months of the year 1861 were April and July, 
 for April inaugurated "the irrepressible conflict," and July saw 
 the first great battle of the war, and a complete Confederate vic- 
 tory. On the first of April, President Lincoln announced his de- 
 cision to refuse surrender of Fort Sumter to the Confederates, 
 and added that he would undertake to provision the garrison im- 
 prisoned there immediately. At once the South was aflame. On 
 the morning of the twelfth of April, Beauregard, commander of 
 the Southern forces at Charleston, ordered the shelling of the 
 Fort, which continued through the thirteenth, and ended with the 
 evacuation of the Fort on the fourteenth. The war had begun, 
 and though the opening engagement had been without loss to 
 either side, and had ended in a Confederate victory, a far bloodier 
 and disastrous conflict was inevitable. To the rejoicing South, 
 however, there was only the glory of the first decision to consider, 
 and the poets in their rapture gave utterance to a sheaf of verse, 
 innumerable ballads about Sumter, affectionate odes to the na- 
 tion so gloriously born and baptized by victorious fire, two great 
 national songs, and frantic appeals to North Carolina, Virginia 
 and Maryland, Tennessee and Kentucky to join fortunes of the 
 Confederacy. 
 
 The first song published in the South after the war began, and 
 corresponding, in the North, to E. C. Stedman's "The Twelfth 
 of April" was, fittingly enough, "God Save the South" by George 
 
26 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 H. Miles of Frederick County, Maryland. Sung to music by 
 C. W. A. EUerbrock, it was designed to be, and accepted as the 
 national hymn. It did not however, succeed in becoming a 
 favorite. On the twenty-sixth of the month, James Rider Ran- 
 dall, inflamed by the circumstances of the "Baltimore Massacre" 
 on April nineteenth, wrote his "My Maryland," the most famous 
 Southern poem produced by the war, and one whoes influence 
 was greater than a hundred battles. Circulated at first by broad- 
 sides it swept through the South Uke wildfire, and if any force 
 could have drawn Maryland to the side of the Confederacy, it 
 would have been that exerted by this poem. Her Union Governor, 
 however, aided by Federal troops and tactful advice from Wash- 
 ington, succeeded in holding the State to the Union, although many 
 Marylanders were ardent Southern sympathizers. Virginia, on 
 the other hand, who, Uke Maryland, had been hesitating over her 
 decision, hesitated no longer, after the episode of Sumter, implying 
 as it did. Federal coercion. On the seventeenth of April she se- 
 ceeded from the Union. Her "pausing" had long been considered 
 a shame and a reproach by Southern poets. Now, they burst 
 forth in delight. "Virginia, Late But Sure!" was the triumphant 
 shout of Dr. Holcombe, and Virginia's answer was expressed in 
 poems such as "Virginia to the Rescue," "Virginia's Rallying Call," 
 or "Virginia's Message to the Southern States." 
 
 The poetry produced or pubKshed in May chiefly concerns the 
 decision of Virginia, and the assembling of the Southern armies, 
 those "Ordered Away" to the field. Virginia's entrance into the 
 Confederacy had burnt all the bridges leading back — though re- 
 motely — to peace. At once the South proceeded to rally her 
 forces to the standard of her cause, and graduaUy during May and 
 June, flung out her battle line across Virginia, West Virginia and 
 Kentucky to the Mississippi. Down the river it stretched through 
 Forts Henry and Donelson to New Orleans. At one time, in '63, 
 the Confederate line surged forward through Western Virginia 
 and Maryland so far into Pennsylvania that Harrisburg was di- 
 rectly menaced. It was the four years' uncertain task of the 
 Union forces to control this line, to break through it, turn it back 
 and in upon itself, and finally to starve its scattered remnants into 
 submission. As this was accomplished the first lyric outburst 
 of the War — Timrod's "Cry to Arms," for example — ^was gradu- 
 ally exchanged for a slenderer volume of song. At first her poets 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 27 
 
 encouraged the people to faith and labor; then they sang of 
 hope and courage, attempting to relieve the despair of a nation 
 whose cause was lost, and whose ruin seemed irretrievable. 
 
 In the spring of '61, however, there was only exultation, while 
 in the North the cry of "On to Richmond" welled and grew 
 fiercer during May, June and the summer months. Especially 
 did it grow imperative after July twentieth, when the Confed- 
 erate Capital was transferred there from Montgomery. On the 
 next day, July twenty-first, came the great opening battle of the 
 war, when the Union army under General Scott, joined with 
 Beauregard's men at Manassas Junction. The result was a 
 complete Confederate victory, and there was unrestricted panic 
 and flight among the Federal troops (the source of much satiric 
 comment among the Southern poets) when Joseph E. Johnston's 
 army, which had not been expected to arrive until too late to be 
 of assistance to Beauregard, appeared at the crucial moment. 
 
 It was only natural that the wave of triumphant exultation 
 which had thrilled the South after the fall of Sxmiter should again 
 sweep the land. Her poets responded with a sheaf of poems, in 
 which they wrote of the contest from every angle, — odes of 
 thanksgiving for victory, narratives of the course of the flight, 
 eulogies of Beauregard and Johnston, satires on the behavior of 
 the Union forces, camp catches half satiric and haK comic, poems 
 of particular incidents of the fight, finally words of regret and 
 sorrow for the slain, and the manner of their slaying. This last 
 theme is particularly interesting, for the feeling of horror at the 
 situation "where brother fought with brother" was ever-present 
 with the Southerners throughout the four years of the War. The 
 very best of the poems occasioned by Manassas were those of 
 Mrs. Warfield, "Manassas," Susan Archer Talley's "Battle Eve," 
 Ticknor's "Our Left," and the lines by "Ruth," entitled "The 
 Battle of Bull Run," dated Louisville, Kentucky, July twenty- 
 fourth, and written in curious and effective stanzas of irregular 
 "unrhymed rhythms." Mrs. Warfield's poem was stirring and 
 vigorous, bold in metaphor and in expression. 
 
 They have met at last, as storm clouds 
 
 Meet in Heaven, 
 And the Northmen, back and bleeding 
 
 Have been driven: 
 And their thunders have been stilled. 
 
28 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 And their leaders crushed or killed, 
 
 And their ranks, with terror thriUed 
 
 Rent and riven! 
 
 Like the leaves of Vallumbroso 
 
 They are lying; 
 In the moonlight, in the midnight 
 
 Dead and dying: 
 Like those leaves before the gale 
 Swept their legions wild and pale. 
 While the host that made them quail 
 Stood, defying. 
 ***** 
 
 But peace to those who perished 
 
 In our passes! 
 Light be the earth above them! 
 
 Green the grasses! 
 Long shall Northmen rue the day. 
 When they met our stem array. 
 And shrunk from battle's wild affray 
 
 At Manassas. 
 
 Miss Talley's "Battle Eve," with its beautiful picture of twi- 
 light calm before the darker night of storm and death, is affecting 
 in its simple direct appeal, and sincerity of regret for the carnage 
 of conflict — and was called forth by the seriousness of the im- 
 pending meeting at Manassas. Francis Orray Ticknor's "Our 
 Left" — suggested by the indomitable courage and perseverance 
 of the Confederate left wing before McDowell's men, until rein- 
 forced by the timely arrival of Johnston's army, who brought 
 victory with them, is a spirited, almost exalted account of the 
 actual battle, and was immensely popular at the time. There 
 are many versions of it stUl extant, in broadsides and anthologies, 
 — for the most part anonymous, since the poem evidently was 
 not at first acknowledged by Ticknor. This has led to a curious 
 connection of names. In one of the broadsides versions in the 
 collection of the Ridgway Library, in Philadelphia, the poem is 
 dated Baltimore, Maryland, October 20, 1861, and is signed by 
 "Old Secesh." This signatiu-e is also given to "The Despot's 
 Song," a popular Lincoln satire of a later period of the War, which 
 again is assigned to Baltimore, and from circumstantial evidence 
 seems to be the work of Dr. N. G. Ridgely, a Baltimorean who was 
 a popular satirist of the day, and who signed his work variously 
 "N. G. R.," "Le Diable Baiteux," "0. H. S.," "Cola," and "B." 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 29 
 
 This last signature is further associated with the name of James 
 Ryder Randall, for in the Baltimore City Librarian's Office, in 
 Ledger 1411, there is a broadside version of "Maryland, My 
 Maryland," published in Baltimore, as were these other broad- 
 sides, and signed "B," Point Coupee (La.), April 26, 1861. It 
 would, of course, be impossible, so many years later, to puzzle 
 out the interrelation of the poems and signatures, and indeed their 
 value would hardly warrant the labor. It is, nevertheless, an 
 interesting example of the chaos which at times arose from the 
 necessarily surreptitious pubhcation and circulation of the Con- 
 federate verse. 
 
 Meuiassas was the last great event of the year. There were 
 several minor engagements between the two armies, notably the 
 fight at Ball's Bluif, on the twenty-first of October; and there 
 was the "Trent Affair," with the capture of the Confederate 
 emissaries to England, Mason and Slidell, on November eighth. 
 Nevertheless, the Southern poets did not lack inspiring material, 
 the continued "aloofness" of Maryland and Kentucky being 
 among their most vital themes. They were, of course, never idle 
 with their lyrics of loyalty and continued to sound the war note 
 or to sing of the South, with indomitable zeal. They had even 
 by this time, become so accustomed to the state of war, that they 
 could begin to work seriously with satire. The best in this genre 
 written in '61 are John R. Thompson's "On to Richmond," sat- 
 irizing Winfield Scott's first campaign, and "England's Neutrality" 
 (England had passed a proclamation of neutrality towards the 
 two beUigerents early in May, on the thirteenth): "0 Johnny 
 Bull, My Jo John," an anonymous ballad occasioned by the 
 presence of English frigates off the coast in '61, and the unfortun- 
 ately anonymous, but dehghtfully humorous "King Scare" 
 (prompted by the terror in the North regarding the Confederate 
 power in the field). 
 
 The close of the year was marked by a poem in the Southern 
 Field and Fireside — a "Requiem for 1861," by H. C. B. It is not 
 of any particular excellence or poetic merit, but it is worthy of 
 note for its expression of sincere sorrow for the conflict that was 
 severing a land of brothers; and for a sense of the horror that 
 war had brought to the South. 
 
 Year of terror, year of strife. 
 Year with evil passions rife 
 
30 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Pass, with seething angry flood, 
 
 Pass, with garments dipped in blood, — 
 
 Born 'mid hopes, but raised in fears. 
 With thy dewdrops changed to tears. 
 With thy springtime turned to bUght, 
 And with darkness quenching hght. 
 
 ***** 
 
 War's fierce tread upon our land 
 Severing once a kindred band, 
 Child and father ranged for strife. 
 
 Brother seeking brother's life! 
 
 ***** 
 
 Thou who doth unsheathe the sword 
 
 By the power of Thy Word, 
 
 And can by Thy mighty will 
 
 To the waves say "peace, be still" 
 
 Gather up this storm once more. 
 Where "Thy judgments are in store," 
 Send Thy holy dove of Peace, 
 And our fettered land release I 
 
 The same longing for peace is shown in the verses "Christ- 
 mas Day, A. D. 1861," by M. J. H. But it must be a peace 
 with victory. That was the earliest conception. By the lives 
 of her sons who had died for her in the year just passed, the South 
 was resolved on whatever sacrifice it might cost her to prevail, 
 despite the fact that she was already weary of the struggle. No 
 better expression of her unchecked purpose may be found than 
 in Mrs. Warfield's lines, written in the spring months before 
 Manassas, "The Southern Chant of Defiance." With Timrod's 
 "Ethnogenesis," and Randall's "Maryland," it stands the finest 
 poetry which the year produced in the Confederacy. 
 
 1862 began with the Confederacy prevailing. Nevertheless, 
 the first six months of the year seemed to bring to the South 
 nothing but gloom. In February of '62, came news of the cap- 
 ture of Fort Hem'y on the Tennessee River, February sixth, and 
 on February eighth, of the fall of Fort Donelson, on the Cumber- 
 land. There was much more importance in these two defeats 
 than at first appeared to the poets; for these forts were the two 
 most valuable gateways to the Southwestern Confederacy, and 
 their fall meant not only the first break in the Confederate line, 
 but as well, direct menace of Southern control of the Mississippi, 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 31 
 
 and New Orleans. It foreshadowed the later evacuation of Nash- 
 ville, before Grant. 
 
 In January, the month before, the chief theme of the Southern 
 poets had been the meditated burning of the cotton crop, by the 
 Southern planters, and this cry of "Burn the Cotton 1" had brought 
 forth at least one finely phrased poem. In February, the themes 
 concerned the siege and evacuation of Donelson, and there began 
 the days of wretched anxiety that were to possess the Confederacy 
 until the end of July, when the land was to know that the Vir- 
 ginia part of her fine still held, and Richmond was safe. In 
 March McClellan assumed chief control of the Union forces, and 
 began his Peninsula campaign, in response to Lincoln's reiterated 
 cry, "On to Richmond." On the eighth of the month, the Con- 
 federate ram "Merrimac" out from Norfolk, succeeded in break- 
 ing the Federal blockade of Hampton Roads, much to the con- 
 sternation of the North. The next day, however, in her encounter 
 with the "cheesebox" Monitor, "the turtle" Merrimac was too 
 badly hurt to be of further or immediate use, and the elation of 
 the day before gave way to depression, which was in no way re- 
 lieved by the events of the next few months. AprU saw the prac- 
 tical occupation of the Mississippi, with the fall of Corinth, the 
 evacuation of Fort Pillow, and on the lower river, Farragut and 
 Porter's occupation of New Orleans. Of the Mississippi line, 
 there remained to the Confederates only Vicksburg and Port 
 Hudson. For the South everything depended on the defeat of 
 McClellan's "On to Richmond" march, since on the sixth of the 
 month, Albert Sidney Johnston, attempting to retrieve the dis- 
 aster to the middle line in Tennessee, had engaged Grant at Shiloh 
 and Pittsburgh Landing, with tremendous carnage. The battle 
 had proved an incomplete Confederate defeat, but what was 
 worse for the South, had occasioned Johnston's death. 
 
 To all of the many events of these opening months, the Southern 
 poets made continuous response. National songs inspiring faith 
 and comrage, as for example, Hewitt's "Lines Written During 
 These Gloomy Times, To Him Who Despairs," spoken at the 
 Richmond "Varieties" by Mr. Ogden, Wednesday night. May 7, 
 1862,— occasional verses suggested by various incidents and epi- 
 sodes of the war's progress, camp catches and marching ballads 
 praising individual troops and regiments, the poets poured forth 
 in unstinting measure. However, the death of Albert Sidney 
 
32 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Johnston, at Shiloh, made a deeper impresssion on the poets than 
 any event of these spring months. The affection and pure love 
 which the Southerners lavished on their leaders is one of the sev- 
 eral remarkable phenomena of the war. In no other war, and in 
 no other comitry do the leaders appear to have been so beloved, 
 so idolized. To us today, the expression of sentiment seems ex- 
 travagant and excessive. One attribute it has, however, and one 
 that is not to be denied. The praise of the South for her great 
 men is always passionately sincere. During the war, the South- 
 erners were, as never before, a band of brothers. There was, 
 therefore, in their relations with their great men, a personal con- 
 tact and appeal which in the North was not so keenly felt. Albert 
 Sidney Johnston, who with Beauregard, had been one of the heroes 
 of Manassas, was the first of Confederate heroes to fall. The 
 South mourned him, as she did all of her sons who fell in her 
 defence, truly and warmly. 
 
 When "Stonewall" Jackson died, after Chancellorsville, almost 
 a year later, the outburst of the poets with dirges and elegies was 
 quite typical. S. A. Link quotes T. C. de Leon, the editor of 
 South Songs (1866), as saying:* "I had in my collection no fewer 
 than forty-seven monodies and dirges on Stonewall Jackson, 
 some dozen on Ashby, and a score on Stuart." Even today there 
 are extant a round dozen of poems lamenting the death of Albert 
 Sidney Johnston. 
 
 With all the sorrow that came to the South in these first months 
 of depression, it is pleasant to see that she had not lost the saving 
 humor and satiric sense that was so to strengthen her in the evil 
 days which followed. On April sixteenth, for example, the Con- 
 federate Congress, alarmed by the condition of the Southern 
 army, passed a measure for conscription. This was commented 
 upon in the Southern Literary Messenger for the month, with a 
 delightful epigram: 
 
 Let us hail in this crisis the prosperous omen 
 
 That our senate shows virtue higher than Roman; 
 
 It has spumed all titles of honor, for rather 
 
 Than claim that each member be called "Conscript Father," 
 
 All self-aggrandizement they lay on the shelves, 
 
 And declare all men conscripts, excepting themselves! 
 
 *See War Poets of the South: Singers on Fire, S. A. link, p. 382. 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 33 
 
 During May and June of '62 Jackson and Lee endeavored to 
 arrest McClellan's progress by their counter campaign in the 
 Shenandoah. For the South it was a most successful move. Not 
 only were the Southern arms carried to victory, but, through the 
 unfortunate wounding of Joseph E. Johnston at Seven Pines, Lee, 
 whose fame had grown in the Shenandoah, was placed in supreme 
 command of the army of Northern Nirginia. The turning point 
 of the Southeth fortunes had arrived. The battle of the Chicka- 
 hominy, Malvern Hill, and the Seven Day's fighting before Rich- 
 mond, resulted in the defeat of McCleUan's campaign, and Rich- 
 mond, for the next two years, was saved. 
 
 The army of the Confederacy, through the hardships and re- 
 verses of the first year of fighting, had become a seasoned and 
 experienced (though, thanks to the blockade, a sadly ill-equip- 
 ped) machine. Its three great leaders were Lee and Jackson and 
 Beauregard. The Southerners at home were beginning to be 
 accustomed to the privations of war. They were all as confident 
 as ever of the righteousness of their war. Thus with a united 
 Confederacy behind him and after another victory at "Second 
 Manassas," in '62, Lee began his ill-starred Maryland campaign, 
 as a counter-stroke against the Army of the Potomac. Lee's 
 part of the Confederate fine, the Army of Northern Virginia, was 
 the only part of the original battle wall still intact. Butler and 
 his forces were in possession of New Orleans, the fall of Vicksburg, 
 already in siege, was but a matter of time, and in the West, un- 
 certainty stiU prevailed. John R. Thompson's spirited "A Word 
 to the West," was written when Joseph E. Johnston was dispatch- 
 ed to reUeve Vicksburg. It was at the same time an answer to 
 A. J. Requier's impassioned plea, "Clouds in the West." 
 
 Those were anxious days, indeed. September saw the desperate 
 conflict at Sharpsburg, the bloodiest single day's battle of the 
 war, which, although it was not a conclusive defeat, left the Con- 
 federate forces wretchedly crippled, and brought deepest anguish 
 to the South. The gloom, however, was reUeved in December by 
 Lee's victory at Fredericksburg. So the second year of war closed 
 on a people and a nation, whose hearts were sick of the conflict. 
 A second Christmas came to the Confederacy to find only the 
 grim reaUties of life instead of the plumes and pomp of circum- 
 stance with which the war had begun. Mrs. Preston drew the 
 picture for her countrywomen, in Beechenbrook: 
 
34 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 How saddening the change is! The season's the same, 
 And yet it is Christmeis in nothing but name: 
 No merry expression we utter today- 
 How can we, with hearts that refuse to be gay? 
 We look back a twelfthmonth on many a brow 
 That graced the home hearthstone — and where are they now? 
 We think of the darling ones clustering there. 
 But we see, through our tears, an untenanted chair. 
 
 None the less, the South was still firm in her resolve to battle 
 to the end. No sacrifice could be demanded so great that it 
 would not be willingly offered on the altar of Liberty — 
 
 Thank God! there is joy in the sorrow for all — 
 
 He fell — but it surely was blessed to fall; 
 
 For never shall murmur be heard from the mouth 
 
 Of mother or wife, through our beautiful South, 
 
 Or sister or maiden yield grudging her part, 
 
 Tho' the price that she pays, must be coined from her heart. 
 
 1863 proved another "Year of terror, year of strife." In the 
 far South, Butler, in possession of New Orleans, had begun his 
 reign of terror that was the savage inspiration of several poems. 
 From Hayne, in particular, it wrung one of the most powerful 
 lyrics of the war.* Up the river, the siege of Vicksburg stiU con- 
 tinued. How spring came to the land was most poignantly ex- 
 pressed by Henry Timrod, in "Spring." 
 
 Spring, with that nameless pathos in the air 
 
 Which dwells in all things fair. 
 
 Spring, with her golden suns and silver rain 
 
 Is with us once again. 
 
 ****** 
 
 Ah! who would couple thoughts of war and crime 
 
 With such a blessed time. 
 
 Who in the west-wind's aromatic breath 
 
 Could hear the call of Death! 
 
 ****** 
 
 Oh! standing on this desecrated mould, 
 Methinks that I behold. 
 Lifting her bloody daisies up to God, 
 Spring kneehng on the sod. 
 
 "Butler's Proclamation" by Paul H. Hayne, occasioned by Butler's order to 
 the effect: "It is ordered that hereafter when any female shall by word, ges- 
 ture or movement insult or show contempt for any ofiScer or soldier of the 
 United States, she shall be regarded and held liable to he treated as a woman 
 of the town, plying her vocation." 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 35 
 
 And calling with the voice of her rills 
 Upon the ancient Hills, 
 
 To fall and crush the tyrants and the slaves 
 Who turn her meads to graves. 
 
 Spring brought with it another bloody engagement and Con- 
 federate victory, the Battle of ChancellorsviUe, fought in the first 
 four days of May. In that, however, it caused the death 
 of Stonewall Jackson it was, next to the actual surrender of the 
 Southern army, the worst blow the Confederacy could have sus- 
 tained. His death, some one once said, was like the death of an 
 army. Certainly it took from Lee, already overburdened, his 
 good right hand. 
 
 The outburst of mourning that followed on Jackson's death, 
 has already been noted. The South and her poets loved him, 
 not only as a leader, but personally, as a great and good man. 
 He represented, moreover, that element of faith and religious 
 fervor which was one of the essential factors of the Southern 
 character, and without which the faith that sustained the Con- 
 federacy through four years of war, and the days of ruin that 
 followed, is inexplicable. 
 
 "Let me say," wrote Dr. Gildersleeve,* "that the bearing of 
 the Confederates is not to be understood without taking into 
 account the deep religious feeling of the army and its great leaders. 
 It is a historical element, like any other, and is not to be passed 
 over in summing up the forces of the conflict." Many are the 
 poems, the "Prayers for the South," and the individual suppli- 
 cations which still remain to attest the fact. For example, there 
 is the "Battle Hymn of the Virginia Soldier," an anonymous lyric 
 of striking beauty. There is the simpler, yet equally sincere and 
 devout "Soldier's Battle Prayer" from the Southern Literary 
 Messenger for April, '62. "A Mother's Prayer," is another very 
 touching poem, in the same theme: and there could be no more 
 impressive evidence of the true religious strain in Southern hearts, 
 than the verses, terrible in their satire, and burning in their in- 
 dignant phrases, "The War Christians' Thanksgiving," by S. 
 Teackle WaUis of Maryland, occasioned by the Union proclamation 
 for a day of prayer in the North, and "Respectfully Dedicated 
 to the War-Clergy of the United States, Bishops, Priests and 
 
 *See The Creed of the Old South, by Basil L. Gildersleeve, p. 13. 
 
36 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Deacons." Written as it was by a prisoner then in the dungeon 
 of Fort Warren, it is one of the most powerful human documents 
 of the War. At the same time, the South held her own days of 
 national prayer and fasting: and the verses which her poets 
 wrote on these occasions, were quite in character with the national 
 temper. 
 
 In the dark days of the next two years, the South was to find 
 need for all her faith and confidence in the right. As if Jackson's 
 death was not sufficient evil, July first to third brought Lee's 
 defeat at Gettysburg, and on the day after this battle, the fall of 
 Vicksburg, on the Mississippi. This meant the complete break- 
 ing of the Confederate line in the Southwest, and the return of 
 the Army of Northern Virginia to its original position in Virginia. 
 To complete the rout of the Confederate line, the Union forces 
 now began to beat through the Southern defense in Tennessee 
 and Kentucky, while Lee, back once more in Virginia, manouvered 
 to and fro against Meade. In the Southern campaign, the Con- 
 federates were steadily forced out of Tennessee, and Chattanooga, 
 the objective of the Union troops. This, (which was with Rich- 
 mond, the last important strategic point left to the Confederacy) 
 was wrested from Bragg, and occupied by Rosecrans on the 
 ninth. The latter thought that the fall of the city would be 
 sufficient warning to the Southerner, and that he and his forces 
 would at once withdraw. Far from doing that, however, Bragg 
 engaged him, ten days later, at Chickamauga. It was a two 
 days' battle, on the nineteenth and twentieth, and was, next to 
 Sharpsburg, the bloodiest engagement of the War. Though a 
 Confederate victory, it was dearly bought. Yet even after all 
 her suffering, the South wiUingly paid the price. Verses in the 
 Richmond Sentinel called the river "Chickamauga, The Stream 
 of Death," where the foe — 
 
 Learned, though long unchecked they spoil us, 
 
 Dealing desolation round, 
 Marking, with the tracks of ruin 
 
 Many a rood of Southern ground; 
 Yet, whatever course they follow, 
 
 Somewhere in their pathway flows 
 Dark and deep, a Chickamauga, 
 
 Stream of death to vandal foes. 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 37 
 
 They have found it dwldy flowing 
 
 By Manassas' famous plain, 
 And by rushing Shenandoah 
 
 Met the tide of woe again; 
 Chickahominy, immortal, 
 
 By the long ensanguined fight, 
 Rappahannock, glorious river. 
 
 Twice renowned for matchless fight. 
 
 Heed the story, dastard spoilers, 
 
 Mark the tale these waters tell. 
 Ponder well your fearful lesson, 
 
 And the doom that there befell; 
 Learn to shun the Southern vengeance. 
 
 Sworn upon the votive sword. 
 Every stream a Chickamauga 
 
 To the vile invading horde 1 
 
 None the less, in the battles that followed, the Union forces 
 prevailed. In the three days' fighting before Chattanooga, cul- 
 minating in the Battle of Missionary Ridge, on November twen- 
 ty-fifth, the Confederates were set in full flight. J. Augustine 
 Signaigo described this fight in "The Heights of Mission Ridge." 
 The final catastrophe had begun. 
 
 ^It had been threatening for a long time. By the end of '63, 
 nearly every Southern honie had suffered some loss or sorrow. 
 "Our Christmas Hymn" by Dr. John Dickson Bruns of Charles- 
 ton, put the grief of the land iuto words. 
 
 Wild bells! that shake the midnight air 
 
 With those dear tones that custom loves, 
 You wake no sounds of laughter here 
 
 Nor mirth in all our silent groves; 
 On one broad waste, by hill or flood. 
 
 Of ravaged lemds your music tails. 
 And where the happy homestead stood 
 
 The stars look down on roofless halls. 
 
 Timrod'sj"Christmas, 1863," shows a South that is sobered, 
 and weary^f battle: who with no idea of yielding, nevertheless, 
 yearns for peace. 
 
 How grace this hallowed day? 
 Shall happy bells, from yonder ancient spire. 
 Send their glad greetings to each Christmas fire 
 
 Round which the children play? 
 
38 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 How could we bear the mirth. 
 While some loved reveller of a year ago 
 Keeps his mute Christmas now beneath the snow, 
 
 In cold Virginian earth? 
 
 ***** 
 
 How shall we grace the day? 
 Oh! let the thought that on this holy morn 
 The Prince of Peace — the Prince of Peace was bom, 
 
 Employ us, while we pray! 
 
 ***** 
 
 He who tni time shall cease. 
 Shall watch that earth, where once, not all in vain 
 He died to give us peace, will not disdain 
 
 A prayer whose theme is — peace. 
 
 Perhaps, 'ere yet the spring 
 Hath died into the summer, over all 
 The land, the peace of His vast love shall fall 
 
 Like some protecting wing. 
 
 ***** 
 
 Peace on the whirring marts, 
 Peace where the scholar thinks, the hunter roams. 
 Peace, God of Peace! peace, peace in all our homes, 
 
 And peace in all our hearts! 
 
 1864 was a year to be endured in stricken anguish. After a 
 comparative lull during the first months of the war, on the fourth 
 of May three Union armies moved forward, two destined for 
 Richmond to shatter what part of the original Confederate line 
 there was left, and one for Atlanta against Johnston and Hood, 
 setting out to employ the troops still in the far South, and keep 
 them from the relief of Lee and Richmond. This latter campaign 
 was to end in the fall of Atlanta, and "Sherman's March to the 
 Sea," and caused the invention of a new word. 
 
 Gaunt and grim like a spectre rose that word before the world. 
 From a land of bloom and beauty into ruin rudely hurled, 
 From a people scourged by exile, from a city ostracised 
 Pallas-Uke it sprang to being, and that word is — Shermanized.* 
 
 Atlanta fell, despite Hood's frantic efforts, on September third, 
 '64. Hood's rashness in engaging in a counter attack against 
 NashviUe, cost him several severe defeats, and finally his army. 
 Termessee was thus brought entirely under Union control, and 
 
 *See "Shermanized" by L. Virginia French, 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 39 
 
 late in December, on the twenty-fourth, Sherman occupied Savan- 
 nah. Two poems, by the same author, Alethea S. Burroughs of 
 Georgia, commemorate this incident most poignantly, "Savannah," 
 written in encouragement when her ruin seemed impending, and 
 "Savannah Fallen," written after the occupation of the town. 
 
 On the way to Savannah, Sherman's route had lain through 
 Columbia, which had been piUaged and burned, a circumstance 
 that was the savage inspiration of James Barron Hope's flaming 
 verses, "A Poem that Needs No Dedication." The sack of Col- 
 umbia caused the evacuation of Charleston by the Confederate 
 forces, then directly menaced, and before the oncoming destroyer 
 the city was deserted. The pitiful fate of the city which had 
 witnessed the birth and earliest days of the Confederacy, could 
 not fail to stir the anguish of the Southern poets. "The Foe at 
 the Gates," by Dr. Bruns, for example, reveals the still prevailing 
 temper of the South. 
 
 Ring round her! children of her glorious skies, 
 
 Whom she hath nursed to stature proud and great; 
 
 Catch one last glance from her imploring eyes, 
 
 Then close your ranks and face the threatening fate. 
 
 To save her proud soul from that loathed thrall 
 Which yet her spirit cannot brook to name; 
 
 Or, if her fate be near, and she must fall, 
 
 Spare her — she sues — the agony and shame. 
 
 From all her fanes let solemn bells be tolled. 
 
 Heap with kind hands her costly funeral pyre. 
 
 And thus, with paean sung and anthem rolled, 
 Give her, unspotted, to the God of Fire. 
 
 Gather around her sacred ashes, then, 
 
 Sprinkle the cherished dust with crimson rain 
 
 Die! as becomes a race of freeborn men. 
 
 Who will not crouch to wear the bondsmen's chain. 
 
 To the poets of the South, the fate of this city was particularly 
 significant, for if any place may be said to have been the Uterary 
 centre of the Confederacy, it was Charleston. There, for ex- 
 ample, hved Simms and Timrod and Hayne, the leaders of her 
 lyrists, who, in the general destruction of the city, suffered the 
 loss of their homes and libraries. Had Charleston been spared 
 to them and to others, the Uterary history of the South in the days 
 
40 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 after the war might have been a different tale. As it was, the 
 disaster to each of these particular men proved irretrievable. 
 
 Lee, during the summer months, though stoutly resisting, and 
 adroitly circumventing the enemy at nearly every turn, was 
 nevertheless being forced back against Richmond. The Battles 
 of the Wilderness, May fifth and sixth, the Spottsylvania fighting, 
 on the eighth to the twentieth, and Cold Harbor, on June third, 
 resulted in advantage first to one side and to the other. Then 
 the conflict swung below Richmond to Petersburg, and for the 
 next month, the Union forces were halted before that strongly 
 fortified town. The "Battle of the Crater" was fought on July 
 thirtieth, over ground destroyed by FedereJ mines, but it was 
 unsuccessful for the Unionists, and their losses were so terrific 
 that for the next winter, at least, Richmond was safe. 
 
 The Petersburg siege is noteworthy since during it were written 
 some of the most attractive lyrics of the war, like "Dreaming in 
 the Trenches," by Gordon McCabe, and "A Bloody Day is 
 Dawning," by WiUiam Munford. It is remarkable that such 
 freshness of phrase could be given to men wearied by three years 
 of disappointing struggle. One may imagine that this is but an- 
 other indication of the vitality and spirit that was an integral 
 part of the Southern character. 
 
 By the end of '64, the Confederate battle wall had been crumpled 
 and was heated in, everywhere except in Virginia, before Rich- 
 mond. Peace for a stricken land was the immediate concern 
 ahke of poets and people. Beyond that they did not trust them- 
 selves to think: but peace was the universal prayer. 
 
 Peace I Peace I God of our fathers, grant us Peace! 
 Peace in our hearts, and at Thine altars; Peace 
 On the red waters and their blighted shores; 
 Peace for the leaguered cities, and the hosts 
 That watch and bleed, around them and within; 
 Peace for the homeless and the fatherless; 
 Peace for the captive on his weary way, 
 And the mad crowds who jeer his helplessness. 
 For them that suffer, them that do the wrong — 
 Sinning and sinned against — 0, GlodI for all — 
 For a distracted, torn and bleeding land — 
 Speed the glad tidings I Give us, give us Peace.* 
 
 "Prayer for Peace," by S. Teackle Wallis of Maryland. 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 41 
 
 The end came quickly. After a winter of preparation, deter- 
 mined among the Union forces, despairing among Lee's men, the 
 attack on Petersburg was resumed and carried on April second, 
 of '65. The next day, Richmond fell. Lee found escape impos- 
 sible, and on the tweKth the little white farmhouse at Appomattox 
 Court House, in the meeting of Lee and Grant, witnessed at once 
 the death of a young nation and the rebirth of an older one. 
 
 Lyric as had always been the poetic genius of the South, it was 
 but natural that her anguished cry of despair and defeat should 
 be put into the mouths of her poets. For the most part, the poems 
 on this theme are of beautiful quaUty, and those still extant form 
 the largest single class in the war poetry of the four years.* Cor- 
 respondingly, they constitute a glass wherein one may see how 
 defeat came to the South, and how she met the challenge of the 
 issue. There were, of course, some spirits which cried out be- 
 neath the unendurable prick that death itself had been preferable 
 to defeat. There is not emotion more appalling than despair 
 for which one sees no relieving element of comfort. Such poems 
 as "Stack Arms," by Joseph Blythe Alston, "DofiBng the Gray," 
 by Lieutenant FaUigant, "The Price of Peace" by "Luola" or 
 "Peace" by Alethea Burroughs of Savannah are terrible expres- 
 sions of this attitude. At the same time, there were those who 
 like Mrs. Preston, in "Acceptation," met the issue more bravely 
 and gently: 
 
 We do accept thee, heavenly Peace! 
 Albeit thou comest in a guise 
 Unlooked for — undesired, our eyes 
 
 Welcome, thro' tears, the kind release 
 
 From war and woe and want — surcease 
 
 For which we bless thee, holy Peace! 
 
 We lift our foreheads from the dust; 
 
 And as we meet thy brow's clear calm, 
 There falls a freshening sense of balm 
 
 Upon our spirits. Fear — distrust — 
 
 The hopeless present on us thrust — 
 
 We'll front them as we can, and must. 
 
 ***** 
 
 Then courage, brothers! Tho' our breast 
 Ache with that rankUng thorn, despair, 
 
 *In the present collection, eighty-one poems are definitely concerned with 
 the immediate circumstances of defeat. 
 
42 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 That failure plants so sharply there — 
 No pang, no pain shall be confessed; 
 We'U work and watch the brightening west, 
 And leave to Grod and Heaven, the rest. 
 
 There were others who accepted the inevitable gracefully, but 
 defiantly. 
 
 Weep, if thou wilt, with proud sad mien. 
 Thy blasted hopes — ^thy peace undone; 
 Yet brave, live on — nor seek to shun 
 
 Thy fate, like Egypt's conquered queen. 
 
 Though forced a captive's place to fill. 
 
 In the triumphal train — ^yet there, 
 
 Superbly, like Zenobia, wear 
 Thy chains — Virginia victrix still.* 
 
 There were yet others to whom the fall of the Confederacy was 
 typified in the furling of its banner. Poems like "The Conquered 
 Baimer," by Father Ryan, and J. C. M.'s "Cruci Dum Spiro, 
 Fido," and A. J. Requier's "Ashes of Glory" are typical expressions 
 of such spirits. Then there were those who, like D. B. Lucas, 
 "In the Land Where We Were Dreaming," began to regard the 
 struggle as the passing of a spirit world with which had passed 
 all chivalry and beauty. 
 
 There are many of these verses portraying the end, each slight- 
 ly differing in spirit from the one before, each repaying careful 
 study with the beauty of its melody, and as a class, forming the 
 noblest group of the war poems, whose only companions may be 
 the earfiest of the "Cry to Arms" series. Yet these poems of 
 defeat are infinitely the more appealing in that the fire and dash 
 of the earfier verses has here given way to the dignity of sorrow. 
 "For the people's hopes are dead." 
 
 Hundreds of poems written during the four years of conflict 
 reflect either individual reactions to war conditions, or incidents 
 of battle. Besides these there are the prison verses, hum- 
 orous pieces, and the southern songs, which in no way concern 
 the historical passage of the War. There are poems of personal 
 feeling, for example, like the exquisite and tender "The Con- 
 federate Soldier's Wife Parting From Her Husband" or Major 
 
 *^^\irginia Capia by Mrs. Margaret J. Preston. 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Cilil War 43 
 
 S. Y. Levy's "Love Letter," or Fanny Downing's "Dreaming." 
 There are poems that picture the life of the civilian population, 
 like "The Homespun Dress" by Miss Sinclair, or the anonymous 
 "Your Mission" which is of more than passing interest since in 
 the South it was attributed equally to John R. Thompson, Mrs. 
 Preston, Paul H. Hayne, and Mrs. Browning.* There are poems 
 reflecting the ravages of the war on the families of the soldiers, 
 Uke "Heart Victories," "Somebody's Darling," "Reading the 
 List," "Volunteered," and "The Unreturning." One could con- 
 tinue the catalogue indefinitely. 
 
 The prison verse, while not extensive, is for the most part, of 
 good quaUty. There are five men whose work may be considered 
 as representative, S. Teackle Wallis, who was imprisoned at Fort 
 Warren, and four at Johnson's Island. Wallis's "To The Ex- 
 changed Prisoners" was written in Fort Warren in July '62, and 
 is one of the first of the prison poems which we can identify as 
 such. The others. Major A. S. Hawkins, Colonel Beuhring H. 
 Jones, Colonel W. W. Fontaine, and Major George McKnight, 
 ("Asa Hartz,") wrote two years later, in '64 and '65. Hawkins 
 was the author of many poems, all of them popular, "The Hero 
 Without a Name," "To Infideha," "True to the Last," "Give Up," 
 "A Prisoner's Fancy." About the best known of Buehring Jones' 
 verses were "To a Dear Comforter," and the rather humorous 
 "Rat den Linden." Fontaine was the author of many poems, 
 notably "The Countersign," "Virginia Desolate," and "The 
 Cliff Beside the Sea." It remained for "Asa Hartz" to while 
 away his prison hours in writing lines so delightfully humorous, 
 so free and swift moving, that it is difficult to beheve they could 
 have been written within prison walls. "Living or Dying," 
 "Will No One Write to Me?" "To Exchange Commissioner Ould," 
 and "My Love and I" are among the best of his lighter verses: 
 "Exchanged," and "Farewell to Johnson's Island" are of more 
 sober temper. "My Love and I" is the best example of his work: 
 
 My love reposes on a rosewood frame — 
 
 A bunk have I; 
 A couch of feathery down fills up the same — 
 
 Mine's straw, but dry; 
 She sinks to sleep at night with scarce a sigh — 
 With waking eyes I watch the hours creep by. 
 
 *See South Songs, edited by T. C. de Leon, note 11, p. 149. 
 
44 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 My love her daily dinner takes in state — 
 
 And so do I (?); 
 The richest viands flank her silver plate — 
 
 Course grub have I. 
 Pure wines she sips at ease, her thirst to slake- 
 I pump my drink from Erie's limpid lake I 
 
 My love has all the worid at wUl to roam — 
 
 Three acres I; 
 She goes abroad, or quiet sits at home — 
 
 So cannot I; 
 Bright angels watch around her couch at night- 
 A Yank, with loaded gun, keeps me in sight. 
 
 A thousand weary miles do stretch between 
 
 My love and I; 
 To her, this wintry night, cool, calm, serene. 
 
 I waft a sigh; 
 And hope with all my earnestness of soul. 
 Tomorrow's mail may bring me my parole I 
 
 There's hope ahead! We'll one day meet again — 
 
 My love and I; 
 We'll wipe away all tears of sorrow then. 
 
 Her lovelit eye 
 WiU all my many troubles then beguile. 
 And keep ihis wayward reb. from Johnston's Isle. 
 
 The poetry dealing with incidents of the war is varied, and 
 touches many subjects. There were such verses for example, as 
 "The Silent March," by Walker Meriweather Bell, written on an 
 occasion during the war when General Lee was lying asleep by the 
 wayside and an army of fifteen thousand men "passed by with 
 hushed voices and footsteps, lest they should disturb his slumbers;" 
 "Stonewall Jackson's Way," written on the theme of the great 
 general's ability "always to be where needed and in the thick of 
 things;" "The Lone Sentry," based on an incident, common to 
 all wars, of the great general relieving a weary sentry; "The 
 Battle Rainbow" by John R. Thompson, inspired by the rainbow 
 that appeared the evening before the beginning of the Seven Days 
 of Battle before Richmond. "The rainbow overspread the eastern 
 sky, and exactly defined the position of the Confederate army, 
 as seen from the Capitol at Richmond." There were poems like 
 "Music in Camp" also by John R. Thompson, suggested by an 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 45 
 
 incident that occurred just after Chancellorsville: and "The 
 Unknown Hero," by W. Gordon McCabe, based on the discovery, 
 '"after the Battle of Malvern Hill, of a [Confederate] soldier lying 
 dead fifty yards in advance of any man or officer, his musket 
 firmly grasped in the rigid fingers, name unknown, simply '2 La' 
 on his cap." 
 
 Another interesting group of poems, closely connected with the 
 war, although not with the actual progress of events, is found in 
 the national and the army songs which were sung in camp and 
 field and by the fireside. It was natural that "Dixie" should be 
 the most popular of airs, and while it admitted of endless variations 
 and sentiments, the words that were generally sung to it were 
 those by Albert Pike. The Marseillaise was another widely 
 popular air, to which were sung any number of poems. One of 
 these "The Southern Marseillaise" by A. E. Blackmar, written 
 early in 1861, was sung by the troops as they marched to their 
 assembling points, and may very properly be called the Rallying 
 Song of the South. 
 
 "The Bonnie Blue Flag," by Harry McCarthy was the favorite 
 of the popular national songs. It was first sung by him on the 
 stage of the Academy of Music in New Orleans, in September, 1861, 
 and caused such excitement that the event precipitated a riot. 
 When General Butler was in command of the city, two years 
 later, he threatened to impose a fine of twenty-five dollars on any 
 man, woman or child who sang it. In addition he arrested the pub- 
 lisher, A. E. Blackmar, destroyed the sheet music, and fined him 
 five hundred dollars. After the tune became estabhshed as a fav- 
 orite, Mrs. Annie Chambers Ketchum of Kentucky wrote other 
 words to the air, which were frequently used.* In addition to the 
 national songs, the various states used particular anthems. Mary- 
 land had Randall's song, "Maryland, My Maryland." For South 
 Carofina there were Timrod's noble Unes in the same strain, "Carol- 
 ina." "Georgia, My Georgia" was written by Carrie Bell Sin- 
 clair, and the "Song of the Texas Rangers" by Mrs. J. D. Young. 
 These are but a few among a longer fist. 
 
 It has been saidf that while the Confederate Army was not 
 "absolutely destitute of songs, it simply lacked a plentiful supply 
 
 *See The South in History and Literature, by Mildred Lewis Rutherford, 
 p. 254. 
 fSee Three Centuries of Southern Poetry, by Carl Holliday, p. 112. 
 
46 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 of songs written especially for the moment." This is far from 
 being the case. Indeed, the camp songs and marching ballads 
 written in the Confederate camps during the war, are legion. They 
 vary in excellence from "The CavaUers' Glee" by Captain Wil- 
 ham Blackford of Stuart's staff, to the extremely popular and 
 dehghtful "Goober Peas," by A. Pender. For the camp catches 
 there were certain stock tunes, such as the "Happy Land of Ca- 
 naan," "Wait for the Wagon," "We'U Be Free in Maryland," 
 "Gay and Happy," which were used over and over, and to which 
 words were improvised to fit the occasion. Even the slender 
 Confederate Navy had her stock of ballads. "The Alsibama," 
 by E. King, author of "Naval Songs of the South," is the best 
 representative of this class. 
 
 It is not strange that during the chaotic days of the Confeder- 
 acy, poems that had been written by Southerners in ante-bellum 
 days were pubUshed in the South as of Confederate origin; and 
 that poems of the war period written in the North or abroad 
 should be attributed to Confederate authors. In the first cate- 
 gory are verses such as "My Wife and Child," by Henry R. Jack- 
 son of Georgia, which he wrote during the Mexican War, and in 
 the second class, "The Soldier Boy," a widely popular poem which 
 was really by the EngUshman, Dr. William Maginn (1793-1842), 
 whom Thackeray satirized as "Captain Shalow" in Pendennis, 
 but which was assigned to "H. M. L." of Lynchburg, and even 
 given the circumstantial date of May 18, 1861. Another poem 
 that was widely copied, but which was reaUy written by T. Buch- 
 anan Read in Rome in 1861, was "The Brave at Home." 
 
 Two other poems whose origins have attracted much attention 
 are "The Confederate Note," by Major S. A. Jonas of Mississippi, 
 and "All Quiet Along the Potomac Tonight," by Mrs. Ethel Lynn 
 Beers. Major Jonas seems to have established unquestionable 
 claim to his poem in a letter to the LouisviUe Courier, under date 
 of December 11, 1889. The poem by Mrs. Beers was a long time 
 claimed for Lomar Fontaine. Mrs. Beers had written the verses 
 in 1861, in which year they had appeared in Harper s Weekly. 
 Late in '62 they began to circulate in the South, and for some 
 unknown reason were assigned to Lomar Fontaine. He was at 
 once showered with praise and eulogy, but it is interesting to 
 note that in the Editor's Table of the Southern Literary Messenger 
 for June, 1863 (p. 375) at the end of verses by Henry C. Alex- 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 47 
 
 ander "To Lomar Fontaine, the author of the verses entitled 
 'AH Quiet Along the Potomac Tonight,' and if report be true, one 
 of the unrewarded heroes of the South" the Editor has subscribed 
 the following discriminating comment: "It is questionable whether 
 Fontaine wrote the 'All Quiet Along the Potomac' There was 
 no occasion to incite such a poem. Our pickets along the Poto- 
 mac were rarely if ever shot: those of the Yankees were shot 
 night after night.* We have heard that the author of the lines 
 attributed to Fontaine is an Ohioan. A brave man — a hero, if 
 you will, — Fontaine has yet to prove that he is a poet." 
 
 One other poem whose origin has been questioned is "The 
 Countersign," which, reprinted in the Philadelphia Press in 
 1861, was declared to have been written by a private in Company 
 G, Stuart's Engineer Regiment, at Camp Lesley, near Washing- 
 ton. F. F. Browne, in Bugle Echoes, cryptically adds: "But it 
 may now be stated positively that it was written by a Confederate 
 soldier, still living. The third line of the fifth stanza affords in- 
 ternal evidence of Southern origin." This Confederate soldier 
 was Colonel W. W. Fontaine. 
 
 Metrical study of the Southern war poetry leads inevitably to 
 the conclusion that Southern tempereunent lent itself naturally to 
 rhythmic expression. The poets of the South, many of them un- 
 trained in the technique of their art, wrote in every metrical ar- 
 rangement that can be imagined, from curious irregular unrhymed 
 rhythms to ballad measure, and to the long and intricate stanzaic 
 forms used by Simms and Timrod. In nearly every case, ex- 
 cept, of course, with the cruder camp songs, the verses flow felic- 
 itously, and the effect is melodious. Even in the sonnet formf 
 although the Southerner did not seem capable of writing a true 
 sonnet, the rhythm moves with ease and harmony. The verses 
 . may infringe every rule of the sonnet form, but the result is 
 effective. 
 
 Such is the achievement of the Southern war verse. It is a 
 wonderfully effective expression of sentiment, and becomes all 
 the more remarkable when one considers the conditions un- 
 der which it was created. It was written in a land first rich 
 and prosperous, then through four weary years ravaged and 
 
 *This was probably due to the fact that the Southern slopes of the river 
 were wooded as compared with the rather bare Northern side, 
 fin the present collection there are seventeen sonnets. 
 
48 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 starved into ruin: by soldiers in the field and in the prisons, and 
 women suffering silently at home. Even the mediums through 
 which this poetry was pubUshed, shared the vicissitudes of the 
 land, and have been generally destroyed or scattered. Neverthe- 
 less the war poetry of the Confederacy which remains to us today, 
 stands as an enduring memorial to the inherent nobility of the 
 Southern heart and to the fideUty of devotion to principle, which 
 has always given the South the admiration of those who, while 
 they caimot agree with her point of view, must nevertheless re- 
 spect her courage and spirit. At the same time it forms a notable 
 contribution to the Uterature of our land. Best of all, this poetry 
 satisfies the function of those "Sentinel Songs" of which Father 
 A. J. Ryan wrote, on May sixth, 1867: 
 
 When sinks the soldier brave 
 
 Dead at the feet of Wrong, 
 The poet sings, and guards his grave 
 
 With sentinels of song. 
 
 * 4c * * * 
 
 When marble wears away 
 
 And monuments are dust. 
 The Songs that guard our soldiers' clay 
 
 Will still fulfill their trust. 
 
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 An American Anthology, 1787-1900. Selections illustrating the 
 editor's critical review of American poetry in the nineteenth 
 century. Edited by Edmund Clarence Stedman. Boston 
 and New York: Houghton Mifflin Company. The River- 
 side Press, Cambridge, 1900. 
 
 The Creed of the Old South, 1865-1915. By Basil L. Gildersleeve. 
 Baltimore: The Johns Hopkins Press, 1915. 
 
 History of the Civil War, 1861-1865. By James Ford Rhodes, 
 LL.D., Litt.D.: with maps. New York: The Macmillan 
 Company, 1917. 
 
 The Photographic History of the Civil War, Vol. IX. Poetry and 
 Eloquence of the Blue and Gray: edited by Dudley H. Miles, 
 Ph.D., Columbia, introduction by Dr. W. P. Trent, of Col- 
 umbia. Appendix. Songs of the War Days — Soldier Songs 
 and Negro Spirituels. New York: The Review of Reviews 
 Co., 1911. 
 
 Poets of the South: A series of Biographical and Critical Studies 
 with typical poems, annotated by F. U. N. Painter, A.M., 
 D.D. New York, Cincinnati, Chicago, 1903. 
 
 The South in History and Literature: A Handbook of Southern 
 Authors from the Settlement of Jamestown, 1607, to Living 
 Writers. By Mildred Lewis Rutherford, Athens, Ga. At- 
 lanta: The Franklin-Turner Co., 1907. 
 
 South Songs: From the Lays of Later Days. Collected and Edited 
 by T. C. De Leon. New York: Blelock & Co., No. 19 Beek- 
 man Street, 1866. 
 
 The Southern Literary Messenger. Dr. G. W. Bagby, Editor, Jan- 
 uary, 1862. Macfarlane & Fergusson, Proprietors, Rich- 
 mond, Va. 
 
 Southern Prose and Poetry: for Schools. By Edwin Mims and 
 Bruce R. Payne. Charles Scribner's Sons: New York, Chi- 
 cago, Boston, 1910. 
 
 Southern Writers: Biographical and Critical Sketches: "Irwin Rus- 
 sell." By William Malone Baskerville. September, 1896. 
 Barber & Smith, Agents, Nashville, Tenn. 
 
 War Poetry of the South. Edited by William Gilmore Simms, LL. 
 D. New York: Richardson & Company, 540 Broadway, 
 1867. 
 
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50 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 War Poets of the South: Singers on Fire. By Samuel Albert Link. 
 Nashville, Term: Barber & Smith, Agents, c. 1898. 
 
 BIBLIOGRAPHY OF COLLECTIONS EXAMINED 
 
 Material from Boston Boston Athenaemn. 
 
 broadsides. 
 
 Material iiomNew York .... New York Public Library anthologies, 
 
 Confederate imprints. 
 
 Material from P/n7acfe/p/iia . .Library Co. of Philadelphia: 
 
 Main branch, 
 newspaper clippings. 
 
 Ridgway branch, 
 broadsides, 
 songs, 
 
 newspaper clippings, 
 Mr. Samuel's collection. 
 
 Material from BaZiimore 1. Maryland Historical Society. 
 
 Scrap book of broadsides 
 (Mr. Lennox Birkhead). 
 2. Baltimore, City Librarian's Of- 
 fice, City Hall. 
 Ledger 1411, 
 newspaper clippings. 
 
 Material from Washington . . . Congressional Library. 
 
 broadsides (MSS. Division), 
 magazines, 
 anthologies, 
 Confederate imprints. 
 
 Material from Cleveland Western Reserve Historical Society. 
 
 broadsides, 
 anthologies, 
 Confederate imprints. 
 
 Material from Private MSS. and Miscellaneous Sources. 
 
BIBLIOGRAPHY OF ANTHOLOGIES AND 
 CONFEDERATE IMPRINTS 
 
 Abram: A Military Poem. By A. Young Rebelle, Esq., of the 
 Army. Richmond: Macfarlane & Fergusson, 1863. 
 
 ["A string of smoothly running rhymes about Lincohi, Stonewall, 
 McClellan, Pope, Burnside & Co., with a very droll preface in 
 place of an appendix. The author is a Texan, and we doubt 
 not his comrades of Hood's old brigade will enjoy this little 
 book nearly as much as they do a hard day's fight after a long 
 march." — ^Review in The Southern Literary Messenger, for March, 
 1863.] 
 
 Allan's Lone Slar Ballads: A collection of southern patriotic songs, 
 made dm-ing Confederate times . . . compiled and re- 
 vised by Francis D. Allan. Galveston, Texas: J. D. Sawyer, 
 1874. 
 American War Ballads and Lyrics: Edited by George Cary Eg- 
 gleston. New York and London: G. P. Putnam's Sons, 1889. 
 The Army Songster: Dedicated to the Army of Northern Vir- 
 ginia. Published by George L. Bidgood, Richmond, Va., and 
 printed by Macfarlane & Fergusson, 1864. (Reprinted by 
 J. W. Fergusson & Son, 1902.) 
 
 ["This is one of the almost numberless catalogues of 'Songbooks,' 
 'Songsters,' etc., which has been published during the War, — 
 rejoicing in such patriotic titles as the 'Rebel,' 'Stonewall,' 
 'Soldiers,' etc., which with a most refreshing contempt for con- 
 sistency in name and date, embrace sprinklings from the lyric 
 music of almost every age and clime. 'No One to Love,' 'Rory 
 O'More,' 'Kathleen Mavourneen,' 'Marseillaise,' etc., etc., of 
 course, figure extensively. We suppose the 'Army Songster' 
 is quite as good as the rest, and we are not quite sure this is 
 extravagant praise." — ^Review in The Southern Literary Mes- 
 senger for April, 1864.] 
 
 The Beauregard Songster: Being a collection of Patriotic, Senti- 
 mental and Comic Songs, The Most Popular of the Day. 
 Arranged by Hermann L. Schreiner. Pubhshed by John 
 C. Schreiner & Son, Macon and Savannah, Ga., 1864. 
 
 Beechenbrook: A Rhyme of the War, by Margaret J. Preston. 
 Richmond: J. W. Randolph, 121 Main Street, 1865. 
 
 Same: Baltimore, 1867. 
 
 Bugle-echoes: A collection of poems of the Civil War, Northern 
 and Southern. New York: White, Stokes & AUen, 1866. 
 
 The Cavalier Songster: Containing a Splendid Collection of Orig- 
 inal and Selected Songs, Compiled and Arranged Expressly 
 for the Southern Pubhc. Staunton, Va., 1865. 
 
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52 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Confederate Scrap-Book: Copied from a Scrap-book kept by a 
 young girl during and immediately after the war, with ad- 
 ditions from war-copies of the "Southern Literary Messenger" 
 and "Illustrated News" loaned by friends, and other selec- 
 tions as accredited. Published for the benefit of the Memorial 
 Bazaar, held in Richmond, April 11, 1893. Richmond, Va.: 
 J. L. Hill Printing Co., 1893. 
 
 Corinth, and Other Poems of the War: By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. 
 "Praeritorum Memoria Eventorum." Lynchburg: Johnson 
 & Schaffter, Printers, 60 and 62 Market Street, 1865. 
 
 ["Publicly burnt on its appearance in 1865, by order of General 
 Terry, as an objectionable and incendiary publication." See 
 Adams, Dictionary of American Authors (1905), p. 213.] 
 
 Callings from The Confederacy: A Collection of Southern Poems, 
 Original and Others, popular during the War between the 
 States, and Incidents and Facts worth recaUing. 1862-1866. 
 Including the Doggerel of the Camp, as Well as Tender Trib- 
 ute to the Dead. "From grave to gay, from reverend to 
 severe." Compiled by Nora Fontaine M. Davidson, Peters- 
 burg, Va. Washington, D. C: the Rufus H. Darby Print- 
 ing Co., 1903. 
 
 The General Lee Songster: Being a collection of the most popular, 
 sentimental, patriotic and comic songs. Arranged by Her- 
 mann L. Schreiner. Published by John C. Schreiner & Sons, 
 Macon and Savannah, Ga., 1865. 
 
 Hopkins' New Orleans 5c Song Book. New Orleans, 1861. 
 
 Immortal Songs of Camp and Field. By Rev. Louis Albert Banks, 
 D.D. With portraits and illustrations. The B. B. Co., 
 Cleveland. The Burrows Brothers Company, Publishers, 
 1899. 
 
 Immortelles: A tribute to "The Old South." A Compilation by 
 Sarah Robinson Reid. Little Rock, Ark.: published by the 
 Brown Printing Company, 1896. 
 
 The Jack Morgan Songster. Complied by a Captain in General 
 Lee's Army. Raleigh, N. C. Branson & Farrar, Fayette- 
 viUe St., 1864. 
 
 Original Collection of War Poems and War Songs of the American 
 Civil War. Compiled by Angie C. Beebe. Edited and Pub- 
 Ushed by The Argus Press at Red Wing, Minnesota. 
 
 Our War Songs, North and South. Cleveland, Ohio; S. Brainard's 
 Sons, c. 1887. (Words and music.) 
 
 Personal and Political Ballads. Arranged and edited by Frank 
 Moore. New York: George P. Putnam, 1864. 
 
 The Photographic History of the Civil War, Vol. IX, Poetry and 
 Eloquence of the Blue and Gray. Edited by Dudley N. 
 Miles, Ph.D., Columbia. Introduction by Dr. W. P. Trent, 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 53 
 
 of Columbia. Appendix: Songs of the War Days— soldier 
 
 songs and negro spirituels. New York: The Review of 
 
 Reviews Company, 1911. 
 Poetry, Lyrical, Narrative and Satirical, of the Civil War. Selected 
 
 and Edited by Richard Grant White. New York: The 
 
 American News Company, 1866. 
 Rebel Rhymes and Rhapsodies: Collected and edited by Frank 
 
 Moore. New York: George P. Putnam, 1864. 
 Richmond, Her Glory and Her Graves. By Corneha J. M. Jordan. 
 
 Richmond: Medical Journal Printing Co., 1866. 
 The Royal Ape: A Dramatic Poem. Richmond: West & John- 
 ston, 145 Main Street, 1863. 
 Songs and Ballads of the Southern People, 1861-1865. Collected 
 
 and edited by Frank Moore. New York: D. Appleton & 
 
 Co., 1, 3, and 5 Bond Street, 1886. 
 Songs of Love and Liberty. Compiled by a North CaroUna Lady. 
 
 Raleigh, N. C: Branson & Farrer, Fayetteville St., 1864. 
 Songs of the Confederacy and Plantation Melodies. Compiled by 
 
 Mrs. A. Mitchell. G. B. Jennings, 1907. 
 Songs of the South: Choice selections from southern poets from 
 
 Colonial times to the present day. Collected and edited by 
 
 Jennie Thornley Clarke, Philadelphia: J. B. Lippincott 
 
 Company, 1896. 
 
 Songs of the South. J. W. Randolph, 121 Main Street, Richmond, 
 Va., 1863. 
 
 [There was an earlier edition in 1862.] 
 
 Songs Written by Capt. T. F. Roche, C. S. A., Prisoner of War at 
 Fort Delaware, 1865. Sung by the Fort Delaware minstrel 
 troop, organized by the Confederate officers to aid sick com- 
 rades in hospital. Winchester, Va.: The Enterprise Print- 
 ing Company. 
 
 South Songs: From the Lays of Later Days. Collected and Edited 
 by T. C. De Leon. New York: Blelock & Co., 19 Beekman 
 Street, 1866. 
 
 The Southern Amaranth: A carefully selected collection of poems 
 growing out of and in reference to the late war. Edited by 
 Miss SaUie A. Brock. New York: George S. Wilcox, Pub- 
 lisher, successor to Blelock & Co., 49 Mercer Street, 1869. 
 
 Southern and Miscellaneous Poems. By Thomas Q. Barnes, 
 Mobile, Ala., 1886. 
 
 Southern Odes: By The Outcast, a gentleman of South Carolina. 
 [C. B. Northrup.j Published for the benefit of the Ladies 
 Fuel Society: Charleston; Harper and Calvo, 1861. 
 
 The Southern Literary Messenger: Devoted to every department of 
 . Literature, and the Fine Arts. Edited by Dr. G. W. Bagby, 
 
54 The Southern War Poetry of tlie Civil War 
 
 1861-1864, and F. H. Alfriend, 1864. Richmond: Publish- 
 ed by Marfarlane & Fergusson, Proprietors, 1861-1863, and 
 Wedderburn & Alfriend, Proprietors, 1864. January, 1861- 
 June, 1864. 
 
 [Owing to war conditions, the magazine suspended publication 
 after June, 1864.] 
 
 The Southern Poems of the War: Collected and arranged by Miss 
 Emily V. Mason. Baltimore: John Murphy & Co., Pub- 
 Ushers, 182 Baltimore Street, 1867. 
 
 Same. Third edition revised and enlarged. Baltimore, 1869. 
 
 The Southern Songster: A collection of the best original songs of 
 the Confederate states. Pubhshed for sale at the Southern 
 Bazaar, at Liverpool, October, 1864. 
 
 Southern War Songs. Atlanta: Franklin Printing & PubUshing 
 Co., 1895. 
 
 Southern War Songs: Camp Fire, Patriotic & Sentimental. Col- 
 lected and arranged by W. L. Fagan. Illustrated. New 
 York: M. T. Richardson & Co., 1890. 
 
 The Stonewall Song-Book: Being a collection of patriotic, senti- 
 mental and comic songs. Richmond: West & Johnston, 1865. 
 
 The Sunny Land, or Prison Prose 4 Poetry: Containing the Pro- 
 ductions of the Ablest Writers of the South, and Prison Lays 
 of Distinguished Confederate Officers, by Colonel Buehring 
 H. Jones, 60th Virginia Infantry. Edited, with Preface, 
 Biographies, Sketches and Stories by J. A. Houston, Balti- 
 more, 1868. 
 
 "The land we love — a queen of lands, 
 No prouder one the world has known; 
 Though now uncrowned, upon her throne 
 
 She sits with fetters on her hands." 
 
 War: A poem, with copious notes, founded on the revolution of 
 1861-62. (Up to the battles before Richmond, inclusive) by 
 John H. Hewitt . . . Richmond, Va. : Weston & Johns- 
 ton, 1862. 
 
 War Flowers: Reminiscences of Four Year's Campaigning. Re- 
 spectfully dedicated to the Ladies of New Orleans. By F. 
 B. 1865. 
 
 War Lyrics and Songs of the South. London: Spottiswoode & Co., 
 1866. "Printed of necessity in England, and not revised." 
 
 War Poetry of the South. Edited by WiUiam Gilmore Simms, LL. 
 D. New York: Richardson & Co., 540 Broadway, 1867. 
 
 War Poets of the South and Confederate Camp Fire Songs. Com- 
 piled by Charles William Hubner. Atlanta, Ga.: Chas. P. 
 Byrd, Printer. 
 
 War Songs ^ Poems of the Southern Confederacy, 1861-1865. 
 Compiled by H. M. Wharton. Philadelphia: Winston, 1904. 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 55 
 
 War Songs of the Blue and the Gray: As sung by the Brave Soldiers 
 of the tjmon & Confederate Armies in camp, on the march, 
 and in the garrison: with preface by Professor Henry L. 
 Williams, etc. New York: Hm'st & Co., PubUshers, 1905. 
 War Songs of the South: Edited by "Bohemian," Correspondent, 
 Richmond Despatch. [W. G. Shepperson.] Richmond: 
 West & Johnson, 145 Main St, 1862. 
 
 ["I said, I knew a very wise man so much of Sir Chr 's 
 
 sentiment, that he beUeved if a man were permitted to make 
 all the ballads, he need not care who should make the laws of 
 a nation." — Fletcher's Political Works, p. 372.] 
 
ABBREVIATIONS USED FOR ANTHOLOGIES 
 
 Alsb Allan's Lone Star Ballads. 
 
 Amaranth The Southern Amaranth. 
 
 Army The Army Songster. 
 
 Barnes Southern and Miscellaneous Poems. 
 
 B. E Bugle-Echoes. 
 
 Beau The Beauregard Songster. 
 
 Beechenbrook Beechenbrook: A Rhyme of the War. 
 
 Bohemian War Songs 0/ the South. 
 
 Cav The Cavalier Songster. 
 
 C. C Callings from the Confederacy. 
 
 Cor Corinth, and Other Poems. 
 
 C. S. B Confederate Scrap Book. 
 
 E. V. M Southern Poems of the War, '67. 
 
 E. V. M. '69 Southern Poems of the War, '69. 
 
 Pagan Southern War Songs. 
 
 G. C. E American War Ballads and Lyrics. 
 
 Hopkins Hopkins' New Orleans 5c Songbook. 
 
 Hubner War Poets of the South and Confederate 
 
 Camp Fire Songs. 
 
 Im Immortelles. 
 
 J. M. S Jack Morgan Songster. 
 
 L. & L Songs of Love and Liberty. 
 
 Lee The General Lee Songster. 
 
 Outcast Southern Odes. 
 
 P. & P. B Personal and Political Ballads. 
 
 Phot. Hist Photographic History of the Civil War. 
 
 Randolph Songs of the South. 
 
 Richmond Richmond, Her Glory and Her Graves. 
 
 Roche Songs Written on Capt. T. F. Roche. 
 
 R. R Rebel Rhymes and Rhapsodies. 
 
 S. B. P Songs and Ballads of the Southern People. 
 
 S. B. Liv Southern Songster. 
 
 S. L. M The Southern Literary Messenger. 
 
 S. 0. S War Lyrics and Songs of the South. 
 
 S. S South Songs. 
 
 Sunny The Sunny Land, or Prison Prose and 
 
 Poetry. 
 
 War War. 
 
 W. B. G War Songs of the Blue and the Gray. 
 
 W. F War-Flowers. 
 
 W. G. S War Poetry of the South. 
 
 W. L War Lyrics and Songs of the South. 
 
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ABBREVIATIONS USED OF COLLECTIONS 
 
 R. B. B Colkdion of Broadsides in Ridgway Branch 
 
 of Library Company of Philadelphia. 
 R. B. M Collection of Music in Ridgway Branch of 
 
 Library Company of Philadelphia. 
 R. N. S Collection of Newspaper Songs in Ridgway 
 
 Branch of Library Co., of Philadelphia 
 
 Md. Hist. Soc Maryland Historical Society, Baltimore, Md. 
 
 Wash'n Collection of the Congressional Library, 
 
 Washington, D. C. 
 West. Res Collection of the Western Reserve Historical 
 
 Society, Cleveland, Ohio. 
 
 N. Y. P. L Collection of the New York Public Library. 
 
 Priv Private MSS. or source. 
 
 B.C.L., Ledger 1411. .Ledger 1^1 in Baltimore City Librarian's 
 
 Office. 
 
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INDEX OF SOUTHERN WAR POEMS OF THE CIVIL WAR 
 
 [Note: — Round brackets at the end of the title indicate the volume or one of 
 the volumes in which the poem may be found. Wherever the poem 
 appears in several anthologies, that anthology easiest of access to the 
 general reader, has been selected. Square brackets are used for the 
 interpolation of explanatory matter. 
 
 The first two lines of each poem are given to serve as a check since 
 identical poems may appear under corrupted captions, or various titles.] 
 
 Abe's Cogitations: (Randolph.) 
 
 "We ought to whip them rebel chaps, 
 I think so, more and more" — 
 
 Abraham Lincoln: The Mohammed of the Modern Hegira. New 
 Orleans, March 5, 1861. (P. & P. R. from the New Orleans 
 Crescent,) 
 
 At midnight in the Keystone State 
 Old Abe was dreaming of the hour — 
 Acceptation: Ry Mrs. M. J. Preston. (E. V. M.) 
 We do accept thee, heavenly Peace! 
 Albeit thou comest in a guise" — 
 Acrostic [Davis]: February 22, 1862. (R. N. S. from the 
 Charleston Courier.) 
 
 "Jehovah, mighty arbiter in earth below. 
 Ere morning stars together sang, in heaven supreme," — 
 Acrostic [B. F. Butler]: Raltimore, March 14, 1863. (R. B. 
 R. 11>^.) 
 
 "Brutal by nature — a coward and knave. 
 Famed for no action, noble or brave" — , 
 Acrostic in Memory of 0. Jennings Wise: By Miriam. (S. L. M. 
 Ed. Table, September, '63.) 
 
 "Over his cold brow 
 Just touched by Time's soft silver tracery," — 
 Acrostic on Magrader: Ry G. B. Milner, Harrisburg, Texas. 
 (Alsb.) 
 
 "Much hast thou suffered, bright Isle of the Wavel 
 Ah! can anyone succor: ctin anyone save?" 
 Addition to the Bonnie Blue Flag: A Tribute to True Kentuck- 
 ians. (W. L.) 
 
 "And we will add another cheer for our Kentucky State, 
 Her sons in the most glorious war have proved both brave and great;" — 
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The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 59 
 
 Address: Delivered at the opening of the New Theatre at Rich- 
 mond: A Prize Poem, by Henry Timrod. (W. G. S. from 
 Southern Illustrated News.) 
 "A fairy ring 
 Drawn in the crimson of a battle-plain" — 
 
 Address to the Exchanged Prisoners: On the 31st of July, 1862, all 
 the prisoners of war in Fort Warren, (about 250 soldiers of 
 the Confederate army) embarked for Fortress Monroe, to be 
 exchanged. They left in Fort Warren, 14 gentlemen, who 
 were imprisoned under the designation of "poUtical prisoners." 
 These were all Marylanders by birth, aU but one (Mr. Winder) 
 were residents of that state when arrested. On their behalf 
 the following lines were addressed to their departing friends: 
 By T. S. Wallis, Fort Warren, July 31, 1862 : S. L. M., July and 
 August, 1862. (E. V. M.) 
 
 "The anchors are weighed, and the gates of yon prison 
 Fall wide, as your ship gives her prow to the foam," — 
 
 Address to the Women of the Southern Troops: Air— "Bruce's 
 Address:" By Mrs. J. T. H. Cross. (R. R.) 
 "Southern men, misheathe the sword, 
 Inland and along the board;" — ■ 
 
 After the Battle: By Miss Agnes Leonard. (W. G. S. from the 
 Chicago Journal of Commerce, June, 1863.) 
 
 "All day long the sun had wandered. 
 Through the slowly creeping hours" — 
 
 After the Battle of Bull Run: July 21, [1861.] (W. L.) 
 "Sadly cind low, 
 Hear how the fitful breezes blow!" — 
 
 Afraid of a Dead Baby: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 "Keep here, my little baby: rest alone! 
 Not in thy father's tomb can'st thou be laid:" — 
 
 Alabama: (Randolph). 
 
 "Over vale and over mountain. 
 
 Pealing forth in triumphal song," — 
 
 The Alabama: Respectfully dedicated to the Gallant Captain 
 Semmes, His Officers and Crew and to the Officers and Sea- 
 men of the C. S. Navy: by E. King, author of Naval Songs of 
 the South. Richmond, Va., George Dunn & Co. (R. B. M., 
 1864.) 
 
 "The wind blow off yon rocky shore 
 Boys! Set yoiu' sails all free" — 
 
 The Alabama Cottage: A Homely Scene. (R. B. B.) 
 "The Alabamian sat by the chimney side — 
 His face was wrinkled and worn." — 
 
60 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Albert Sidney Johnston: (Im.) 
 
 "Honor to him who only drew 
 
 In Freedom's cause his battle blade," — 
 Albert Sidney Johnston: By A. G. (E. V. M., '69.) 
 "I heard afar, the cannon's roar. 
 Its lightning flashed from shore to shore," — 
 Albert Sidney Johnston: Killed at Battle of Shiloh, April, 1862. 
 By Fleming James. (E. V. M.) 
 
 " 'Mid dim and solemn forests, in the dawning chill and gray 
 Over dank, unrustling leaves, or through the stiff and sodden clay" — 
 Albert Sidney Johnston: Dirge by Colonel A. W. Terrell. (Alsb.) 
 "Hush the notes of exultation for a battle dearly won I 
 Low the chief's proud form is lying — Texas weeps another son!" — 
 All Is Gone: By Fadette. (W. G. S. from the Memphis Appeal.) 
 "Sister harki Atween the trees cometh naught but summer breeze? 
 
 All is gone" — 
 All Over Now: (Im.) 
 
 "All over now! The trumpet blast. 
 
 The hurried tramping to and fro," — 
 All Quiet Along the Potomac Tonight: By Mrs. Bandolph Har- 
 rison. (C. S. B.) 
 
 "All quiet along the Potomac tonight, 
 
 No sound save the rush of the river" — 
 All Spice: Or Spice for All: By Cola, Le Diable Baiteux. 
 Baltimore, March 7, 1862: Baltimore, April 1, 1862. (R. 
 B. B.) 
 
 "The people endure all 
 The Hydropaths cure all" — 
 All's Noise Along the Appomattox: Battle of the Crater, A. D., 
 1863. (C. C.) 
 
 "All's noise along the Appomattox tonight. 
 
 For Grant, with his Whiteworth's and Parrots" — 
 All's Well: By Mrs. Margaret J. Preston of Va. (Amaranth, 
 from The Land We Love.) 
 
 " 'All's welll' How the musical sound 
 Is pleasantly smiting the ear," — 
 All's Well: Come to the Rescue. (R. B. B.) 
 
 "One night of late I chanced to stray 
 Being in the pleasant sweet month of May dream." — 
 Allons Enfans: The Southern Marseillaise: Air "Marseillaise." 
 By A. E. Blackmar, New Orleans, 1861. (C. S. B.) 
 ("This may be called the rallying song of the Confederacy. Composed 
 early in 1861, it was sung throughout the South while the soldiers were hurried 
 to Virginia with this, the grandest of martial airs, as a benediction."] 
 "Sons of the South, awake to glory, 
 A thousand voices bid you rise" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 61 
 
 The American Star: Air "Humors of Glen." Published by Louis 
 Bonsai, Baltimore and Frederic Streets, Baltimore. (R. 
 B. B. p. 7) 
 
 "Come, striking the bold anthem, the war dogs are howling, 
 Already they eagerly snuff up their prey" — 
 
 The Angel of the Church: By W. Gilmore Simms. January, 1864. 
 (W. G. S.) 
 
 "Aye, strike with sacrilegious aim 
 The temple of the Uving God;" — 
 
 The Angel of the Hospital: By S. C. Mercer. (R. N. S. from the 
 Louisville Journal.) 
 
 " 'Twas nightfall in the hospital. The day 
 As though its eyes were dimmed with bloody rain" — 
 
 Another Flag: A Second Thought: [By C. B. Northrup.] (Outcast.) 
 "Whole we preserve the stars and stripes and blue 
 Of freedom's ancient flag, it will not do" — 
 
 Another Yankee Doodle: (R. R.) 
 
 "Yankee Doodle has a mind 
 To whip the Southern traitors." — 
 
 An Answer to the Poem Entitled "How They Act in Baltimore:" 
 By Redgauntlet. (Md. Hist. B.) 
 
 "When our ladies on the street 
 Yankee soldiers chance to meet," — 
 
 An Appeal: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 
 "Haste, KentuckiansI wait no longer; 
 Rally, and you will be stronger." — 
 
 An Appeal for Jefferson Davis To His Excellency, Andrew Johnson, 
 President of the United States: By a Lady of Virginia. (E. 
 V. M.) 
 
 "Unheralded, unknown, I come to thee, 
 Who boldest in thy hands the scales of power;" — 
 
 An Appeal for Maryland: By B. Baltimore, January 20, 1862. 
 (R. B. B. 84.) 
 
 "Of all the gems that gild the wreath 
 Of freedom, the blue sky underneath," — 
 
 Appeal to Maryland: From a Dying Soldier at Manassas: by 
 a Lady of Maryland. (S. L. M., Oct., 1861.) 
 "Oh Mother! my Maryland! will you awake? 
 
 Hear you not from Memassas the thimder of guns?" — 
 
 Appeal to the South: (R. B. B.) 
 
 "Southrons! since we boast that name; 
 Southnors! since your blood we claim" — 
 
62 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 An Appeal to the South: By A Daughter of Dixie H. Balti- 
 more, Jan. 24, 1862; also Norfolk, Va., Jan. 24, 1862. (R. 
 
 B. B. 2 & 41.) 
 
 "Hark! o'er the Southern hills I hear 
 The cannons £uid the rifles soimd;" — 
 
 (The) Approaching Battle Hour: By Kentucky. Richmond, 
 Virginia, June, 1862. (S. 0. S.) 
 "Ah! hovers over them 
 
 The gaunt war-demon fell;" — 
 
 April 26th: In the ceremonies at Memphis, Tennessee, 26th 
 April, "In Memory of the Confederate Dead," Dr. Ford 
 one of the speakers improvised the following appropriate 
 hues: (E. V. M.) 
 
 "In rank tmd file, in sad array 
 
 As though' their watch still keeping," — 
 
 April Twenty-Sixth: By Annie Chambers Ketchum. Memphis, 
 Tenn. (E. V. M.) 
 
 "Dreams of a stately land, 
 Where rose and lotus open to the sun" — 
 
 Are We Free? By James R. Brewer. Annapolis, Oct. 22, 1861. 
 (E. V. M.) 
 
 "Are we free? Go ask the question 
 In the cells of Lafayette," — 
 
 Are You Beady? (Bohemian from the Macon Telegraph.) 
 "Sons and brothers — ^near and far, 
 Have you heard the tones of wtu'P" — 
 
 Arise! Ye Sons of Freeborn Sires! By A. E. Morris, Company 
 
 C, 20th Infantry. (Alsb.) 
 
 "Arise! ye sons of freebom sires, arise! your country save! 
 Kindle again the wonted fires that animate the brave:" — 
 
 Arlington: By Margaret J. Preston. (E. V. M.) 
 "You stand upon the chasm's brink 
 That yawns so deadly deep," — 
 
 Arm for The Southern Land: By General Mirabeau B. Lamar. 
 (S. B. P.) 
 
 "Arm for the Southern land, 
 
 AU fear of death disdaining;" — 
 
 The Army and Its Flag of Stars and Stripes: [By C. B. Northrup] 
 (Outcast.) 
 
 "In Liberty's great weir" — 
 
 Arouse, Kentuckians! By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 "Arouse, Kentuckians, or my heart wiU break! 
 What though by thousands brethren may forsake" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 63 
 
 Ashby: By John R. Thompson of Virginia. Richmond, June 
 13, 1862: S. L. M., Editor's Table, May, 1862. (S. S.) 
 "To the brave all homage render I 
 Weep, ye skies of Junel" — 
 
 The Ashbys: By D. B. Lucas, of Va. (E. V. M. '69.) 
 "And lol there galloped through the gates of war 
 
 Two brothers, riding side by side, with spurs," — 
 
 Ashby's Avengers: Air "Annie Lyle." (Cav.) 
 "Down where the Southern army 
 Near Virginia's side," — 
 
 Ashby's Death: Air: "Annie Laurie." (Cav.) 
 "A wail sweeps o'er the Valley, 
 Virginia's deep with woe." — 
 
 Ashes of Glory: By A. J. Requier. (W. G. S.) 
 "Fold up the gorgeous silken sun. 
 By bleeding martyrs blest," 
 
 At Fort Pillow: By James R. RandaU. (W. G. S. from the Wil- 
 mington Journal, April 25, 1864.) 
 
 "You shudder as you think upon 
 The carnage of the grim report" — ■ 
 
 At Galveston, Texas: By H. L. Flash. (Alsb.) 
 
 "We parted, love, some months ago, in pleasant summer weather; 
 You blamed the fates that you and I could not remain together;" — 
 
 Attention! By B. Baltimore, Oct. 16, 1861. (R. B. B. 7.) 
 "Hearken, friends and foes now hearken 
 See Abe Lincoln's prospects darken;" — 
 Audax Omnia Perpeti, etc. By B. (R. B. B. 4.) 
 "Come pretty muse, give me your help. 
 Keen make my pen as the teamster's lash" — 
 Auld Lang Syne: A supposed song of Morgan's Cavalry on 
 entering a Kentucky town. By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 "Shall auld acquaintance be forgot. 
 
 And not now be brought to mind?" — 
 AutumnThoughts,1862: ByMissMaryA.Grason. (E.V.M.'69.) 
 Our Autumn comes with tender glow; 
 A golden haze is on the hills," — 
 The Autumn Rain: By Susan Archer Talley. Richmond, Va- 
 (E V. M.) 
 
 "Softly, mournfully, slowly, 
 
 Droppeth the rmn from the eaves" — 
 
 The Avatar of Hell: Sonnet, by "Pax." (W. G. S. from the 
 Charleston Mercury.) 
 
 "Six thousand years of commune, God with man, 
 Two thousand years of Christ, yet from such roots" — 
 
64 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Awake! Arise! By G. W. Archer, M. D. (W. G. S.) 
 "Sons of the South, awake, arise! 
 
 A million foes sweep down amain," — 
 
 Awake in Dixie: By H. T. S., Winchester, Va., February 24, 
 1862. Air, "Dixie's Land." (R. B. B. 7.) 
 "Hear ye not the somid of battle. 
 Sabres' clash and muskets' rattle:" — 
 
 Away with the Dastards Who Whine of Defeat: By Paul H. Hayne 
 of S. C. Charleston, May 10, 1862. (E. V. M.) ' 
 "Away with the dastards who whine of defeat 
 And hint that the day of destruction draws near," — 
 
 Away with the Stripes: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 "Ho! away with the stripes, the despots' fit flag! 
 The stars and the stripes are the bully's great "brag":" — 
 
 A Ballad for the Young South: By Joseph Brennan. S. L. M., 
 Feb., 1861, from the New Orleans Crescent. (S. S.) 
 "Men of the South! Our foes are up 
 In fierce and grim array;" — 
 
 The Ballad of the Right: By J. W. Overall. (S. S. from the New 
 Orleans True Delta.) 
 "In other days our fathers' love was loyal, full and free, 
 For those they left behind them in the Island of the Sea;" — 
 
 A Ballad of the War: By George Herbert Sass, of Charleston, 
 S. C. (W. G. S., originally published in Southern Field and 
 Fireside.) 
 
 "Watchmen, what of the night? 
 Through the city's darkening street" — 
 
 Baltimore: (West. Res.) 
 
 "Hail, queen of cities, birthplace of the just, 
 Oh how cast down! by Northern vandals crushed." — 
 
 Baltimore: By C. (Mr. Samuel's Scrapbook: Ridgway Li- 
 brary.) 
 
 "Hail, queen of cities, birthplace of the just. 
 
 Oh how cast down! By Northern vandals crushed," — 
 
 Baltimore Girls: Air, "Dearest Mae." (West Res.) 
 "O the girls of dear old Baltimore, 
 So beautiful and fair," — 
 
 The Band in the Pines: Heard after Pelham died: by John Esten 
 Cooke. (W. G. S.) 
 
 "Oh, band in the pine-wood, cease! 
 
 Cease with your splendid call:" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 65 
 
 Banks' Skedaddle: (Alsb.) 
 
 "You know the Federal General Banks, 
 Who came through Louisiana with his forty thousand Yanks;" — 
 Banner Song: Written and Expressly Dedicated to the Armstrong 
 Guards. By Wm.H.Holcombe,M.D. (S. L. M., July 1861.) 
 "See our banner floating high 
 Stars in freedom's shining sky;" — 
 The Banner-Song: By James B. Marshall. (R. R.) 
 "Up, up with the banner, the foe is before us. 
 His bayonets bristle, his sword is unsheathed," — 
 The Barefooted Boys: (S. S.) 
 
 "By the sword of St. Michael 
 The old dragon throughl" — 
 
 The Bars and Stars: Air, "Star Spangled Banner:" by A. W. 
 Haynes. (Randolph.) 
 "Oh, the tocsin of war still resounds o'er the land. 
 
 And legions of braves are now rushing to battle,"^ — 
 
 Le Bataille des Mouchoirs: The Greatest Battle of the War: 
 fought Feb. 20, 1863. By a young lady of 17, Eugenie. 
 (S. L. M., Oct., '63.) 
 
 "Of all the battles, modern or old. 
 By poet sung or historian told," — 
 
 The Battle at Bethel: Air, "Dixie." (Bohemian from the Rich- 
 mond Whig.) 
 "Send out the news from West to South and spread it through the land, 
 Our noble boys have met the foe at Bethel," — 
 
 The Battle at Bull Run: By Ruth. Louisville, Ky., July 24, 
 1861. (R. R.) 
 
 "Forward, my brave columns, forward! 
 No other word was spoken;" — 
 
 Battle at Bull's Run: (R. B. B. 7.) 
 
 "Oh be easy, don't you tease me, 
 While I sing a bit of fun," — 
 
 Battle Before Richmond: By G. B. S., 1862. (W. L.) 
 "Slowly the great sun rose o'er Richmond's hills. 
 Calmly the noble river waved along," — 
 
 Battle Call, Nee temere, nee timide: Dedicated to her countrymen, 
 the Cavaliers of the South, by Annie Chambers Ketchum. 
 Dunrobin Cottage, May, 1861. (R. R.) 
 "Gentlemen of the South! 
 
 Gird on your flashing swords!" — 
 
 The Battle Call: By Mrs. E. V. McCord Vernon, Richmond, Va., 
 Feb. 20, 1862. (C.C.) 
 
 "Rise Southerner! the day of yom glory. 
 The hour of your destiny's near" — 
 
66 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Battle Call to Kentucky, 1862: By Walker Meriweather Bell. 
 (Amaranth.) 
 
 "Arouse thee, Kentucky 1 the graves of thy sires 
 Are pressed by the foot of the foe." — 
 
 Battle Cry of Freedom: By Wm. H. Barnes. (Lee.) 
 
 "Our flag is proudly floating on the land and on the main, 
 Shout, shout the battle cry of freedom." — 
 
 The Battle Cry of the South: By James B. BandaJl. (W. G. S.) 
 "Brothers, the thunder-cloud is black, 
 
 And the wail of the South wings forth;" — 
 
 Battle Eve: By Susan Archer Talley. S. L. M., Aug., 1861. 
 (S. S.) 
 
 "I see the broad red setting sun 
 Sink slowly down the sky;" — 
 
 The Battle-Field of Manassas: By M. F. Bigney. (B. B.) 
 "FLU, fill the trump of famo 
 With the name, — 
 
 Manassas," — 
 
 Battle Hymn: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury) . 
 "Lord of Hosts, that beholds us in battle, defending 
 The homes of our sires 'gainst the hosts of the foe" — 
 
 Battle Hymn: Columns Steady: By Wm. Gilmore Simms. (Bo- 
 hemian.) 
 "Columns steady! make ye ready — with the steel and rifle ready! 
 Wait the signal! wait the moment — soul and steel and weapon steady!" — 
 
 Battle Hymn of the Virginia Soldier: (R. B. B. 8.) 
 "Father of earth and heaven, I call thy name! 
 
 Round me the smoke and shout of battle roU;" — 
 
 Battle Ode to Virginia: (R. R.) 
 
 "Old Virginia! virgin crowned 
 Daughter of the royal Bess," — 
 
 Battle of Belmont: (Wash'n.) 
 
 "I sing of the Battle of Belmont, 'twas near Columbus town 
 The Yankees in great numbers from Cairo did come down." — 
 
 Battle of Belmont: By J. Augustine Signaigo. W. G. S. from 
 the Memphis Appeal, Dec. 21, 1861.) 
 
 "Now glory to our Southern cause, and praises be to God 
 
 That He hath met the Southron's foe and scourged him with 
 His rod:"— 
 Battle of Bethel: (Randolph.) 
 
 "Saw ye not the ruddy simlight; 
 Glancing o'er the hill-tops far," — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 67 
 
 The Battle of Bethel Church: (C. C. from the New Orleans Delia, 
 10 June, 1861.) 
 
 "As hurtles the tempest 
 Proclaiming the storm," — 
 
 Battle of Big Bethel: (West Res.) 
 
 "Though Butler be a hero. 
 Who ne'er has powder smelt," — 
 
 The Battle of Buena Vista: Inscribed to Jefferson Davis: by a 
 Mississippian. (E. V. M. from the Louisville Courier, April 
 1866.) 
 
 "It was upon the battle field 
 
 Where lay the dead and dying" — 
 
 The Battle of Charleston Harbor: April 7th, 1863: by Paul H. 
 Hayne. (W. C. S.) 
 
 "Two hours or more, beyond the prime of a blithe April day. 
 
 The Northman's mailed 'Invincibles' steamed up air Charles- 
 ton Bay;" — 
 
 Battle of Galveston: Air, "The Harp that Once Through Tara's 
 Halls:" by Mrs. E. L. Caplen, of Galveston. (Alsb.) 
 " 'Twas on that dark and fearful morn 
 That anxious hearts beat high!" — 
 
 The Battle of Great Bethel: Fought on Sunday, June 9, 1861. 
 Dedicated to Magruder and his command: by "C," an 
 American patriot not 14 years old. (Mr. Samuel's Scrapbook, 
 Ridgway Library.) 
 
 "Brave Virginians! on this day 
 
 Drive the Northern horde away!" — 
 
 Battle of Hampton Roads: By Ossian D. Gorman. (W. G. S. 
 from the Macon Daily Telegraph.) 
 
 "Ne'er had a scene of beauty smiled 
 
 On placid waters 'neath the sun." — 
 
 The Battle of Hampton Roads: By Tenella, [Mrs. Clarke of N. C] 
 
 (E. V. M.) 
 
 "Now, once again, let Southern hearts unite in thankful praise. 
 To the mighty God of battle, mysterious in his ways;" — 
 
 Battle of Manassas: July 21, 1861. (W. L.) 
 
 "The bridal of the earth and sky! the blessed Sabbath-morn, 
 Brightens into the perfect day from its soft rosy dawn;" — 
 
 The Battle of Manassas: Dedicated to General Beauregard, C. 
 S. A. : by Mrs. Clarke, wife of Colonel Clarke, 14th Regiment, 
 N. C. (E. V. M.) 
 
 " 'Now glory to the Lord of Hosts!' oh! bless and praise His name. 
 That He hath battled in our cause, and brought our foes to shame." — 
 
68 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Battle of Manassas (July 21, 1861): By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. 
 (Corinth.) 
 
 "Clear rises now, the glorious sun, 
 No cloud bedims the sky," — 
 The Battle of Manassas: By Susan Archer Talley: Richmond, 
 Aug. 3, 1861. S. L. M., Sept., 1861. (R. B. B. 61.) 
 "Now proudly lift, of sunny South, 
 Your glad triumphal strains," — 
 The Battle of Richmond. (Psalm xliv. 3-U): By George Herbert 
 Sass, Charleston, S. C. (W. G. S.) 
 
 "Now blessed be the Lord of Hosts through all our Southern land. 
 And blessed be His holy name, in whose great might we stand;" — 
 The Battle of St. PauVs (N. 0.) : Sung by a Louisiana Soldier. 
 Conquered Territory of Louisiana, New Orleans, Aug. 17, 
 1866. (C. C.) 
 
 "Come boys and listen while I sing 
 
 The greatest fight yet fought" — 
 Battle of Shiloh: Louisville, Ky. (W. L.) 
 
 "Quick, the cannon's shot did pour 
 Belching death at every roar," — 
 Battle of Shiloh Hill: Air, "Wandering Sailor," by M. B. Smith, 
 Company C, 2nd Regiment, Texas Volunteers. (Alsb.) 
 "Come all you vaUant soldiers, and a story I will tell, 
 It is of a noted battle you all remember well;" — 
 The Battle of the Mississippi: (R. R.) 
 
 "The tyrants' broad pennant is floating 
 In the South, o'er our waters so blue;" — 
 The Battle of the Stove Pipes: [By Nannie Lemmon (?).] (R. 
 B. B. 861^) 
 
 "On Munson's heights the Rebel Banners wave. 
 Their hungry hosts, their "loyal" legions brave," — 
 The Battle Rainbow: By John R. Thompson, of Va. S. L. M., 
 June, '62. (W. G. S.) 
 
 "The warm weary day was departing, the smile 
 
 Of the sunset gave token the tempest had ceased." — 
 Battle-Song: (C. S. B.) 
 
 "Have you counted up the cost 
 What is gained and what is lost" — 
 Battle-Song: Air, "Humors of Glen." (Randolph.) 
 
 "Come strike the loud anthemi Again must the story 
 Of Freedom, down-trodden by tyrants, be toldl" — 
 Battle Song: Dedicated to Captain Ben Lane Posey, who com- 
 manded the Red Eagle Battery at Pensacola. (S. L. M., Ed. 
 Table, June '62, from the Montgomery Mail.) 
 "Oh, give us a song, an Eagle's Song — 
 Our labor and toil rewarding," — 
 
Tim Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 69 
 
 Battle Song of the "Black Horsemen:" Air, "Dixie:" ByC Win- 
 chester, Va., Oct., 1861. (R. B. B. p. 8.) 
 
 "We have come from the brave Southwest 
 On fairy steeds, with throbbing breast," — 
 
 Battle Song of the Invaded: (R. R.) 
 
 "The foel They come! They cornel 
 Light up the beacon pyre;" — 
 
 Battle Song of the Maryland Line: (R. B. B. 77.) 
 "To arms! to arms! the fight's begun 
 Virginia sounds the call; — 
 
 Battle Song of the South: By P. E. Collins. (Fag.) 
 "Land of our birth, thee, thee I sing, 
 Proud heritage is thine," — 
 
 Bay Blossom Cottage: By Lieutenant H. C. Wright. (Sunny.) 
 "Oh; how dear to the heart are these hours of bliss. 
 
 Which 'Bay-Blossom' e'er brings to my view!" — 
 
 Baylor's Partisan Rangers: Air, "Dixie." By Mary L. Wilson, of 
 San Antonio. (Alsb.) 
 
 "Hear the summons, sons of Texas! 
 Now the fierce invaders nex us." — 
 
 Bayon City Guard's Dixie: By the Company's own poet. (Alsb.) 
 "From Houston City and Brazos bottom, 
 From seUing goods, and making cotton," — 
 
 Bayon City Guard's Song in the Chickahominy Swamp: (Alsb.) 
 "Fighting for our rights now, feasting when they're won. 
 By the Cross and Stars, boys, fluttering in the sun — " 
 
 Beaufort: By W. J. Grayson, of South Carohna. (W. G. S.) 
 "Old home! what blessings late were yours: 
 The gifts of peace, the songs of joy!" — 
 
 Beau-Regard: Sung at the Montgomery Theatre on Friday 
 night, by Mr. M. A. Arnold: by Baron, April 12, 1861. (R. 
 N. S. from the Montgomery Mail.) 
 
 "Flashing, flashing along the wires 
 The glorious news each heart inspires," — 
 
 Beauregard: A Historical Poem: by Kate Luby F . (P. 
 
 & P. B.): 
 
 "In Pavia's bloody battle field 
 As troubadours do sing," — 
 
 Beauregard: By Catherine A. Warfield of Mississippi; (W. G. 
 
 S.) 
 
 "Let the trumpet shout once more, 
 Beauregard!" — 
 
70 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Beauregard: Written after the Battle of Shiloh, when Beaure- 
 gard became Commander-in-Chief: by C. A. Warfield of 
 Kentucky. (E. V. M.) 
 
 "Our trust is now in thee, 
 Beauregard!" — 
 
 Beauregard at Shiloh: Lines found on the dead body of a Con- 
 federate soldier after the battle of Wilhamsburg. (R. B. B.) 
 "Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, 
 And glory the reward" — 
 Beauregard's Appeal: By Paul H. Hayne. (S. S. from the Char- 
 leston Courier.) 
 
 "Yea! though the need is bitter, 
 Take down those sacred bells!" — 
 The Beleagured City: By Rosa Vertner Jeffrey. (E. V. M.) 
 "There's a beautiful city, far, far, away. 
 
 In the land of myrtle and the rose," — 
 Ben M'Cullough: Air, "Something new comes every day." (R. 
 B. B. 65.) 
 
 "Oh, have your heard of the the brave old fellow 
 He goes by the name of Ben McCullough," — 
 Ben M'Culloch—He Fell At His Post! By Ned Bracken. (Alsb.) 
 "When the Northmen their war-banner spread; nor would give the right to 
 
 secede. 
 The cause of his country he wed, !n this her great hour of need" — 
 Bentonville: Written on the field, at the close of the first day's 
 fight: by T. B. Catherwood. (Hubner.) 
 
 "Another battle has been fought, another victory won. 
 We've fought this day from rising to the setting of the sun" — ■ 
 Bethel: (S. L. M. January, '62.) 
 
 "Hurrah for old Virginia! God bless the brave North State! 
 For they first taught the Yankee curs to dread a freeman's hate:" — 
 A Betrayal: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 
 "Dallying on as fair a landscape 
 As the skies in beauty drape, "^ 
 Beyond the Potomac: By Paul H. Hayne. (R. R. from the Rich- 
 mond Whig.) 
 
 "They slept on the fields which their valor had won! 
 But arose with the first early blush of the sun," — 
 Bill Hoosier's Advice to the Hoosiers of Louisville: Three days 
 after the battle of Richmond, Kentucky. Air, "Sing, sing, 
 Darkies, sing:" by Kentucky. Sept. 2, 1862. (S. 0. S.) 
 "Why should Hoosiers spill their blood 
 To enrich Kentucky mud?" — 
 The Black Flag: By Paul H. Hayne. (Alsb.) 
 
 "Like the roar of the wintry surges, on a wild tempestous strand 
 The voice of the maddened millions comes up from an outraged land;" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 71 
 
 The Blessed Hand: Respectfully dedicated to the Ladies of the 
 Southern Relief Fair: by S. T. Wallis, Baltimore, April 8, 
 1866: "There is a legend of an Enghsh Monk, who died at the 
 monastery of Aremberg, where he had copied and illuminated 
 many books, hoping to be rewarded in Heaven. Long after 
 his death, his tomb was opened, and nothing could be seen 
 of his remains but the right hand with which he had done his 
 pious work, and which had been miraculously preserved from 
 decay." (E. V. M.) 
 
 "For you and me, who love the light 
 Of Grod's uncloistered day," — 
 
 The Blessed Heart: Suggested by "The Blessed Hand." Grate- 
 fully dedicated to the ladies of the Southern Relief Fair by 
 Mrs. M. M. of Columbia, S. C. (E. V. M.) 
 "I sing not of 'The Blessed Hemd,' 
 
 That has so weU been sung," — 
 
 The Blessed Union — Epigram: (W. G. S.) 
 
 "Doubtless to some, with length of ears, 
 To gratify an ape's desire," — 
 
 The Blockaders: Dedicated to A. Lincoln: by Paul H. Hayne. 
 (Bohemian from the Charleston Mercury.) 
 "Across this threatening ocean tide, 
 I see the despot's vessels ride," — 
 
 A Bloody Day is Dawning: By William Munford. July, 1864; 
 In the trenches before Petersburg. (Newspaper clipping 
 from The Baltimore American, c. 1895.) 
 "Because I know by those sweet tears that gushed 
 
 Fresh from thine eyes when, proffered to your beauty," — 
 
 Blue Coats Are Over the Border: Air, "Blue Bonnets are over 
 the Border:" Inscribed to Captain Mitchell: by Kentucky. 
 (S. 0. S.) 
 
 "Kentucky's banner spreads 
 Its folds above cur heads;" — 
 
 The Blue Cockade: By Mary Walsingham Crean: (R. R.) 
 "God be with the laddie, who wears the blue cockade. 
 He's gone to fight the battle of our darling Southern land I" — 
 
 The Bold Engineer: Air, "Young Lockinvar:" by 0. H. S. Bal- 
 timore, Oct. 14, 1861. (R. B. B. 59.) 
 
 "O bully George B. has come out of the West, 
 
 Of all that wide border the scourge and the pest." — 
 The Bold Privateer: Published by Thomas G. Doyle, Bookseller, 
 Stationer, and Song Publisher, No. 279 N. Gay St., Baltimore. 
 (Wash. No. 29.) 
 
 "It's 01 my dearest Polly 
 
 You and I must part," — 
 
72 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Bomhardment and Battles of Galveston: Air, "Auld Lang Syne." 
 June 1, 1862- January 1, 1863: by S. R. Ezzell, of Captain 
 Daly's Company. (Alsb.) 
 
 "The Yankees hate the Lone Star State, because she did secede, 
 At Galveston they've now begun to make her soldiers bleed." — 
 The Bonnie Blue Flag: By Annie Chambers Ketchum. (G. C. 
 E.): 
 
 "Come, brothers! rally for the right! 
 The bravest of the brave." — 
 The Bonnie Blue Flag: By Harry McCarthy. (C. S. B.) 
 "We are a band of brothers, and native to the soU, 
 Fighting for our liberty, with treasiwe, blood and toil," — 
 The Bonnie Dundee of the Border: Inscribed to Colonel Wm. S. 
 Hawkins, of the Western Army : by Clarine Rimarde. (W. L.) 
 "Oh, Hghtly his proud plume floats over the field. 
 
 And the battle-god smileth his honors above him," — 
 The Bonnie White Flag: Or the Prisoners' Invocation to Peace: 
 Air, "Bonnie Blue Flag:" by Colonel W. S. HawMns, C. S. 
 A., in Camp Chase Ventilator, 1864. (Fag.) 
 "Though we're a band of prisoners. 
 Let each be firm and true," — 
 The Border Ranger: The Mountain Partisan: by W. G. Simms. 
 (S. L. M., Feb. March, '62.) 
 
 "My rifle, pouch and knife. 
 
 My steed, and then we part," — 
 
 Bounuet de Bal: A Ballad dedicated to Miss J : by F. B. 
 
 (W. F.) 
 
 "She stepped within the lighted hall 
 And dimmed the lesser beauties all." — 
 The Boy Picket: or Charley's Guard: By a Lady of Kentucky. 
 (E. V. M.) 
 
 "Wearily my footsteps their measured cadence keep. 
 While my tired comrades are wrapped in slumber deep," — 
 The Boy Soldier: By a Lady of Savannah. (W. G. S. from the 
 Richmond Dispatch.) 
 
 "He is acting o'er the battle, 
 
 With his cap and feather gay," — 
 Boy Who Thinkest to Be Wed: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 "Boy who thinkest to be wed. 
 By remembrance of our dead," — 
 Boys! Keep Your Powder Dry: (Alsb.) 
 
 "Canst tell who lose the battle, oft in the councils-field? 
 
 Not they who struggle bravely, not they who never yield." — 
 Bowing Her Head: (W. G. S.) 
 
 "Her head is bowed downwards; so pensive her air. 
 
 As she looks on the ground with her pale, solemn face," — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 73 
 
 Brave Deeds — Brave Fruits: Sonnet: by Wm. Gilmore Simms. 
 (Am. from Southern Opinion.) 
 
 "The record should be made of each brave deed 
 That brings us Pride and Freedom as its fruits," — 
 
 A Brave Girl's Fate: By Miriam Erie. Charleston, S. C, A. D., 
 1864. (C. C.) 
 
 "The battle riot raged without 
 
 A city's strong, defiant waUs," — 
 
 The Brass-Mounted Army: Air, "Southern Wagon:" by , of 
 
 Colonel A. Bucher's Begiment: (Alsb.) 
 
 "O Soldiers! I've concluded to make a little song. 
 And if I tell no falsehood, there can be nothing wrong;" — 
 
 The Bridal Gift: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 "Fair one, soon my bride to be, 
 What shall be my gift to thee?" — 
 
 Brigadier General John H. Morgan in a Penitentiary! By Ken- 
 tucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 
 "Hide him in a dark cell, 
 
 And fame will crown him therel" — 
 
 The Brigand Brigade: (Bohemian.) 
 
 "When Abe called the Council together, 
 Secession at large to discuss," — 
 
 Broken Bench: A Ballad: By F. B. Chattawa, August, 1862. 
 
 (W. F.) 
 
 "I stood upon the bridge of sighs, 
 A wooden bench of common size" — 
 
 The Broken Mug: Ode (So-called) on a Late Melancholy Accident 
 in the Shenandoah Valley (so-called) : by John Esten Cooke. 
 (W. G. S.) 
 
 "My mug is broken, my heart is sad! 
 
 What woes can fate still hold in store!" — 
 
 The Broken Sword: Suggested by an incident which occurred 
 after the surrender of Fort Donaldson: by Walker Meri- 
 weather BeU. (W. L.) 
 
 "No; never shall this trusty glaive. 
 Which I so long have borne." — 
 
 The Broker's 'Stamp Act' Lament: July, 1862: (B. B. B. 10.) 
 "Lord save the South from Liberty (?) 
 'Beast' Butler and his masters!" — 
 
 The Brotherly Kindness of 1861: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 " 'They' would burst Southern hearts in twain. 
 Nor care if so they could regain" — 
 
 Bugle Call: By Colonel John Milledge, of Ga. (Im.) 
 
 "I love to feel upon my bridle bit 
 The champ of a thoroughbred," — 
 
74 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Bugle Note: By A. Lansing Burrows. (Bohemian from the 
 Richmond Dispatch.) 
 
 "Tramp I tramp! tramp! steadily on to the foe; 
 With banners afloat in the stirring breeze," — 
 Bull Run— A Parody: (W. G. S.) 
 
 '.'At Bull Run where the sun was low. 
 Each Southern face grew pale as snow" — 
 Bulls Run: Air, "Wait for the Wagon." (R. B. B. 11.) 
 "Says Greely, to Scott, to Richmond, why not. 
 These Southerns are only in fun," — 
 Burial of Brigadier General M. Jenkins: At Summerville, Whit- 
 smiday, May 15, 1864: by "C. G. P." (Amaranth.) 
 "Bring blossoms from the rosy beds of May, 
 Bay from the woodland, myrtle from the bowers," — 
 The Burial of Captain 0. Jennings Wise: Killed at Roanoke Is- 
 land, Feb. 8, 1862: by Accomac. (E. V. M.) 
 "Mournfully the bells are tolling. 
 And the muffled drums are rolling," — 
 The Burial of Latane: By Jno. R. Thompson. S. L. M., July 
 and August 1862. Note: The beautiful image in the includ- 
 ing stanza is (borrowed and some of the language is versified 
 from the eloquent remarks of the Honorable R. M. T. Hunt- 
 er, on the death of Ex-President Tyler. (E. V. M.) 
 "The combat raged not long, but ours the day. 
 
 And, through thfe hosts that compassed us around," — 
 Burial of Lieutenant General Jackson: Air, "Oporto:" by R. 
 W. Kercheval, Esq. (Im.) 
 
 "Comrades, advance! Your colors drape with mourning, 
 Muffled your drums, and arms reversed, ye brave," — 
 Burial of the Tough Beef in Galveston: March 5, 1864. (Alsb.) 
 "The Sabbath sun shone bright and fair. 
 The earth rejoiced in gladness," — 
 Burn the Cotton: By Estelle, Memphis, Tenn., May 16, 1862. 
 (R. R.) 
 
 "Burn the cotton! burn the cotton! 
 Let the solemn triumph rise," — 
 Bury Me on the Field, Boys: By Mary S. Grayson, of Md. (Am- 
 aranth.) 
 
 "Bury me on the field, boys! 
 
 When the deadly strife is over;" — 
 Bury Our Dead: (Sunny.) 
 
 "Bury our dead! From Rama's shore! 
 
 From every beauteous Southland vale," — 
 Butler's Proclamation: By Paul H. Hayne, of S. C. (E. V. M.) 
 "Aye, drop the treacherous mask! throw by 
 
 The cloak which veiled thine instincts fell" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 75 
 
 By the Banks of Red River: By E. E. Kidd. (Fag.) 
 "Oh, gone is the soul from his wondrous dark eye. 
 And gone is her hfe's dearest glory." — 
 
 By the Camp Fire: By Fanny Murdaugh Downing. (E. V. M. 
 '69) 
 
 "The sun has fallen: cool and deep 
 
 The night wind moans in murmurs low." — 
 
 By the Camp Fire: By Viola. [Fannie M. Downing] (E. V. M.) 
 "The snow has fallen thick and soft, 
 
 The cold wind mourns in murmurs harsh" — 
 
 The Cadets at New Market: By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. (Cor- 
 inth.) 
 
 "Onward they come, they cornel 
 'Mid the wild battle-hum"— 
 
 The Call: By A. B. Baltimore, Oct., 1862. (B. B. B. 71.) 
 "Marylandl' Maryland! 
 Stainless in story" — 
 
 The Call: To Editor South Carolinian. By Barhamville. Jan., 
 1861. (R. N. S.) 
 
 "Hark, the shouti from shore to mountain 
 Hark the war note raises high!" — ■ 
 
 The Call! By Jennie. (B. C. L. Ledger 1411.) 
 "Sons of Maryland, arouse! 
 
 They who sealed your eyes in sleep," — 
 
 Call All! Call All! By Georgia. (C. C. from the Rockingham, 
 Va., Register.) 
 
 "Whoop! he Doodles h ve broken loose 
 Ruiming around like the very deuce" — 
 
 The Call of Freedom: Richmond, May 1, 1861. (R. A.) 
 "Hark! To the rescue! Freedom calls. 
 Where triumph's banners brightly wave," — 
 
 A Call to Kentuckians: By a Southern Rights Woman. Louis- 
 ville, Ky., June 24, 1862. (R. R.) 
 
 "Sons of Kentucky! arise from your dreaming 
 
 Awake and to arms! for the foe draweth nigh:'' — 
 
 The Cameo Bracelet: By James R. Randall, of Maryland. (W. 
 G. S.) 
 
 "Eva sits on the ottoman there, 
 Sits by a Psyche carved in stone." — 
 
 Campaign Ballad: By Rev. J. E. Carnes. (Alsb.) 
 
 "Yoimg Florida sends for their clan — ^the old Dominion's brave, 
 With sons of Texas, lead the van, to glory or the grave;" — 
 
76 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Camp Douglas By the Lake: A Prison Song. Air, "Cottage by 
 the Sea." (Fag.) 
 
 "Childhood's days have long since faded, 
 
 Youth's bright dreams like lights gone out," — 
 
 Cannoneer's Doom: A legend of the 19th century: by F. B., 
 Cottage HUl, Ala., Sept. 7, 1863. (W. F.) 
 "Oh, tell me not of trimmings red. 
 Thus sighed a cannoneer," — 
 
 Cannon Song: (S. S.) 
 
 "Ahal a song for the trumpet's tongue! 
 For the bugle to sing before us," — 
 Captain Maffit's Ballad of the Sea: (W. G. S. from the Charleston 
 Mercury.) 
 
 "Though winds are high and skies are dark 
 And the stars scarce show us a meteor spark;" — 
 The Captain's Story: (E. V. M.) 
 
 "We rested on the battle-iield 
 The busy day was o'er." — 
 The Captain With His Whiskers: (Alsb.) 
 
 "As they marched through the town with their banners so gay 
 I ran to the window just to hear the band play;" — 
 Tlie Cap That Poor Henderson Wore: By Willie Lightheart. 
 Charleston, S. C. (C. C.) 
 
 "Tattered and threadbare, greasy and torn. 
 Faded and worn though it be," — 
 
 Captives Going Home: (W. G. S.) 
 
 "No flaunting banners o'er them wave 
 No arms flash back the sun's bright ray." — 
 The Captured Epaulette: By M. J. P. [Mrs. M. J. Preston?] (P. 
 & P. B.) 
 
 "Oh! we've beaten them gaUantly! back from our soil. 
 We have hurled the invader and taken his spoil," — 
 The Captured Flag: By Kentucky. Jan. 29, 1862. (S. 0. S.) 
 "It is not strange that you should like to get 
 Sight of the flag that waved" — 
 Capture of 17 of Company H., Uth Texas Cavalry: Air, "Wake 
 Snakes and Bite a Biskit." (Alsb.) 
 " 'Twas early in the morning of eighteen sixty- three. 
 
 We started out on picket, not knowing what we'd see:" — 
 Carmen Triumphale: By Henry Timrod. (W. G. S. from the 
 Southern Illustrated News.) 
 
 "Go forth and bid the land rejoice. 
 Yet not too gladly, oh my song! 
 Carolina: By Mrs. C. A. B. (Fag.) 
 
 " 'Mid her ruins proudly stands. 
 Our Carolina!" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 77 
 
 Carolina: Inscribed to the Pee Dee Legion, General W. W. Har- 
 lee. New Orleans, Dec. 1, 1861: by Mrs. Anna Pevre Dennies. 
 (E. V. M.) 
 
 "In the hour of thy glory 
 
 When thy name was far renowned," — 
 
 Carolina: By Henry Timrod. (W. G. S.) 
 
 "The despot treads thy sacred sands, 
 Thy pines give shelter to his bands," — 
 
 Carolina: April 14, 1861: by John A. Wagener, of S. C. (W. 
 G. S.) 
 
 "Cardinal CaroUnal 
 
 Noble name in State and story" — 
 
 Carolina's Hymn: For the Courier: by E. B. C, Jan. 1861. 
 
 (R. N. S.) 
 
 "Be merciful, God; the crimson tide 
 Of sanguinary war, a cooling flood," — 
 
 Cavalier and Roundhead: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 "Will he ne'er come again, 
 Come into my waiting arms?" — 
 The Cavaliers' Glee: Air, "The Pirates' Glee:" by Captain Wm. 
 Blackford, of General Stuart's staff. (S. S.) 
 "Spur on! spm- on! we love the bounding 
 Of barbs that bear us to the fray:" — 
 The Cavalier's Serenade: By Colonel Wm. S. Hawkins. (Sunny.) 
 "O, come to the heart that is beating for thee! 
 By the hope of my freedom, my bride thou shalt be." — 
 Charade: [Jackson?] (E. V. M.) 
 
 "My first is seen on a field of green 
 And a lucky elf is he," — 
 The Charge of the Georgia Eighth: At the Battle of Manassas, 
 July 21, 1861 : by Marie Key Steele, of Md. (E. V. M., '69.) 
 "The rising sun shines gaily, 
 On proud Manassas height," — 
 Charge of Hagood's Bridage: Weldon Railroad, Aug. 21, 1864 
 (W. G. S.) 
 
 "Scarce seven hundred men they stand 
 In tattered, rude array," — 
 Charge of the Louisiana Brigade at Atlanta: July 28, 1864: by 
 F. B., Atlanta, Aug. 17, 1864. (W. F.) 
 "Thunders that roll along 
 Mountains and rocks among," — 
 Charge of the Night Brigade: Baltimore, July 13, 1861. (E. V. 
 M.) 
 
 "At three o'clock, three o'clock, 
 Three o'clock, onward" — 
 
78 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Charles B. Dreux: By James R. Randall. (E. V. M.) 
 "Weep, Louisiana, weep the gallant dead! 
 Weave the green laurel o'er the undaunted head!" — 
 
 Charleston: Written for the Charleston Courier in 1863: by Miss 
 E. B. Cheeseborough. (W. G. S.) 
 
 "Proudly she stands by the crystal sea, 
 
 Within the fires of hate around her," — 
 
 Charleston: By Paul H. Hayne. (W. G. S.) 
 "What! stiU does the Mother of Treason uprear 
 
 Her crest 'gainst the Furies that darken her sea?" — 
 
 Charleston: By Paul H. Hayne. (Amaranth.) 
 "Calmly beside her Tropic st'and 
 An Empress, brave and loyal," — 
 
 Charleston: By Henry Timrod: Jan., 1863. (E. V. M.) 
 "Calm as that second summer which precedes 
 The first fall of the snow,' — 
 
 Charlestonians and Yankees: Dialogue between Yankees and the 
 Charlestonians: by Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) April, 1863. 
 "Ho! heigho! for Charleston, ho!" — 
 
 Charmed Life: (2 Kings vi, 16) : by Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 "Ahl ours is such a Uttle, half-armed band 
 Compared to those who fight to win our land!' — 
 
 Cheer, Boys, Cheer! [This was the favorite song of the Kentuck- 
 ians, and was sung by Southern troops under General Basil 
 Duke at the Battle ,of Shiloh. Several versions of adapted 
 words were sung to the melody of this song. One of the 
 versions was dedicated to Horace Greely and circulated 
 throughout the North. The original "Cheer, Boys, Cheer," 
 has, however, always remained closely identified with South- 
 ern sentiment.] (Phot. Hist.) 
 
 "Cheer, boys, cheer! no more of idle sorrow: 
 Courage, true hearts shall bear us on our way," — 
 
 Chickamauga, "The Stream of Death:" (W. G. S. from the Rich- 
 mond Sentinel.) 
 
 "Chickamauga! Chickamauga! 
 O'er thy dark and turbid wave" — 
 
 Chief Justice Taney: Air, "The Days of Absence." (R. B. B., 
 110): 
 
 "HaU, thou noble hearted lawyer. 
 Advocate of human rights:" — ■ 
 
 The Chimes of St. Paul's: by TeneUa. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke of N. C] 
 
 (E. V. M.) 
 
 "When first St. Paul's, your sweet- voiced chimes 
 Shed music on the air," — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 79 
 
 Chivalrous C. S. A.: Air, "Vive la Compagnie!" by B. Balti- 
 more, Sept. 21, 1861. (R. R.) 
 
 "I'll s;ng you a song of the South's sunny clime, 
 Chivalrous C. S. A."— 
 Christian Love in Battle: An incident which occured at Manassas. 
 Waterproof, La., July 21, 1861: by Wm. H. Holcombe. 
 (S. L. M. Sept. 1861.) 
 
 "The Northern soldier reeled and fell 
 Upon the bloody ground to die:" — 
 Christmas Carol, for 1862: From "Beechenbrook:" by Mrs. M. 
 J. Preston, of Va. (E. V. M.) 
 
 "Halt, the march is over 
 Day is almost done;" — 
 Christmas Day, A. D., 1861: By M. J. H. (Bohemian.) 
 "The day's high festival is come, 
 The time of careless mirth," — 
 Christmas Eve: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 
 "Christmas is here — ^time to be glad! 
 
 Alas! I seldom am so sad" — ■ 
 
 Christmas, 1863: By Henry Timrod, of S. C. (E. V. M.) 
 "How grace this hallowed day? 
 
 SheJl hallowed bells from yonder ancient spire" — 
 Christmas Night of '62: By W. G. McCabe. S. L. M., Jan., '63. 
 (B. E.) 
 
 "The wintry blast goes wailing by. 
 The snow is ffdhng overhead." — 
 Chronicle of Fort Sumter: (Bohemian from the Charleston Cour- 
 ier.) 
 
 "Night lingered over quiet shore and bay 
 In grim repose where fort and battery lay," — 
 
 The Church of the North: Inscribed to Bishop Hopkins, of Ver- 
 mont. Written during the General Convention, Oct. 1862: 
 by Kentucky. (S. C. S.) 
 
 "In the midst of raging billows 
 Zion's harp hung on the willows," — 
 The Church of the South to the Church of the North: Written on 
 reading an article in the Church Journal of New York, which 
 I cannot now find: by Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 "We are not divided — no never! no! no! 
 For the Church of the North cannot be our foe:" — 
 Civile Bellum: [In many collections this poem is entitled "The 
 Fancy Shot." It was first published in London, in the 
 paper called "Once A Week," signed "From the Once United 
 States," and was there entitled "Civile BeUum." It is be- 
 Ueved to be the work of Charles Dawson Shavley, who died 
 in 1876.— Editor.] (G. C. E.) 
 
 "Rifleman, shoot me a fancy shot 
 
 Right at the heart of yon prowling vidette," — 
 
80 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Cleburne: (Im.) 
 
 "How far and fast the autumn blast 
 
 Beats the dead leaves o'er the ground:" — 
 
 Cleburne: "Another Star now Shines on High:" by M. A. Jen- 
 nings of Alabama. (W. G. S. from the Sehna Dispatch, 1864.) 
 "Another ray of Ught hath fled, another Southern brave 
 Hath fallen in his country's cause, and found a laurelled grave, — " 
 
 The Clerk's Lament: By F. B., Dalton, March 26, 1863. (W. F.) 
 "Give my companions back to me. 
 My rock built hut so gray," — 
 
 The Cliff Beside the Sea: By Colonel W. W. Fontaine. (Sunny.) 
 "Five summers bright have come and gone, 
 A weary time to me," — 
 
 Close the Ranks: By John L. Sullivan. (W. G. S.) 
 "The fell invader is before 1 
 
 Close the ranksl Close up the ranks!" — 
 
 Clouds in the West: By A. J. Requier, of Alabama. (W. G. S.) 
 "Hark! on the wind that whistles from the West 
 A manly shout for instant succor comes" — 
 
 The Chads of War: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 "0 God, the clouds of war press heavily! 
 I pant and pant; now I can scMcely breathe," — 
 
 Coast-Guard Cogitations: By Carlos. (Bohemian from the Rich- 
 mond Dispatch.) 
 
 "On the cold, white sand 
 Of a wave-washed strand," — 
 
 Coercion: A Poem for Then and Now: by John R. Thompson, 
 of Va. S. L. M. March, 1861. (S. S.) 
 
 "Who talks of Coercion? who dares to deny 
 A resolute people the right to be free" — 
 
 Colonel B. F. Terry: By J. R. Barrick, Glasgow, Ky. (Alsb.) 
 "There is a wail 
 As if the voice of sadness, long and deep," — 
 
 The Colonel Gilbert: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 
 "The petty Cromwell of our State oppressed 
 Is Buckeye Gilbert, as must be confessed;" — 
 
 The Color-Bearer: By Mrs. Margaret J. Preston. (E. V. M., 
 '69.) 
 
 "The shock of battle swept the lines. 
 And wounded men, and slain," — 
 
 Columbia: By J. C. J. (W. L.) 
 
 "On thy banks, in pride and beauty 
 Stands the city, Congareel" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 81 
 
 Coining at Last: By Geo. H. Miles. Frederick Co., Md. (E.V. 
 M.) 
 
 "Up on the hill there, 
 
 Who are they, pray," — 
 
 Company A. Seventh Regiment, Texas Cavalry: Air, "Bonnie 
 Blue Flag:" by Mrs. Dr. M'Grew. Refugio, Texas, Feb. 
 3, 1863. (Alsb.) 
 "Let genius bring, on silver wing, her richest best oblation, 
 To crown thy brow, fair as the snow, young and poetent nationi" — 
 
 Company L, 20th Regiment, T. V. I.: Air, "Root Hog or Die:" 
 by a Private in said company. (Alsb.) 
 
 "O here is our Company, the famous Company K 
 They are always on the sick Ust unless it's ration day" — 
 
 The Confederacy: By Jane T. H. Cross. (W. G. S. from the 
 Southern Christian Advocate, 1864.) 
 
 "Born to a day, fuU grown, our Nation stood. 
 The pearly light of heaven was her face," — 
 
 The Confederate Dead: By author of "Albert Hastings." A.D., 
 1866. (C. C.) 
 
 "0, not o'er these, the true and brave 
 Whose mangled forms in many a grave" — 
 
 The Confederate Dead: By Latienne. Enfala, Ala., June, (1866?) 
 (E. V. M. from the Macon Journal.) 
 
 "From the broad and calm Potomac, 
 Is the Rio Grande's waves," — 
 
 The Confederate Dead: (C. C.) 
 
 "They sleep. Go not to Rome nor Greece 
 For history knows no nobler race," — 
 
 The Confederate Flag: (E. V. M. '69.) 
 
 "No more o'er living hearts to wave. 
 Its tattered folds forever furled," — 
 
 The Confederate Flag: By J. R. Barrick. Glasgow, Ky. (R. 
 
 R.) 
 
 "Flag of the Southl Flag of the freel 
 Thy stars shall cheer each eye," — 
 
 The Confederate Flag: Written by Mrs. C. D. Elder of New Or- 
 leans: music by Sig. G. George of Norfolk, Va. (R. B. B., 
 163^.) 
 "Bright banner of freedom, with pride I unfold thee: 
 
 Fair flag of my country, with love I behold thee," — 
 
 The Confederate Flag: By H. L. Flash. (Amaranth.) 
 "Four stormy years we saw it gleam 
 A people's hope — and then refurled" — 
 
82 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 The Confederate Flag: Red, White and Blue. Composed and 
 Sung by J. S. Prevatt, Co. E., 6th Ga. Regiment. (R. B. 
 B., 163^.) 
 
 "On the banks of the Potomac, there's an army so gremd, 
 Whose object's to subjugate Dixie's fair land" — 
 Confederate Land: By H. H. Strawbridge. (R. R.) 
 "States of the South! Confederate Land! 
 Our foe has come — ^the hour is nigh;" — 
 The Confederate Note: (E. V. M., also C. S. B. No. 25.) 
 "Representing nothing on God's earth now. 
 And naught in the water below it:" — 
 Confederate Oath: Air, "My Maryland;" circulated sub rosa in 
 New Orleans. (Alsb.) 
 
 "By the Cross upon our banner, glory of our Southern sky. 
 Swear we now, a band of brothers, free to Uve, or free to die" — 
 A Confederate Officer to His Lady Love: By Major McKnight 
 ("Asa Hartz"), A. A. B., General Loring's staff. Johnston's 
 Island. (E. V. M.) 
 
 "My love reposes on a rosewood frame, 
 A bunk have I:" — 
 Confederate Paradox: "The falling debris now aids in strength- 
 ening Fort Sumter," Telegram, Charleston, Nov. 6, 1863. 
 (W. L.) 
 
 "A seeming evil often is 
 A great and glorious benefit," — 
 The Confederate Soldier's Wife — Parting from Her Husband. (R. 
 B. B., 17.) 
 
 "Here is thy trusty blade I 
 Take it, and wield it in a glorious cause;" — 
 Confederate Song: Air, "Bruce's Address." Dedicated to the 
 Kirk's Ferry Rangers: by their captain, E. Lloyd Wailes. 
 Simg by the Glee Club on July 4, 1861, at the Kirk's Ferry 
 barbecue, Catahoula, La. (R. R.) 
 
 "Rally round our country's flag! 
 Rally, boys, nor do not lag," — 
 The Confederate States: (R. B. B., 16.) 
 
 "Yankees may sing of their rank pork and beans. 
 
 Their dollars and cents are but fabulous dreams" — 
 A Confederate Valentine: To Miss Jewly Ann Pious: by Peter 
 Barlow. Picked up, A. D., 1863. (C. C.) 
 "When these lines you read 
 Think not of him unkind" — 
 Confiscation: A Wife to Her Husband: by Kentucky. (S. 0. 
 S.) 
 
 "Let us go forth into the cold, cold snow! 
 A tyrant says we must, or bow us low" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 83 
 
 Congressman Ely: Air, "Hi Ho Dobbin." (Wash'n, 44.) 
 "As I rode down to Manassas one day, 
 With heart light as air and spirit so gay," — 
 Conquered: By F. B. (W. F.) 
 
 "Lik the bird who sings at midnight, 
 I am lone," — 
 The Conquered Banner: By Moina. [The Reverend J. A. Ryan, 
 of Knoxville, Diocese of Nashville, Tenn.]: music by A. E. 
 Blackmar. (E. V. M. from the Freeman's Journal, June 
 24, 1865.) 
 
 "Furl that banner for 'tis weary 
 Romid its staff 'tis drooping dreary;" — 
 The Conscription Bill: (S. L. M., April, '62.) 
 
 "Let us hail in this crisis the prosperous omen 
 That om- Senate shows virtue higher than Roman;" — 
 Conscript's Departure: (Army.) 
 
 "You are going far away, far away from your Jeanette, 
 There is no one left to love me now, and you, too, may forget," — 
 Contraband: (Cav.) 
 
 "Say, darkies, hab you seen ole massa 
 Wif de mustach on his face," — 
 
 Corinth. April, 1862): By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. (Corinth.) 
 "Land of the Pioneer — behold! come 
 To drink thy balmy airs enchanting West" — 
 
 The Cotton Boll: By Henry Timrod. (W. G. S. from the Char- 
 leston Mercury.) 
 
 "While I recUne 
 At ease beneath" — 
 
 The Cotton-Burners' Hymn: "On yesterday, all the cotton in 
 Memphis, and throughout the country, was burned. Prob- 
 ably not less than 300,000 bales have been burned in the last 
 three days in West Tennessee and North Mississippi." — 
 Memphis Appeal. (W. G. S.) 
 
 "Lol where Mississippi rolls 
 Oceanward its stream," — 
 
 Cotton Doodle: Written by a lady on learning that Yankee Doodle 
 had been hissed in New Orleans. San Antonio, Jan. 2, 1861. 
 (S. L. M., Ed. Table, Feb. 1861.) From the Galveston 
 Evening News. 
 
 "Hurrah for brave King Cotton! 
 
 The Southerners are singing;" — 
 
 Cotton is King: By N. G. R., [Dr. N. G. Ridgley] Baltimore, 
 Jan. 1, 1862. (R. B. B., 18.) 
 
 "All hail to the great King. 
 Quick to him your tribute bring" — 
 
84 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 The Cotton States' Farewell to Yankee Doodle: Atlanta, Ga., Feb. 
 1, 1861. (C. S. B. from the Richmond Dispatch, copied 
 from the Georgia papers.) 
 
 "Yankee Doodly fare you well 
 Rice and cotton float you;" — 
 
 The Countersign: By Colonel W. W. Fontaine. (E. V. M.) 
 "Alas! the weary hours pass slow. 
 
 The night is very dark and still," — 
 
 Country, Home and Liberty: (R. B. B., 18.) 
 
 "Freedom calls you! Quick be ready, — 
 Rouse ye in the name of God, — " 
 
 Creation of Dixie: 1861. (C. C.) 
 
 "Created by a nation's glee 
 With jest and song and revelry" — 
 
 Crippled for Life: By Leola. [Mrs. Loula W. Rogers of Ga.] 
 "Mountain Home," S. W. Virginia, Dec. 1, 1862. (S. L. 
 M., Nov. and Dec, '62.) 
 
 "On a low couch as the bright day is dying 
 Young, helpless and hopeless, a soldier is lying," — 
 
 Cruci Dum Spiro, Fido: By J. C. M. New York, March 20, 
 1866. (E. V. M.) 
 
 "You may furl the gleaming star-cross 
 That lit a hundred fields," — 
 
 A Cry to Arms: By Henry Timrod, New Orleans, March 9, 
 1862. (R. R.) 
 
 "Hoi woodsmen of the mountain-side! 
 Ho! dwellers in the vales!" — 
 
 The Darlings at Home: By Colonel C. G. Forshey. (Alsb.): 
 
 "The sentinel treads his martial round. 
 
 Afar from his humble home" — 
 
 Da Vis!: By Quien Sabe? Baltimore, Feb. 10, 1862. (R. B. 
 B. 73.) 
 
 "Give us one chance, 'tis all we ask. 
 Be retribution then our task:" — 
 
 The Dead: (Randolph.) 
 
 "On the field of battle lying, 
 Was a youthful hero dying" — 
 Dead: By C. C. (Amaranth from the Richmond Examiner.) 
 "Dead! well I have written the word, and I gaze 
 On it still and again," — 
 Dead: By Colonel W. S. Hawkins, C. S. A.; prisoner of war. 
 Camp Chase, Ohio, March, 1865. (Sunny.) 
 "Dead! with no loving hand to part 
 
 The soft hair back from the pallid brow" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 85 
 
 Dead Jackson: (E. V. M.) 
 
 "A chapletl as ye pause ye brave 
 Beside the broad Potomac's wave" — 
 
 Dead on Manassas Plain: By J. Augustine Signaigo. (I. M.) 
 "Close beside the broken grasses. 
 Near the setting of the day," — 
 
 The Dead Soldier: (E. V. M., '69.) 
 
 "Gro where the dying soldiers lie 
 Eve blushing closes now her eye,"— 
 
 Dear Liberty: or Maryland Will Be Free: Air, "Carry me back 
 to old Virginny:" by Miss R. L., a Daughter of Dixie. (R. 
 B. B., 73.) 
 
 "Farewell dear Liberty, farewell for awhile, 
 Ere long we'll greet thee again." — 
 
 Dear Mother I've Come Home to Die: Music by Henry Tucker: 
 words by E. Bowers. Geo. Dunn & Co., Richmond, Va. 
 (R. B. M.) 
 
 "Dear Mother, I remember well. 
 
 The parting kiss you gave to me" — 
 
 Death-Bed of Stonewall Jackson: By Colonel B. H. Jones. (Sun- 
 ny.) 
 
 "Stretched on his couch the Christian warrior lies; 
 Cold perspiration beads his marble brow;" — 
 
 The Death of Ashby: By J. A. Via. Richmond, June 16, 1862. 
 (S. L. M., May, 1862.) 
 
 "Wild rings the raging battle cry; 
 It's thunders echo in the sky," — 
 
 The Death of General A. S. Johnston: (S. 0. S.) 
 "A nation toUs his requiem; 
 Bring forth the victor's diadem," — 
 
 Death of Albert Sidney Johnston: By George B. Milnor, Harris- 
 burg, Tex. (Alsb.) 
 
 "The sun was sinking o'er the battle plain. 
 
 Where the night winds were edready sighing," — 
 Death of Jackson: By Corneha M. Jordan. (Corinth.) 
 "Brightly the moon o'er pallid corpses streaming. 
 
 Mingled her soft rays with the cannon's breath," — 
 Death of William H. Mitchell: Killed at Gettysburg: by Lieu- 
 tenant J. E. Dooley. (Sunny.) 
 
 "So bright in his genius — so bright in his youth 
 Gone to his grave!" — 
 
 Death of Polk: (W. L.) 
 
 "We hear a solemn saddening sound, 
 A mournful knell; — 
 
86 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Death of Stonewall Jackson: (Fag.) 
 
 "On a bright May morn in 'sixty-three, 
 And eager for the action," — 
 
 Death of Stonewall Jackson: By Thomas Q. Barnes. (Barnes.) 
 "Southrons all bewail the loss 
 
 Of a hero true and brave," — 
 
 Death of the Lincoln Despotism: Air, "Boot, Hog, or Die:" (P. 
 & P. B. from the Bichmond Times-Despatch.) 
 " 'Twas out upon mid-ocean that the San Jacinta haUed 
 
 An English neutral vessel, while on her course she sailed." — 
 
 Death of the Young Partisan: By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. (Bich- 
 mond.) 
 
 "He fell — ^not where numbers were falling 
 
 Whose groans with the cannon peal blend," — 
 
 The Debt of Maryland: By H. Baltimore, Oct. 16, 1861. (B. 
 B. B., 72.) 
 
 "Remember, men of Maryland, 
 You have a debt to pay." — 
 
 De Cotton Down in Dixie: ("These capital verses were found on 
 board of the EngUsh barque 'Premier' in January, 1863, 
 bound from Liverpool to Havana, sixty miles west of Ma- 
 deira, by Lone Star, of Galveston, Texas.") (Alsb.) 
 "I'm gwine back to de land of cotton, 
 Wid de 'Enghsh Flag' in an 'EjigUsh Bottom' " — 
 
 Dedicated to the Baltimore Light Artillery, C. S. A.: by Captain 
 G. W. Alexander. (B. B. B. 81.) 
 
 "The Maryland boys are coming 
 
 Dost hear their stirring drums?" — 
 
 Dedication: To Mrs. Fanny S. Bears: By F. B. Kingston, Feb. 
 23, 1864. (W. F.) 
 
 "To you, though known but yesterday, I trust 
 These winged thoughts of mine" — 
 
 Dejected: By G. W. Archer, M. D: In the Field, Sept. '64. (E. 
 V. M., '69.) 
 
 "Turmoil, never, never ending! 
 
 Clamor, clangor, grasp and groan!" — 
 
 Desolated: By Fanny Downing. (E. V. M. '69.) 
 "A weight of suffering my spirit seals 
 
 As I stand of life's sweetest joys bereft," — 
 
 Despondency: By Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke of N. C] (E. 
 V. M.) 
 
 "The waters in life's goblet sink. 
 Which late were foaming to its brink" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 87 
 
 The Despot's Song: By Old Secesh. Baltimore, March 15, 
 1862. (B. B.) 
 
 "With a beard that was filthy and red 
 His mouth with tobacco bespread" — 
 
 Destruction of the Vandal Host at Manassas: A Parody: bv J. 
 J. H. (B. B.) 
 
 "Abe Lincohi came down like a wolf on the fold, 
 And his cohorts were thirsting for silver and gold," — 
 
 The Devil's Delight: By John B. Thompson. (Amaranth.) 
 "To breakfast one morning the Devil came down, 
 By demons and vassals attended:" — 
 
 The Devil's Visit to Old Abe: Written on the occasion of Lincoln's 
 proclamation for prayer and fasting after the battle of Man- 
 assas: by Beverend E. P. Birch, of La Grange, Ga., Feb. 
 10, 1862. (Wash'n 52.) 
 
 "Old Abe was sitting in his chair of state, 
 
 With one foot on the mantel and one on the grate" — 
 
 Devotion: Jan. 1863. (Md. Hist. B.) 
 
 "Now that another year's gone by 
 And gushing tears have filled the eye" — 
 Died: Arthur Bobinson: Bichmond, Dec. 23, 1863. (E. V. 
 M. '69.) 
 
 "Gone from the tumult — gone from the strife. 
 From the evil times that sadden life;" — 
 A Dirge: by G. W. Archer, M. D., Harford Co., Md., June, '61. 
 (E. V. M. '69.) 
 
 "How can I rest? 
 E'en in the (juiet of this lonely wood" — 
 Dirge for Ashby: by Mrs. M. J. Preston: (W. G. S.) 
 "Hear ye that thrilling word — 
 Accent of dread" — 
 Disgrace and Shame: Air, "The Campbells Are Coming." (B. 
 B. B. 21.) 
 
 "Hallo! what's the matter? 
 
 Indigo's blue, why this clatter" — 
 Dixey's Land: Baltimore and Frederick Streets, Baltimore, Md. 
 (Wash'n 54.) 
 
 "Away down South in de fields ob cotton, 
 Pork and cabbage in de pot." — 
 
 Dixie: (E. V. M.) 
 
 "Dixie home of love and beauty; in the past supremely best, 
 Now athwart thee, falling darkly, see, a funeral shadow rest." — 
 
 Dixie: By Bichard W. NichoUs. (N. Y. P. L.) 
 
 "Southron, your country calls you 
 
 And in arms must now enroll you" — 
 
88 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Dixie: By Albert Pike: (W. G. S.) 
 
 "Southrons, hear your country c£ill you! 
 Up, lest worse than death befall youl" — 
 
 Dixie: 1861: By Ina Marie Porter, of Greenville, Ala. (N. Y. 
 P. L.) 
 
 "In Dixie cotton loves to grow 
 With leaf of green and boll of snow," — 
 
 Dixie Doodk: (Bandolph.) 
 
 "Dixie whipped old Yeinkee Doodle early in the morning 
 So Yankeedom had best look out" — 
 
 Dixie the Land of King Cotton: From the Highly Successful 
 Musical Operetta "The Vivandiere." Words by Captain 
 Hughes of Vicksburg: music by J. H. Hewitt. (R. B. M.) 
 "Oh, Dixie the land of King Cotton, 
 The home of the brave and the free," — 
 
 Dixie War Song: By H. S. StEmton, Esq. (L. & L.) 
 "Hear ye not the sounds of battle 
 Sabres clash and muskets rattle?" — 
 
 Dix's Manifesto: Air, "Dearest Mae:" by "B." Baltimore, 
 Sept. 11, 1861. (R. B. B. 23.) 
 
 "Once on a time in Baltimore 
 There reigned a mighty King." — 
 Dole's Police: Air, "Wait for the Wagon." (R. B. B. 24.) 
 "Come eJI ye Southern lassies 
 That joined in our parade," — 
 Doffing the Gray: By Lieutenant FaUigant of Savanah, Ga. 
 (W. G. S.) 
 
 "Off with your gray suits, boys — 
 Off with your rebel gear" — 
 Do They Miss Me in the Trenches! Vicksburg Song. Air, "Do 
 They Miss Me at Home." (Alsb.) 
 
 "Do they miss me in the trenches, do they miss me. 
 When the shells fly so thickly round," — 
 Do We Weep For the Heroes That Died for Us? By Father A. 
 J. Ryan. (Sunny.) 
 
 "Do we weep for the heroes who died for us. 
 Who, living, were true and tried for us," — 
 Down-Trodden Maryland: Air, "Tom Bowhng:" by B. [This 
 is especially interesting because the poem, which is here of 
 three stanzas, 1, 2 and 3, is to be found in R. B. B. 67, in 
 its 3rd edition, expandedto 6 stanzas, 1 +a+2+b+c+3, signed 
 N. G. R. (Dr. N. G. Ridgely), dated Baltimore, March 
 4, 1862.] (R. B. B. 64.) 
 
 "Down-trodden, despised, see brave Maryland lie 
 The noblest of all States"— 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 89 
 
 Do Ye Quail? By W. Gilmore Simms. (W. G. S.) 
 
 "Do you quail but to hear, Carolinians, 
 The first foot-tramp of Tyranny's minions?" — 
 
 Dreaming: By Fanny Downing. (E. V. M. '69.) 
 "Locked in deep and tranquil slumber, 
 In a charmed trance she Ues;" — 
 
 Dreaming in the Trenches: By William Gordon M'Cabe. Peters- 
 burg Trenches, 1864. (C. C.) 
 
 "I picture her there in the quaint old room 
 
 Where the fading fire-Ught starts and falls," — 
 
 A Dream Visit to the Battle-Field of Sharpsburg: By Leola [Mrs. 
 Loula W. Rogers, of Ga.] (Amaranth.) 
 
 "Hush'd was the inspiring strain of martial band. 
 Which late had waked the slmnbering hills to life;" — 
 Drinking Song: Air, "We Won't Go Home 'Till Morning." 
 By F. B. (W. F.) 
 
 "I'U tell you just what I think, boys. 
 In troubles who wish to be gay," — 
 
 The Drummer Boy: By James R. Brewer. Annapolis, July 28, 
 1862. (E. V. M.) 
 
 "All paUid upon his couch he lay. 
 
 As death fast dimmed his eye," — 
 The Drummer Boy of Shiloh: (Alsb.) 
 
 "On Shiloh's dark and bloody ground the dead and wounded lay. 
 Amongst them was a drummer boy that beat the drum that day," — 
 During a Snow Storm: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 "Mists of beauty fill the air. 
 With splendor rare:" — 
 Dutch Volunteer: By Harry McCarthy. (1862.) (Fag.) 
 "It was in Ni Orleans city 
 
 I first heard der drums und fife," — 
 Duty and Defiance: By Colonel Hamilton Washington. (Alsb.) 
 "Raise the thrilling cry, to sums I 
 Texas needs us all, TexansI" — 
 The Dying Confederate's Last Words: By Maryland. [Note in 
 pencil, by L. Katzenberger, Baltimore.] (R. B. B. 23.) 
 "Dear Comrades, on my brow the hamd of death is cast, 
 My breath is growing short, sU pain will soon be past."^ 
 The Dying Mother: By Colonel B. H. Jones. Johnson's Island, 
 Ohio, March, 1865. (Sunny.) 
 
 "Where Great Kanawha, 'River of the Woods,' 
 Flows tranquilly amid Virginia's hiUs," — 
 
 The Dying Soldier: (R. B. B. 22.) 
 
 "My noble commanderl thank God, you have cornel 
 You know the dear ones who are waiting at home." — 
 
90 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 The Dying Soldier: By R. R. B. 1861-1862. (C. C. from The 
 Southern Field and Fireside.) 
 
 "Lay him down gently where shadows lie still 
 
 And cool, by the side of the bright mountain rill," — 
 
 The Dying Soldier: By James A. Mecklin. (S. B. P.) 
 "Gather round him where he's lying. 
 
 Hush your footsteps, whisper low," — 
 
 The Dying Soldier: By Philula. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec. '63.) 
 "I am dying, comrade, dying. 
 Ebbs the feeble life-tide fast," — 
 
 Dying Soldier Boy: Air, "Maid of Monterey:" by A. B. Cunning- 
 ham, of La. (Alsb.) 
 
 "Upon Manassas' bloody plain, a soldier boy lay dying! 
 The gentle winds above his form in softest tones were sighing;" — 
 
 The Dying Soldier, or The Moon Rose O'er the Battle-Plain: An 
 admired song composed for the pianoforte: pubhshed by J. 
 W. Davis & Sons, Richmond, Va., 1864. (R. B. M.) 
 "The moon rose o'er the battle-plain 
 And smiled from her dark throne," — 
 
 Dying Words of Stonewall Jackson: (Hubner.) 
 
 "The stars of night contain the glittering Day 
 And rain his glory down with sweeter grace," — 
 
 1861: (E. V. M.) 
 
 "Virginia's sons are mustering, from every hill and dale, 
 The sound of life and drtun is borne upon the rising gale," — 
 
 Eight Years Ago: A Prison Lay: by W. E. Penn, of Tenn. 
 
 (Sunny.) 
 
 "Just eight years ago, I remember the day. 
 When all was so happy, so joyous and gay;" — 
 
 Elegy on Leaving Home: Air, "Good-bye:" by Major Webber, 
 2nd Kentucky Cavalry, Morgan's Command. December, 
 1862. (W. L.) 
 
 "Farewell I Farewell! my fair loved land. 
 Where I hoped to live and die;" — 
 
 Ella Nocare: By Dick. (S. L. M., Jan., '64.) 
 "Fair EUa Nocare — ^bright EUa Nocare, 
 Was born of a wealthy sire" — 
 
 The Empty Sleeve: By Dr. J. R. Bagby, of Virginia. (W. G. S.) 
 "Tom, old fellow, I grieve to see 
 
 The sleeve hanging loose at your side," — 
 
 Encore et Ton jours 'Maryland: by Constance Gary: (Bohemian.) 
 "A plea for Maryland!' 
 Outraged old Maryland!" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 91 
 
 The Enemy Shall Never Reach Your City: Andrew Jackson's 
 Address to the people of New Orleans. (W. G. S. from the 
 Charleston Mercury.) 
 
 "Never, while such as ye are in the breach. 
 Oh! brothers, sons and Southrons, never! never!" — 
 
 Enfants du Sud: By R. Thomassy: for the Courier. NouveUe 
 Orleans, 2 Janvier, 1861. (R. N. S.) 
 
 "Enfants du Sud, I'outrage et la menace 
 Aux nobles coeurs ne laissent plus de choix." — 
 
 England's Neutrality: A Parliamentary Debate, with notes by 
 a Confederate Reporter: by John R. Thompson. (S. S.) 
 "All ye who with creduhty the whispers hear of fancy. 
 Or yet pursue with eagerness Hope's wild extravagancy," — 
 
 Enigma: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 
 "My whole forms a part of what means 'no one knows,' 
 My second's a name oft given to my foes:" — 
 
 Enlisted Today: (W. G. S.) 
 
 "I know the sun shines, and the lilacs are blowing, 
 And summer sends kisses by beautiful May." — 
 
 The Ensign: An Incident of the Battle of Gettysburg: by Rob- 
 ert. Camp 1st La. Regulars, Nicholl's Brigade, Aug. 14, 
 1863. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec. '63.) 
 
 "The shrill bugle sounded — down the battle scarred front — 
 Rang the music to many an ear," — 
 Epistle to the Ladies: By W. E. M., of General Lee's Army. 
 (W. L.) 
 
 "Ye Southern maids and ladies fair. 
 Of whatso'er degree," — 
 Ethnogenesis: Written during the meeting of the 1st Southern 
 Congress, at Montgomery, Feb., 1861: by Henry Timrod of 
 S. C. (W. G. S.) 
 
 "Hath not the morning dawned with added light, 
 And shall not evening call another star." 
 Euhgy of the Dead: By B. F. Porter, of Alabama. (W. G. S.) 
 "Oh! weep not for the dead 
 Whose blood for freedom shed," — 
 Evacuation of Manassas: By Iris. Warrenton, April 5, 1862. 
 S. L. M., Sept. and Oct., 1862, under title of Rear Guard of 
 Army. (E. V. M.) 
 
 "The hills were touched with sunset tints, and the sky was painted, too, 
 When the rear guard of the army came marching into view," — 
 Exchanged! By Major George McKnight ("Asa Hartz"). 
 (Sunny.) 
 
 "From his dim prison house by Lake Erie's bleak shore. 
 He is borne to his last resting place;" — 
 
92 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 The Exiled Soldiers' Adieu to Maryland: By I. Camp near 
 Manassas, July 5, 1861: printed in the C. S. Army. (R. 
 B. B. 79.) 
 
 "Adieu my hornet Adieu dear Maryland! 
 
 For honor calls me now away from thee." — 
 The Exodus: II Kings, vii, 6, 7, 15 and Joel ii, 20: by Old 
 Soldier. (R. B. B. 25.) 
 
 "O bright eyed maidens of the South, your happy voices raise, 
 And make your timbrels ring with sounds of triumphs and praise," — 
 
 The Expected Texas Invasion: The Bloody Twentieth, Galveston, 
 Tex., March 22, 1865. (Alsb.) 
 
 "What right have the Northmen our homes to invade — 
 Could the scions of freemen admit?" — 
 
 Fabk or History: (Victor Hugo) bv Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke 
 of N. C] (S. L. M.) 
 
 "A hungry Ape one summer's day 
 Did idly through a forest stray," — 
 
 The Fair and the Brave: Flag Presentation to the "Jackson Hor- 
 nets" by Eleven Young Ladies at Belief onte, Ala. Written 
 by a Tennessee poetess. (P. &. P. B. from the Charleston 
 Mercury.) 
 
 "First to rise against oppression 
 In this glorious Southern band;" — 
 
 The Faith of The South: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 "God is the weak man's arm, 
 We cannot feel despair;" — 
 
 The Fall of Sumter, April, i86i: By A. L. D. of Raleigh, N. C. 
 (E. V. M.) 
 
 " 'Twas in the early morning, all Charleston lay asleep, 
 
 While yet the pmple darkness was resting on the deep." — 
 
 Farewell: By F. B., Clinton, June 3, 1863. (W. F.) 
 "Farewell 1 Stem duty calls me fast 
 'Gainst the foe,"— 
 
 Farewell, Forever, the Star Spangled Banner: By Mrs. E. D. 
 Hundley, May 14, 1862. (C. S. B.) 
 
 "Let tyrants and slaves submissively tremble, 
 And bow down their necks 'neath the 'Juggernaut' car," — 
 
 Farewell to Brother Johnathan: By CaroUne. (R. R.) 
 
 "Farewell! we must part: we have turned from the land." — 
 
 Farewell to Johnson's Island: By Major George McKnight 
 (Asa Hartz). (Sunny.) 
 
 "I leave thy shore, O hated Isle, 
 
 Where misery marked my days;" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 93 
 
 A Fareivell to Pope: By John R. Thompson, of Virginia. (W. 
 
 G. S.) 
 
 " 'Hats off' in the crowd, 'Present arms' in the line, 
 Let the standards all bow, and the sabres incline" — 
 
 Fast and Pray: "I appoint Friday, Nov. 15th, a day of general 
 fasting and prayer," Jefferson Davis. (Bohemian.) 
 "Soldier, on the whitened field. 
 Resting on thy burnished shield," — 
 
 Fast Day, Nov. 1861: By Miss R. Powell of Virginia. (E. V. M.) 
 
 "Hark to the silvery chiming 
 That stirs the quiet air," — 
 
 The Fate of the Republic: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mer- 
 cury.) 
 
 "Thus, the grand fabric of a thousand yeeirs — 
 Reared with such art and wisdom by a race," — 
 
 The Federal Vandals: Micah iv, 13: by Senex. (Note by author: 
 The writer has taken the hberty to vary and to apply to our 
 Northern foes part of an original poem in MSS. written by 
 himself.) (R. R. and under the title of // is I! R. B. B.) 
 "They come, they come, — a motley crew 
 
 For rapine, rape and plunder met;" — 
 
 The Federal Vendue: Abraham Auctionarius Loquitur. (R. 
 B. B. 27). 
 
 "And going — goingi Step up, friends, 
 I've lots of lumber here to sell" — 
 
 Few Days: (Alsb.) 
 
 "Our country now is great and free, few days, few days; 
 And thus shall it ever be, we know the way;" — 
 
 Fiat Justitia: Dedicated to the Maryland Prisoners at Fort 
 Warren: by a Lady of Baltimore, H. Rebel. (E. V. M., 
 under title of God Will Repay R. B. B.) 
 
 "There is no day however darkly clouded 
 But hath a brighter sun," — 
 
 Field of Glory: By J. H. Hewitt. 
 
 "When upon the field of glory 
 'Mid the battle cry"— 
 
 The Field of Williamsburg: To Eugene: by C. C. (S. L. M., 
 Aug. '63.) 
 
 "Back to the field, whence yestere'en 
 The Vandal Horde were flying seen," — 
 
 The Fiend Unbound: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.) 
 "No more with glad and happy cheer 
 
 And smiling face, doth Christmas come" — 
 
94 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Fight On! Fight Ever! By Dr. D. M. Norfolk City Jail, Sept 
 7, 1863. (C. C.) 
 
 "Still wave the stars and bars 
 
 O'er Sumter's battered walls;" — 
 
 The Fire of Freedom: (W. G. S.) 
 
 "The holy fire that nerved the Greek 
 To make his stand at Marathon." — 
 
 First Love: By Colonel Wm. S. Hawkins. Johnson's Island, 
 Ohio, Jan., 1865. (Sunny.) 
 
 "In the bhthesome days of boyhood, 
 In the unforgotten past; 
 
 Fishing in Troubled Waters: (R. B. B. 87.) 
 
 "In a dingy room of a mansion old, a solemn 'council' met. 
 To discuss the many dangers, with which they were beset." 
 
 The Flag: (R. B. B. 77.) 
 
 "The Stars and Stripesl is that the flag the Northern army waves, 
 To make ignoble races free and noble nations slaves?" — 
 The Flag of Secession: Air, "The Star Spangled Banner:" [by 
 Frederick Pinkney.»] (R. B. B. 27.) 
 "Oh say can't you see by the dawn's early light 
 What you yesterday held to be vaunting and dreaming," — 
 
 Flag of Our Country: By a Lady of Winchester. (Broadside 
 in possession of Editor.) 
 
 "Flag of our country, we're weeping for thee, 
 Dimm'd are the stars roimd the Palmetto tree" — 
 Flag of the Free Eleven: (Randolph.) 
 
 "Over land and sea let it kiss the breeze. 
 For the smile of approving Heaven" — 
 The Flag of the Lone Star: By Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke of 
 N. C] (E. V. M.) 
 
 "Hurrah for the Lone Star! 
 Up, up to the mast," — 
 The Flag of the South: For the Evening Star: suggested by the 
 raising of the flag in Kansas City: by Charles P. Lenox. (R. 
 B. B. 26^.) 
 
 "Let the flag of the South be thrown to the breeze. 
 Over land, over sea, let her float at her ease." — 
 Flag of the South: For the Evening Star: by J. H., Baltimore, 
 Md. (R. B. B. 263^.) 
 
 ' 'Oh flag of the South, in the hues of thy splendor 
 
 The emblems of right and of triumph we see." — 
 Flag of the Southland: Air, "I'm Afloat:" by Major E. W. Cave, 
 of Houston: (Alsb.) 
 "Flag of the Southland! Flag of the freel 
 Ere thy sons will be slaves they will perish with thee!" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 95 
 
 Flag of Truce: By Jay W. Bee, P. A. C. S., 2nd Kentucky Cav- 
 alry, Morgan's Command. Johnson's Island, Ohio, July, 
 1864. (W. L.) 
 
 "Thou beautiful emblem of Peace — 
 
 White sail upon war's bloody seas." — 
 
 Flight of Doodles: (B. R.) 
 
 "I come from old Manassas, with a pocket full of fun — 
 I killed forty Yankees with a single-barrelled gun" — 
 
 The Foe at the Gates: Charleston: by John Dickson Bruns, M. D, 
 (W. G. S.) 
 
 "Ring round her! children of her glorious skies 
 Whom she hath nursed to stature proud and great," — 
 
 Fold It Up Carefully: A reply to the lines entitled "The Conquer- 
 ed Banner:" by Sir Henry Houghton, Bart, of England, 
 Oct., 1865. (The following, written in England, comes to 
 us from a friend in Virginia, who says it was sent by the 
 author to a gentleman in that state, and that it has not yet 
 appeared in print.) (E. V. M.) 
 
 "Gallant nation, foiled by numbers, 
 
 Say not that your hopes are fled;" — 
 
 Follow! Boys, Follow! By MiUie Mayfield. (R. R.) 
 "Follow, brave boys, foUowl 
 
 'Tis the roll-call of the drum," — 
 
 For Bales: Air, "Johnny Fill up the Bowl." (Fag.) 
 "We all went down to New Orleans, 
 For Bales, for Bales;—" 
 
 For Punch: (Bohemian from the Southern Literary Messenger.) 
 "For fifty years the world has rung 
 With nothing strange or new, sir," — 
 
 Forget? Never! By Mrs. C. A. BaU. (E. V. M.) 
 "Can the mother forget the child of her love. 
 Who was in her tenderest heartstrings woven," — 
 
 Fort Donelson Falls: Written in great agony, 3 p. m., Feb. 17, 
 [1862?]: by Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 
 "Demons, hark! those cemnon booming; 
 Death howls over Uberty," — 
 
 Fort Donelson: The Siege: Feb., 1862: by Mrs. C. A. Warfield. 
 (E. V. M.) 
 
 "I cannot look on the sunshine 
 
 That breaks thro' the clouds today" — 
 
 Fort Moultrie: For the Courier: by CaroUna. Jan, 1861. (R. 
 
 N. S.) 
 
 "Long the pride of Carolina, 
 Cherished in our 'heart of hearts,' " — 
 
96 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Forts Morris and Moultrie: (Bohemian.) 
 
 "Hark, the wind-storm how it rushes I 
 List I methinks I hear the strain" — 
 
 Fort Sumter: (R. R. from the Charleston Mercury.) 
 "It was a noble Roman 
 In Rome's imperial day," — 
 
 Fort Sumter: By H. (Bohemian from the New Orleans Delta.) 
 "Ask the Fort — let Peace prevail, 
 
 Claim the Fort — ^but yet forbear" — 
 
 Fort Sumter: [By C. B. Northrup.] (Outcast.) 
 
 "Up through the water, towering high," — 
 
 Fort Sumter: A Southern Song. Air, "Dearest May:" by Dr. 
 Barnstable, B. C. H. G. (R. B. B. 26.) 
 "Come now and gather round me, 
 A story I'll relate," — 
 
 Fort Wagner: By W. Gilmore Simms. (W. G. S. from the Char- 
 leston Mercury.) 
 
 "Glory unto the gallant boys who stood 
 At Wagner, and unflinching, sought the van," — 
 
 The ^7th Va. Regiment: At the Battle of Frazier's Farm, June 
 30, 1862: by S. D. D. (S. L. M., March, 1863.) 
 "Virginians! let the foe now feel 
 
 What vengeance ours may be;" — 
 
 The Four Brothers: By Lieutenant E. C. McCarthy. (Sunny.) 
 "In sadness, in sorrow, a soldier wept. 
 O'er the form so cold and chill," — 
 
 A Fragment: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 
 "Why needst thou go away from me, my love? 
 Thou wilt not fight for home or lands, but wUt," — 
 A Fragment, Cabinet Council: From the Charleston Mercury. 
 (P. & P. B.) 
 
 "Give me another Scotch cap; wrap me in a military cloak, 
 
 Have mercy, Jeff. Davis! Soft — I did but dream!" 
 
 Freedom's Call: Air, "God Save the South." Baltimore, June 
 1, 1862. (R. B. B. 28.) 
 
 "Southrons, to armsl 
 Justice with flaming sword," — 
 Freedom's Muster Drum: By John H. Hewitt. (Lee.) 
 "When Freedom from her dazzling home 
 
 Looked down upon the breathing world," — 
 Freedom's New Banner: By Dan E. Townsend. June 30, 1862. 
 (Fag. from the Richmond Dispatch.) 
 
 "When clouds of apprehension o'ershaded 
 The banner that Liberty bore," — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 97 
 
 From the Rapidan, 186^: (W. G. S.) 
 
 "A low wind in the pines I 
 And a dull pain in the breast!" — 
 
 From the Sovih to the North: By C. L. S. (R. R.) 
 "There is no union when the hearts 
 
 That once were botmd together," — 
 The Frontier Ranger: By M. B. Smith, 2nd Texas. (Alsb.) 
 "Come list to a Ranger, you kind-hearted stranger. 
 A song, tho' a sad one, you are welcome to hear," — 
 The Funeral Dirge of Stonewall Jackson: By Rosa Vertner Jeffrey, 
 May 20, 1863. (E. V. M.) 
 
 "Muffled drum and solemn bugle, 
 Sound a dirge as on ye move," — 
 Funeral of Albert Sidney Johnston: (Fag.) 
 
 "He feU, and they cried, bring us home our dead I 
 We'll bm^ him here where the prairies spread," — 
 
 The Gallant Colonel: (R. B. B. 32.) 
 
 "There lived a man in Brooklin town 
 An Abolition teacher" — 
 Gallant Second Texans: Air, "Maid of Monterey:" by M. B. 
 Smith, Company C, 2nd Texas: (Alsb.) 
 "The gallant Second Texians are men that we hold dear. 
 Thro' out oiu- loved Confederacy their praises you will hear," — 
 Gather! Gather! By Robert Joselyn. (Bohemian.) 
 "Gather around your country's flag. 
 
 Men of the South! the hour has come," — 
 The Gathering of the Southern Volunteers: Air, "La Marseillaise." 
 (S. L. M., June, 1861.) 
 
 "Sons of the South! behold the morning 
 God-like ascends his golden car," — 
 Gay and Happy: Camp Song of the Maryland Line as Sung by 
 the Baltimore Boys in Richmond. Air, "Gay and Happy." 
 (C. S. B.) 
 
 "We're the boys so gay and happy 
 Wheresoe'er we chance to be" — 
 Gendron Palmer, of the Holcombe Legion: By Ina M. Porter of 
 Alabama. (W. G. S.) 
 
 "He sleeps upon Virginia's strsind 
 
 While comrades of the Legion stand," — 
 General Albert Sidney Johnston: By Mary Jervey, of Charleston. 
 (W. G. S.) 
 
 "In the thickest fight triumphantly he fell 
 
 While into Victory's arms he led us on;" — 
 
 General Beauregard: (R. B. B. 9.) 
 
 "When war clouds gathered about our land 
 And out of the North came a hostile bfuid," — 
 
98 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 General Butler: Air, "Yankee Doodle." (R. B. B. 12.) 
 "Butler and I went out from camp 
 At Bethel to make battle," — 
 
 General Hood's Last Charge: By Mary Hunt McCaleb. (Im.) 
 "The twilight of death is beginning to fall. 
 Death's shadows are creeping high upon the wall," — 
 
 A General Invitation: By I. R. (S. S.) 
 
 "Come! leave the noisy Longs treet, 
 Fly to the Fields with me;" — 
 
 General Jackson in the Valley of the Shenandoah: Air, "Dandy 
 Jim:" by Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 
 "The clouds were heavy o'er our land, 
 And darkest o'er the brave true band" — 
 
 General J. E. B. Stuart: By John R. Thompson. (E. V. M.) 
 "We could not pause, while yet the noontide air 
 Shook with the cannonade's incessant pealing," — 
 
 General Jeff Davis: Air, "Kelvin Grove:" (West. Res.) 
 "Who is this with noble mein 
 Southern hearties, 01" — 
 
 General John B. Floyd: By Eulalie. Woodlawn, Va., April, 
 1866. (E. V. M.) 
 
 "The noble hero calmly sleeps 
 
 Unheeding all life's surging woes,"^ 
 
 General Johnston: Air, "American Star." (R. B. B. 50.) 
 "Behold the brave son of the Good 'Old Dominion' 
 The Yankees for niggers, but Johnston for me" — 
 General Lee: Air, "Oh, Carry Me Back to Old Virginny." (R. 
 B. B. 60.) 
 
 "There is a man in Old Virginny 
 His name is General Lee," — 
 General Lee: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 
 "I've tried to write of General Lee, 
 But always stop, to bend my knee" — 
 General Lee At the Battle of the Wilderness: By Tenella. [Mrs. 
 M. B. Clarke of N. C. (E. V. M.) 
 
 "There he stood, the grand old hero, great Virginia's god-like son 
 Second unto none in glory: equal to her Washington." — 
 General Price's Appeal: (Alsb.) 
 
 "Dome from the Western fountains, 
 
 Come from the plains so wild and rough," — 
 
 General Robert E. Lee: By Tenella: [Mrs. R. B. Clark of N. C] 
 
 (E. V. M.) 
 
 "As went the knight with sword and shield 
 To tourney or to battle field," — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 99 
 
 General Tom Green: By Mrs. Wm. Barnes, of Galveston. (Alsb.) 
 "A warrior has fallen! a chieftain has gonel 
 A hero of heroes has sunk to his resti" — 
 
 Georgia, My Georgia!: By Carrie B. Sinclair. (W. G. S.) 
 "Hark! 'tis the cannon's deafening roar. 
 That sounds along thy sunny shore," — 
 
 A Georgia Volunteer: Written by Mrs. Townshend at the ne- 
 glected grave of one who was a member of the 12th Georgia, 
 a regiment whose gallantry was conspicuous on every field 
 where its colors waved, and which won praise for peculiar 
 daring, even among the 'foot-cavalry" of Jackson: by Xar- 
 iffa. (C. C.) 
 
 "Far up the lonely mountain-side 
 
 My wandering footsteps led;" — 
 
 Gettysburg: By Edward L. Walker, M. D., of North CaroUna. 
 (Amaranth.) 
 
 "From the hiUs of the West to the shores of the sea, 
 From the yellow Roanoke to the distant Pedee," — 
 
 The Girl I Left Behind Me: (Alsb.) 
 
 "I'm lonesome since I crossed the hills and o'er the moor that's sedgy 
 With heavy thoughts my mind is filled, since parted I with Peggy." — 
 
 The Girls of the Monumental City: Written by a Confederate 
 Prisoner. Baltimore, Md., March, 1862. (S. B. P.) 
 "Daughters of the sunny South 
 
 Where Freedom loves to dwell," — 
 
 Give Them Bread! By G. L. R. (E. V. M.) 
 
 "Have you heard the calls for succor, 
 Cries of hunger that have come," — 
 
 Give Up! By Colonel B. H. Jones. Johnson's Island, 1865. 
 
 (Sunny.) 
 
 "Give up and plead, 'twas the fiat of fate 
 
 That the blood which now reddens your veins," — 
 
 Glen Roy: Sonnet: By F. B. Gloucester Co., Va., Sept. 1861. 
 
 (W. F.) 
 
 "It is a curious world, this world of ours, 
 Time but creates in order to destroy," — 
 
 Glorious January 1, 1863: Air, "Oaks of James Davis:" by M 
 B. Smith, Company C, 2nd Regiment Texas Volunteers. 
 
 (Alsb.) 
 
 "Come, all ye brave Texians, come join in my song 
 Let joy and thanksgiving and praises abound," — 
 
 God and Our Rights: (Randolph.) 
 
 "God and our Right, from every glen. 
 Come marching ranks of fearless men," — 
 
100 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 God Be Our Trust: Air, "Heaven Is Our Home: let not our 
 courage fail." (R. B. B. 37.) 
 
 "God save our Southern land, God be our trust, 
 Storms rage on every hand, God be our trust," — 
 
 God Bkss Our Land: Anthem of the Confederate States: by 
 E. Yoimg, Lexington, Ga. (Bohemian from the Southern 
 Field and Fireside.) 
 
 "Oh God! our only King, 
 
 To Thee our hearts we bring;" — 
 
 God Bless Our President: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 "God bless our President, 
 
 The hope of the Free!"— 
 
 God Bless Our Southern Land: Air, "God Save the Queen." 
 Respectfully inscribed to Major General J. B. Magruder, and 
 sung on the occasion of his pubUc reception in the city of 
 Houston, Texas, Jan. 20, 1863. (C. S. B.) 
 "God bless our Southern land, 
 God save our sea-girt land," — 
 
 God Bkss the South: Air, "God Speed the Right." (R. B. B. 32.) 
 "Now to heaven one prayer ascending, 
 God bless the South"— 
 
 God Help Kentucky: An Anthem: (R. B. B. 52.) 
 "Lord from Thy heavenly throne 
 Thy holy will be done;" — 
 God Save the South: (R. R.) 
 
 "God bless our Southern land! 
 Guard our beloved land!" — 
 God Save the South: By R. S. Agnew of Newfern. December, 
 1861. (E. V. M.) 
 
 "Wake every minstrel's strain. 
 
 Ring o'er each Southern plain," — 
 God Save the South: National Hymn: By George H. Miles of 
 Frederick, Md. : music by C. W. A. Ellerbock, permission of 
 A. E. Blackmar. [Note: This was the first song published 
 in the South during the War.] S. L. M., Oct., 1863, from the 
 Charleston Mercury. (C. S. B.) 
 
 "God save the South, 
 
 Her altars and firesides" — 
 God Save the Southern Land: A Hymn. By S. Francis Cameron, 
 of Md.: (Amaranth.) 
 
 "Oh, let the cry awaken, 
 From every hero-band" — 
 
 Going Home: By M. L. M. (W. L.) 
 
 "No flaunting banners o'er them wave, 
 No arms flash back the sun's bright ray," — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 101 
 
 Gone to the Battlefield: By John Antrobus, Headquarters Ninth 
 Va. Regiment Volunteers. (C. C.) 
 
 "The reaper has left the field, 
 The mower has left the plain," — 
 
 Goober Peas: By A. Pender. [One of the most widely known 
 Confederate songs.] (Im.) 
 
 "Sitting by the roadside, on a summer day, 
 Chatting with my messmates, passing time away;" — 
 
 Good News From Dixie: (R. B. B. 34.) 
 
 "How the South's great heart rejoices 
 At your cannon's ringing voices," — 
 
 The Good Old Cause: By John D. Phelan, of Montgomery, Ala. 
 (W. G. S.) 
 
 "Huzza! Huzza! for the 'Good Old Cause,' 
 'Tis a stirring sound to hear," — 
 
 Governor Hicks: Air, "Money Musk." (R. B. B. 65.) 
 "Mister Hicks, full of tricks. 
 
 Now iprying, next time trying," — 
 
 Grant's Litany Changed to Suit My Feelings: Air, "Spanish Hymn" 
 by Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 
 "Saviour, when in dust to Thee, 
 Low we bow adoring knee," — 
 
 Grave of A. Sidney Johnston: By J. B. Synnott. (W. G. S.) 
 "The Lone Star State secretes the clay 
 Of him who led on Shiloh's field,"— 
 
 The Grave of Ashby: By Old Fogy. (Amaranth.) 
 "Rest, soldier, rest! thy sword hath won 
 A fadeless wreath of glory:" — 
 
 Grave of Washington: (Cav.) 
 
 "Disturb not his slumbers, let Washington sleep 
 'Neath the boughs of the willow that over him weep," — 
 
 Graves for the Invaders: A Fragment. Savannah, Ga., 1863. 
 (R. B. B. 35.) 
 
 "Graves for the invaders — graves 
 
 Scoop'd from the reeking sod" — 
 
 Graves of Our Home-Heroes: By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. March 
 31, 1865. (Corinth). 
 
 "Behold! they sleep. 
 Our own defenders bold, who lately stood" — 
 
 Great Big Bethel Fight: Awful Calamity! Air, "Dixie." (R. 
 B. B. 35.) 
 
 "I'll tell you of a tale that lately befell 
 And the place where it happened was big Bethel," — 
 
102 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Great Cry and Little Wool or the leading Republicans described 
 in verse: By Barnstable. Baltimore, July 2, 1861. (R. 
 B. B. 341^.) 
 
 "O dearest Muse, thy help I ask. 
 Though mine is but a scurvy task" — 
 
 The Great Fast Day in the South: June 13th: by B. Orange 
 county. (S. L. M. August, '61.) 
 
 "From yonder high embattled grounds 
 Where Harper's Ferry stands," — 
 
 Greek Fire: or. The Siege of Charleston: By Eustanzia. New 
 Orleans, Oct., 1863. (Wash'n 78.) 
 
 "HarkI the battle! hark! the battle! 
 Hark! the deadly cannons' rattle" — 
 
 Greeting for Victory: For the Courier: by C. G. P. Charieston, 
 April 17, 1861. (R. N. S.) 
 
 "Carolinians, ye have answered 
 To our Mother's thrilling call," 
 
 The Griffin: (Alsb.) 
 
 '"Tis said the Griffins of olden time 
 Were strange and monstrous creatures," — 
 
 Guerrilla: Verses circulated among the scoutiag parties of rebel 
 partisan horse in the Shenandoah Valley, in the summer of 
 1864. (E. V. M. '69 from the New York Round Table.) 
 "Who hither rides so hard? A Scout — 
 Just after the midnight he stole out," — 
 
 The Guerrilla Martyrs: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.) 
 "Aye, to the doom — the scaffold and the chain, 
 To all your cruel tortures, bear them on," 
 The Guerrillas: [It may add something to the interest with which 
 these stirring hues are read, to know that they were composed 
 within the walls of a Yankee Bastile. They reached us in 
 Mss. through the coiu1;esy of a returned prisoner." — Rich- 
 mond Examiner.] By S. Teackle WaUis. Fort Lafayette, 
 1862. S. L. M., July and Aug., 1862, dated Fort Warren 
 Dungeon, 1862. (S. S.) 
 
 "Awake and to horses! my brothers. 
 For the dawn is gUmmering gray," — 
 Ha! Ha! The Fighting, Ha! Air, "Ha! Hal the wooing, 
 ha!" by Kentucky: sung after the battle of Richmond, 
 Ky. (S. 0. S.) 
 
 "Kirby Smith came here to fight! 
 Ha! hal the fighting! ha!"— 
 
 Happy Land of Canaan: (J. M. S.) 
 
 "I sing you a song, and it won't detain me long 
 AH about the times we are gaining;" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 103 
 
 Happy Land of Canaan: A Texas Song. (Randolph.) 
 "Oh, the Bayou City Guards, they will never ask for odds 
 When the Yankees in a close place get them, hal hal" — 
 
 Hardee's Defence of Savannah: A Southern Ballad of the War. 
 (R. B. B. 40.) 
 
 "Have you heard of the brave Hardee 
 The famous General Hardee?" — 
 
 Hard Times: By M. B. Smith, Company C, 2nd Regiment, 
 Texas Volunteers. August 13, 1862. (Alsb.) 
 "Just Usten awhUe and give ear to my song 
 Concerning this war, which will not take me long;" — 
 
 Hark! The Summons: By B. Baltimore, Oct. 9, 1861. (R. 
 
 B. B. 41.) 
 
 "Hark! in the South the thundering drum, 
 The sathering myriads ceaseless hum" — 
 
 Hark! Hark! The War Bugle: Air, "Harkl Hark! the Soft 
 Bugle:" (Randolph.) 
 
 "Hark! hark! the war bugle, the fife and the drum. 
 Wake the hearts of the noble and brave:" — 
 
 Harp of the South: A Sonnet: by Cora. (R. R.) 
 "Harp of the South, awake! a loftier strain 
 Than ever yet thy tuneful strings has stirred," — 
 
 Harp of the South, Awake! A Southern war song dedicated to 
 Captain Bradley T. Johnson, now in service in Virginia: by 
 J. M. Kilgour, Frederick, Md., April 10, 1861. Music by 
 
 C. L. Peticolas: published by George Dunn, Richmond, Va., 
 1863. S. L. M. Editor's Table, June, 1861. (R. B. M.) 
 
 "Harp of the South awake 
 From every golden wire," — 
 
 Headquarters in the Saddle: (Mr. Samuel's Scrapbook, Ridgway.) 
 "Pope his 'headquarters in the saddle' places 
 
 Where other mortals their hindquarters plant, sir:" — 
 
 Hearing Cannon: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.) 
 "I feel as though in my own coffin laid, 
 Listening to the last office that is paid," — 
 
 The Heart of Louisiana: By Harriet Stanton. (R. R. from the 
 New Orleans Delta.) 
 
 "Oh let me weep while o'er our land 
 
 Vile discord strides, with sullen brow," — 
 
 Heart Victories: By a Soldier's Wife. Front Royal, Virginia, 
 Oct. 30, 1861. S. L. M., Editor's Table, Jan., 1862. (E. 
 
 V. M.) 
 
 "There's not a stately hall. 
 
 There's not a cottage fair," — 
 
104 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 He'll See It When He Wakes: By Frank Lee. (Im.) 
 "Amid the clouds of battle smoke 
 The sun had died away," — 
 
 Here and There, A Contrast: (E. V. M. from The Sunny South.) 
 "There's clashing of arms in the Sunny South, 
 There's hurrying to and fro," — 
 
 Here's Your Mule: (Alsb.) 
 
 "A farmer came to camp one day, with milk and eggs to sell. 
 Upon a mule who oft would stray to where no one could tell," — 
 
 A Hero's Daughter: (M. C. L.) by Mrs. M. J. Preston. (Beech- 
 enbrook.) 
 
 "She boasts no Amazonian charms, 
 
 Minerva's helmet never crowned her." — 
 
 The Heroe's Dream: Brigadier General J. H. Morgan at Larmen- 
 esburg: by Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 
 "Weary from his loiig toil 
 To free his native land," — 
 
 The Hero Without A Name: By Colonel W. S. Hawkins, C. S- 
 A., Prisoner of War, Camp Chase, Oct., 1864. (E. V. M., 
 also S. S. No. 7.) 
 
 "I loved when a child, to seek the page 
 Where war's proud tales are grandly told," — 
 
 Hicksie: (Parody on "Dixie".) (R. B. B. 66.) 
 
 "Ets a mighty bad way dey's got ole Hicks in 
 'Case things won't stay de how he's fixin' ' — 
 
 His Last Words: (W. G. S.) 
 
 "Come let us cross the river and rest beneath the trees, 
 And list the merry leaflets at sport with every breeze;" — 
 
 Holly and Cypress: By Mrs. Fanny Downing. (Amaranth.) 
 "Merry old Christmas has come again, 
 With plenty of pleasiue, — naught of pain;" — 
 Home: Dedicated to a Young Woman of Petersburg, Va. Com- 
 posed by a Confederate Soldier, July 26, 1864. (C. C.) 
 "What is the sound of sweetness that thrills the wondrous breast 
 And brings with magic fleetness fond thoughts of peace and rest?" — 
 Home— After the War: By M. E. H. Baltimore. (E. V. M.) 
 "In the grassy lane as the sun went down. 
 He slackened his fevered and weary feet," — 
 Home Again! By Lieutenant Howard. (Sunny.) 
 "Home again! Home again! 
 
 From Lake Erie's shore;" — 
 Home Again: Written in Prison by Jeff. Thompson: (E. V. M.) 
 "My dear wife awaits my coming. 
 My children lisp my name," — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 105 
 
 Homespun: (Bohemian.) 
 
 "The air is balmy with the breath 
 Of the early coming Spring," — 
 
 The Homespun Dress: Air, "Bonnie Blue Flag:" by Carrie Bell 
 Sinclair. (C. S. B.) 
 
 "Oh, yes I am a Southern girl 
 And glory in the name," — ■ 
 Hood's Old Brigade "On the March:" By Miss Mollie E. Moore. 
 (Alsb.) 
 
 " 'Twas midnight when we built our fires — 
 We marched at half-past three!" — 
 Hood's Texas Brigade: (Alsb.) 
 
 "Down by the valley 'mid thunder and lightning, 
 Down by the valley 'mid shadows of night," — 
 Horse-Marines at Galveston: Air, "The Barring of the Door." 
 (Alsb.) 
 
 "It was on a New Year's morn so soon. 
 Before the break of day, O," — 
 The Hour Before Execution: By Miss Maria E. Jones. (Alsb.) 
 "Hark! the clock strikes! AH, all that now remains 
 Is one short hour of this fast fleeting life," — 
 How McClelhn Took Manassas: By Ole Napoleon. (West. 
 Res.) 
 
 "Heard ye how the bold McClellan, 
 (He, the wether with the beU on,)" — 
 How the Soldiers Talk: By Joseph Scriitchen, of Atlanta, Ga. 
 (Im.) 
 
 "We have heard the Yankees yell. 
 
 We have heard the Rebels shout," — 
 Hurrah! The first camp song: by S. B. K. of Mississippi. In- 
 vincibles. Mobile, March 31, 1861. (R. N. S. from the Mo- 
 bile Register.) 
 
 "Hurrah for the Southern Confederate States! 
 
 With her baimer of white, red and blue;" — 
 
 Hurrah for Jeff Davis: Air, "Gum Tree Canoe." (R. B. B. 22.) 
 
 "Our country now calls, we're up and away 
 
 To meet the vile Yankee in battle array" — 
 Hurrah for Jeff Davis: Air, "Hurrah for the Bonnets of Blue:" 
 by a Lady Rebel. (R. B. B.) 
 
 "Hurrah for Jeff Davis, hurrah 
 
 And hiu-rah for brave Beauregard, too:" — 
 Hurrah for the Red and White: a Prophecy for 1865 : Air, "Oh, 
 whistle and I'll come to you, my lad:" by Kentucky. (S. 
 0. S.) 
 
 "Hurrah for the Red and White, boys, hurrah! 
 
 Kentucky has leaped, boys, right into the war." — 
 
106 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Hurrah for the South! Hurrah!: Paraphrased by G. W. Hopkins. 
 (Wash'n 86.) 
 
 "Hurrah for the South, 'tis joy to see, 
 Far in the misty dawn," — 
 
 Hurrah, My Brave Boys: (Randolph.) 
 
 "Come, Southrons, and bare to the glorious strife, 
 Your hearts without heaving a sigh;" — 
 
 Hurrying On: Written in New Orleans, Oct. 23, 1861. (C. C. 
 from the Charleston Mercury: also R. B. B. No. 3.) 
 "Hurrying on the midst of excitement 
 
 Pushing extravagant projects through" — 
 
 Hymn for the South: To the Lone Star of Carolina: by Preston 
 Davis Sill. Music composed by Mr. A. Koepper, to be pub- 
 lished as soon as circumstances permit: Columbia, S. C. 
 
 (R. N. S.) 
 
 "Tho' lone, how fair, how bright 
 
 Thou shimmer'dst first, O Starl" — 
 
 Hymn to the Dawn: By A. J. Requier. (Amaranth.) 
 "From an ominous rift in the pitiless sky 
 
 That has darkened our desolate land," — 
 
 Hymn to the National Flag: By Mrs. M. J. Preston. (E. V. M.) 
 "Float aloft, thou stainless banner. 
 Azure cross and field of light," — 
 
 / Am Coming, Ella: By Adjutant John N. Shuerter. (Sunny.) 
 "I am coming, Ella, coming. 
 
 Though the moment still be far:" — 
 
 / Am Sick, Don't Draft Me, I Have Got a Doctor's Certificate: Air, 
 "The Girl I Left Behind Me." (West. Res.) 
 "Of the Danger of exposure to a draft, we often read. 
 That it generates disorders which are very bad, indeed:" — 
 
 / Am Not Sick, I Am Over Forty-Fire, I Will Make My Wife Stay 
 At Home And Give the Baby Catnip Tea: Air, "I Wish My 
 Wife Had No Crying Baby." (West. Res.) 
 "I'm exempt, I'm exempt, I vow and desire, 
 I'm exempt, I'm exempt, from the draft I will swear," — 
 
 The Icy Road to Niblet's Bluff: Air, "Shiloh HiU:" by J. C. H., 
 Company H, 4th Texas Cavedry. (Alsb.) 
 "Come, all you vaUant Home Guard, a story I will tell, 
 'Tis of a noted journey we all remember well;" — 
 
 // a Soldier Meet a Soldier: Air, "Coming Through the Rye:" 
 by General M. Jeff. Thompson. (Smmy.) 
 "If a soldier meets a soldier, 'mid the battles' din. 
 And the soldier kills the soldier, — surely 'tis no sin;" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 107 
 
 If You Belong to Dixie's Land: Air, "Gideon's Band." (R. B. 
 B. 42.) 
 
 "To bring you this good news I've come 
 You'll always find yourself at home," — 
 
 If You Love Me: By J. Augustine Signaigo. (W. G. S.) 
 "You have told me that you love me, 
 That you worship at my shrine," — 
 
 Ignivomus Cotton's Letters to His Relatives in Kentucky: III, He 
 Glorifieth Cotton. For the Louisville Journal. Charleston, 
 S. C, Jan. 1862. (R. N. S.) 
 
 "Dear Uncle: I'm certain you never have thought on 
 The omnipotent greatness and glory of cotton:" — 
 
 Fm Conscripted, Smith, Conscripted: By Albert Roberts of Nash- 
 ville, Tenn. (Hubner.) 
 
 "I'm conscripted, Smith, conscripted! 
 Ebb the subterfuges fast" — 
 
 Fm Going Home to Dixie: (Alsb.) 
 
 "There is a land where cotton grows, 
 A land where milk and honey flows" — 
 
 Imogen: By Major General J. B.Magruder. (C. S. B.) 
 "Awake, dearest, awake! 'tis thy lover who calls, Imogen; 
 List! dearest! list! the dew gently falls, Imogen;" — 
 
 Impromptu: By Dr. Barnstable, B. C. H. G. (R. B. B. 42.) 
 "The South, the South, the glorious South, 
 Now calls, forth all her men," — 
 
 I'm Thinking of the Soldier: By Mary E. Smith, of Austin. (Alsb.) 
 "O, I'm thinking of the soldier as the evening shadows fall, 
 As the twilight fairy sketches her sad pictures on the wall;" — 
 
 Independence Day: (E. V. M.) 
 
 "Ohl Freedom is a blessed thing! 
 And men have marched in stricken fields," — 
 
 Independence Hymn: By A. J. Requier. (Bohemian.) 
 "True sons of the South, from whose militant sires 
 The still-crested charter of Liberty sprung," — 
 
 In Divina Catena: (E. V. M. '69.) 
 
 "Chain the eagle and veil his eyes! 
 Tortm-e him dumb and dim!" — 
 
 In Death United: By G. A. M. Richmond, Va., 1861. (S. L. 
 M., Jan. '62.) 
 
 "Surely in fife's final moments 
 
 Ere the spirit takes its flight," — 
 
108 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Information Wanted: Of my son . He was known to 
 
 be engaged in last s fight and cannot now be found. 
 
 Was a private in Company — , Regiment, Volun- 
 teers. Any tidings of him will be gratefully received by his 
 
 anxious father at House. (E. V. M.) 
 
 "Oh I stranger, can you tell me where. 
 
 Where is my boy — my brave bright boyl" — 
 
 In His Blanket on the Ground: By Caroline Howard Gervais, of 
 Charleston. (Bohemian.) 
 
 "Weary, weary hes the soldier 
 
 In his blanket on the ground," — 
 
 In Hollywood — A Slumber Song: By Gillie Cary. (C. S. B.) 
 "O ye starry night skies 
 With your thousand bright eyes," — 
 
 In Memoriam Aeternam — My Brother: By Colonel B. H. Jones. 
 Johnson's Island, July 8th, 1865. (Sunny.) 
 "When first the clarion blast of civil war 
 Broke on the stillness of the mountain height;" — 
 
 In Memoriam of Colonel Benjamin F. Terry: Inscribed to Gen- 
 eral William J. Kyle: by W. M. Gilleland. Austin, Jan. 4, 
 1862. (Alsb.) 
 
 "The war steed is champing his bit with disdain. 
 And wild is the flash of his eye," — 
 
 In Memoriam, Our Right Reverend Father in God, Leonidas Polk: 
 by Fanny Downing. (Amaranth.) 
 
 "Peace, troubled soul! The strife is done, 
 This life's fierce conflicts and its woes are ended;" — 
 
 In Memory of Ashby: By Iris. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec, '63.) 
 "Weep, women of the Valley — weep, Virginia women, weep. 
 Ho! wEuriors of the Southland, let not your vengeance sleep." — 
 In Memory of Captain James Earwood: By Robin Reid. Clarks- 
 viUe, Ark. (Im.) 
 
 "In a quiet valley in Arkansas 
 
 You may find that lonely grave," — 
 Inscribed to the Memory of Captain Courlland Prentice {Morgan's 
 Cavalry): By Kentucky. Sept. 27, 1862. (S. 0. S.) 
 "O noble spirit! not in vain 
 Thy long three hours of direst pain!" — 
 In the Dark: By Isa Craig, of England. (E. V. M. '69.) 
 "He is down! He is struck in the dark 
 By command of his own;" — 
 In the Fortress by the Sea: A fragment by W. E. Cameron. (C. 
 C.) 
 
 "Silence, Oh mocking sea 
 Hush thy tone, for it angers me;" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 109 
 
 In the Land Where We Were Dreaming: By Daniel B. Lucas, of 
 Jefferson County, Va. (C. C.) 
 
 "Fair were our visions! Ohl they were as grand 
 As ever floated out of Fancy Land:" — 
 In the Soldiers' Grave-Yard: By F. B. Atlanta, Ga., Aug. 21, 
 1864. (W. F.) 
 
 "Shoulder to shoulder there they rest. 
 In lind of battle forever drest," — 
 
 In the Trenches: By F. B. Buzzard's Roost, May 10, 1864. 
 
 (W. F.) 
 
 "The rain is pouring with remorseless drops, 
 The dampened breezes sigh," — 
 Invocation: By Colonel W. S. Hawkins. (Sunny.) 
 "Come, thou sweet friend, and cheer awhile 
 The brooding gloom of prison walls," — 
 
 The Invocation: By B. W. W. (R. R.) 
 
 "God bless the land of flowers 
 And turn its winter hours," — 
 I Remember the Hour When Sadly We Parted: (Companion Song 
 to When This Cruel War Is Over). (Fag.) 
 
 "I remember the hour when sadly we parted. 
 The tears on your pale cheeks gUst'ning like dew," — 
 The Irish Battalion: (R. R.) 
 
 "When old Virginia took the field. 
 And wanted men to rally on" — 
 The Irrepressible Conflict: Sonnet: by Tyrtaeus. (W. G. S. 
 from the Charleston Mercury.) 
 
 "Then welcome be it, if indeed it be 
 The Irrepressible Conflict!" — 
 / Shall Not Die: By a Prisoner in Solitary Confinement at Fort 
 Delaware. (W. L.) 
 
 "I felt the power of intellect, 
 I had the power of conscious strength;" — 
 Is There Nobody Hurt: Air, "Cocachelunk." (R. B. B. 47.) 
 "Hark! the cries of widowed mothers, 
 Coming from the Northern states:" — 
 Is There, Then, No Hope for the Nations? (W. G. S.) From 
 the Charleston Courier.) 
 
 "Is there, then, no hope for the nations? 
 Must the record of time be the same?" — 
 Is This a Time to Dance? (W. G. S.) 
 
 "The breath of evening sweeps the plain 
 
 And sheds its perfume in the dell," — 
 
 It Matters Little Whether Grief or Glee: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.) 
 
 "It matters Uttle whether grief or glee 
 
 Is life's, short portion set apart for me:" — 
 
110 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 The Jacket of Gray— To Those Who Wore It: By Mrs. C. A. Ball 
 
 (E. V. M.) 
 
 "Fold it up carefully, lay it aside. 
 Tenderly touch it, look on it with pride," — 
 
 Jackson: By H. L. Flash, of Galveston, formerly of Mobile. 
 (W. G. S. from the Mobile Advertiser and Register.) 
 "Not midst the lightning of the storm fight 
 Not in the rush upon the vandal foe," — 
 
 Jackson: Somiet: by Mrs. M. J. Preston. (Beechenbrook.) 
 "Thank God for such a hero! Fearless hold 
 His diamond character beneath the sun." — 
 
 Jackson, The Alexandria Martyr: By Wm. H. Holcombe, M. D., 
 of Virginia. S. L. M., Aug., 1861. (W. G. S.) 
 " 'Twas not the private insult galled him most 
 But public outrage of his country's flag," — 
 
 Jackson's Fool-Cavalry: By Hard-Cracker. Camp of the "Used- 
 Ups," Sept. 26, 1862. (C. S. B.) 
 
 "Day after day our way has been^ 
 O'er msuiy a hiU and hollow" — 
 Jackson's Requiem: Air, "Dearest Mae." (Md. Hist. B.) 
 "That noted burglar, Ellsworth, 
 We all remember well," — 
 Jackson's Resignation: By Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke of N. C] 
 (Fag. from the Southern Illustrated News, April, 1863.) 
 "Well, we can whip them now, I guess. 
 If Jackson has resigned," — 
 Jeff Davis in the White House: Air, "Ye Parhaments of England:" 
 by a Lady, Daughter of One of the Old Defenders. (West. 
 Res.) 
 
 "Ye Northern men in Washington, 
 Your administration, too," — 
 Jefferson Davis: By Walker Meriweather Bell. (Amaranth.) 
 "Calm martyr of a noble cause, 
 Upon thy form in. vain," — 
 Jefferson Davis: By MoUie E. Moore. (E. V. M. from the 
 Houston Telegraph.) 
 
 "Mercy for a fallen chief! 
 The angel. Peace, hath stilled the mighty storm;" — 
 Jefferson Davis: By Wm. Munford. Dernier Resort, Mont- 
 gomery Co., Va., Jan. 22, 1866. (E. V. M.) 
 "For spirit ever quick 
 
 With sword or rhetoric," — 
 Jefferson Davis: By A Southern Woman. (E. V. M.) 
 "The cell is lonely and the night 
 
 Has filled it with a darker gloom;" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 111 
 
 John Bell of Tennessee: Air, "Auld Lang Syne." (R. B. B. 13.) 
 "There is a man of noble heart 
 
 In Tennessee does dwell," — 
 
 John Brown's Entrance Into Hell: C. T. A., printer. Baltimore, 
 March, 1863. (R. B. B. 10.) 
 
 "And now 01 John on earth oppressed, 
 You are with us a welcome guest," — 
 
 John Bull Turned Quaker: By M. W. Burwell. (S. L. M. April, 
 '63.) 
 
 "I'm much surprised to hear it, John, 
 I am, upon my Ufe," — 
 
 John Merryman: Air, "Old Dan Tucker." (R. B. B. 64.) 
 "John Merryman, the Marylander 
 
 Would not stoop to Lincoln's pander, — " 
 
 John Morgan's Credentials: (E. V. M.) 
 
 "John Morgan's credentials — 
 The very essentials," — 
 
 John Morgan's Grave: April 6, 1865. (W. L.) 
 "Beneath the sward in old Virginia 
 
 Where the willow sheds its dew," — 
 
 John Pegram: Fell at the head of his Division, Feb. 6, 1865, aged 
 33: by W. Gordon M'Cabe. (E. V. M.) 
 
 "What shall we say now of our gentle knight. 
 Or how express the measure of our woe," — 
 
 John Pelham: By James R. Randall. Kelley's Ford, March 17, 
 1863. (E. V. M.) 
 
 "Just as the spring came laughing through the strife. 
 With aU its gorgeous cheer," — 
 
 Johnny B. Magruder: By a Texian. (Alsb.) 
 
 "Come listen to my lay, of a man who came this way. 
 You may never see a bolder, or a ruder;" — 
 Johnson's Island: By Lieutenant E. A. Holmes of Va. (Sunny.) 
 "Oh, who has not heard of that isle in Lake Erie, 
 So guarded today — so unheeded before," — 
 Joseph Bowers: (Alsb.) 
 
 "My name it is Joe Bowers; I've got a brother Ike, 
 I come from old Missouri; yes, all the way from Pike:" — 
 Joy, My Kentucky!: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 
 "Joy, my Kentucky, thy night turns to morning, 
 Eager thou risest at Liberty's dawning;" — 
 Just Before the Battle, Mother: To "Phoby Stubbs," A. D., 1864. 
 (C. C.) 
 
 "Just before the battle. Mother — 
 
 I was drinking mountain dew" — 
 
112 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Justice Is Our Panoply: By De G. (R. R.) 
 
 "We're free from Yankee despots, 
 We've left the foul mud-sills." — 
 
 Keep Me Awake, Mother: Ballad: words by Mrs. Stratton: mu- 
 sic by Joseph Hart Denck. (R. B. M., 1863.) 
 
 "Forward, oh forward! time stays not his flight. 
 I'm older and sadder and wiser tonight;" — 
 
 Kenluckians, To Arms!: LouisviUe, Ky., 1861. (R. B. B. 52.) 
 "Kentuckians, arise! 
 You have lain too long in a stupor deep;" — 
 
 Kentucky: By Estelle. (R. R.) 
 
 "Then, leave us not, Kentucky boys. 
 Though thick upon thy border," — 
 Kentucky, April, 1861: By Aletheia. (W. L.) 
 
 "It is time for action, not 'for memory and tears,' 
 Then hush this childish wailing and banish craven fears." — 
 Kentucky, My Mother: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 "Kentucky, my mother, 
 
 I lay my heart on thee!" — 
 The Kentucky Partizan: By Paul H. Hayne. Charleston, 
 March 29, 1862. S. L. M., AprU, 1862. (E. V. M.) 
 "Hath the wily Swamp Fox 
 Come again to earth?" — 
 
 Kentucky Required to Yield Her Arms: By Boone. (W. 
 
 G. S. from the Richmond Dispatch.) 
 "Ho! will the despot trifle 
 In dwellings of the free" — 
 Kentucky, She Is Sold: By J. H. Barrick, of Kentucky. (W. 
 G. S.) 
 
 "A tear for 'the dark and bloody ground. 
 For the land of bills and caves"— 
 Kentucky to the Rescue: Air, "I've Something Sweet to Tell 
 You:" by Kentucky. June 7, 1862. (S. 0. S.) 
 "Kentucky to the rescue. 
 
 For we are needed now;" — 
 Kentucky Woman's Song of the Shirt: Air, "The Dumb Wife:" 
 by Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 
 "We work for brave and true 
 'Tis but Uttle we can do," — 
 Kentucky's Motto: On Her Seal: by Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 "United We Stand, Divided We Fall' 
 Rally, Corncrackers! Kentucky doth call" — 
 Killed— Wounded— Missing: (E. V. M. '69.) 
 " 'Tis midnight on the battle-field 
 The dark field of the dead,"— 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 113 
 
 King Cotton: (S. L. M. Editor's Table. April '63.) 
 "Yes, Cotton is Bang, but I oftentimes fear 
 The King he resembles is possibly — Lear" — 
 
 King Cotton: (R. B. B. 52.) 
 
 "Old Cotton is King, boys, ha! hal 
 
 With his locks so massive and white;" — 
 
 King Scare: New Orleans, Oct. 16, 1861: (R. R.) 
 
 "The monarch that reigns in the warlike North 
 Ain't Lincoln at all, I ween,"^ 
 
 Kiss Me Before I Die, Mother: (J. M. S.) 
 
 "Kiss me before I die. Mother, oh press thy lips to mine, 
 And twine thy loved arms around me, e'er Ufe's bright day decline," — 
 
 The Knell Shall Sound Once More: (W. G. S., from the Charles- 
 ton Mercury.) 
 
 "I know that the kneU shall sound once more. 
 And the dirge be sung o'er a bloody grave," — 
 
 Knitting For the Soldiers: By Mary J. Upshur. Norfolk, Va., 
 Oct. 8, 1861. (Fag.) 
 
 "Knitting for the soldiers. 
 How the needles flyl" — 
 
 Lady Caroline's Tea Party: By Hermine. (Bohemian from 
 New Orleans Catholic Standard.) 
 "Long years ago he wooed her — she was shy of being won — 
 Sure upon haughtier maiden ne'er shone the golden sun:" — 
 
 The Lament: By a Missom'ian. (W. L.) 
 
 "Where is the Hag that once floated so proudly? 
 
 Where the bright arms that once rang out so loudly?" — 
 
 Land of King Cotton: Air, "Red, White and Blue:" by J. Aug- 
 ustine Signaigo. This was the favorite song of the Tennessee 
 troops, but especially of the 13th and 154th Regiments. (W. 
 G. S. from the Memphis Appeal, Dec. 18, 1861.) 
 "Oh I Dixie the land of King Cotton, 
 
 The home of the brave and the free," — 
 The Land of Texas: Air, "Dixie:" by M. B. Smith, Company C, 
 2nd Regiment Texas Volunteers. (Alsb.) 
 "Texas is the land for me; 
 On a winter morning the wind blows free;" 
 Land of the South! Air, "Happy Land." (R. B. B. 53.) 
 "Land of the South! 
 Whate'er my fate in Ufe may be," — 
 Land of the South: Air, "Friend of My Soul:" by R. F. Leonard. 
 (R. R. from the Mobile Evening News.) 
 
 "Land of the South! the fairest land 
 Beneath Columbia's sky!" — 
 
114 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Land of Washington: Air, "Annie Laurie." (Cav.) 
 "Virginia's sons Eire valiant, 
 
 Our courage none deny," — 
 
 The Last Martial Button: By a Marylander, a staff office of 
 Stonewall Jackson's Command. (C. C.) 
 
 " 'Tis the last martial button left drooping alone, 
 All its honored companions are cut off and gone" — 
 
 Last Night at Fort Donelson: Inscribed to Colonel Charles John- 
 son, of General Buckner's Staff: by Kentucky. March 8, 
 1862. (S. 0. S.) 
 
 "Night falleth, grieve, on the exhausted men 
 Who've won three battles in four days:" — 
 
 The Last of Earth: A Prison Scene: by Colonel W. S. Hawkins. 
 
 (S. S.) 
 
 "Last night a comrade sent in haste 
 For me to soothe his fearful pain," — 
 
 Last Race of the Rail-Splitter: (R. B. B. 54.) 
 "When Xerxes and when Cyrus led. 
 When Bonaparte and Washington," — 
 
 The Last Request: Lines found on the body of a S. C. Volunteer, 
 killed at the Battle of Drainsville, 20 Dec, '61, and 
 sold by the Federal soldier who rifled the dead body to a 
 Southern sympathiser. (S. B. P.) 
 
 "Oh! carry me back to my own loved Carolina shore; 
 If on the battle field I fall, oh! take me home once more." — 
 La^t Request of Henry C. Magruder: Louisville, Oct. 20, 1865. 
 (E. V. M.) 
 
 "O! wrap me not, when I am dead. 
 In the ghastly winding sheet," — 
 Lays of the Corn Exchange: Niunber 1. (West. Res.) 
 "Secession triumphant! then each Rebel Imp 
 Shall rue it, or I'm not a government pimp." — 
 The Lay of the Disgusted Yankee: On Hearing the News from 
 Vicksburg. Dedicated to General B. F. Butler: by S. P. E. 
 (Mr. Samuel's Scrapbook, Ridgway.) 
 "In these modern days of liberty as by Abe & Co. defined. 
 It's becoming rather dangerous to even have a mind," — 
 Leave It. Ah, No! The Land Is Ours: By Mrs. Mary J. Young. 
 (Alsb.) 
 
 "Leave it, ah no! the land is our own. 
 Though the flag that we loved is now furled!" — 
 Lee: Sonnet: by A. J. Requier. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec, '63. 
 Editor's Table, from the Magnolia Weekly.) 
 
 "First of a race of heroes, whom the Fates — 
 Wielding the wonders of an Iron age," — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 115 
 
 Lee at the Wilderness: By Miss Mollie E. Moore. (Alsb.) 
 'Twas a terrible momentl 
 The blood and the rout I" — 
 
 Lee to the Rear: By John R. Thompson. (E. V. M. from the 
 
 Crescent Monthly.) 
 
 "Dawn of a pleasant morning in May 
 Broke through the Wilderness cool and gray," — 
 
 The Legion of Honor: By H. L. Flash. (W. G. S.) 
 "Why eire we forever speaking. 
 Of the warriors of old," — 
 
 Leonidas Polk, Priest and Warrior: By E. C. McCarthy. (Sun- 
 ny.) 
 
 "We hear a solemn saddening sound — 
 A mournful knell," — 
 
 Let Him Be Free: A. D., 1865. (C. C.) 
 
 "Let him be free — his prison bars 
 Are shadows on our fame" — 
 
 Let Me Kiss Him For His Mother: By J. P. Ordway. (L. & L.) 
 "Let me kiss him for his mother, 
 
 Let me kiss his dear youthful brow," — 
 
 Let the Bugle Blow! By W. Gilmore Simms. (Bohemian.) 
 "Let the bugle blow along the mountains! 
 Shrilly blow! shrilly blow!" — 
 
 Let the Drum's Deep Tones: By G. B. S., Cottage Home. (W. 
 L.) 
 
 "Let the drum's deep tones be muffled 
 Put the bugle far away," — 
 
 Let Us Cross Over the River and Rest Under the Shade of the Trees: 
 By James. (E. V. M.) 
 
 " 'Over the river,' a voice meekly said. 
 
 Whose clarion tones had thousands obeyed," — 
 Letter: (Amaranth from the Maryland Mail Bag, 1863.) 
 "What! clasp your red hands and with brotherly trust 
 
 Give our faith to the cheat you called Union, before?" — 
 Liberty or Death: Same as Southern Song of Liberty. (R. B. B., 
 54): 
 
 "On! on! to thejust and glorious strife 
 
 With your swords your freedom shielding;" — 
 
 Liberty or Death: By Lutha Fontelle. (S. L. M., June, '62.) 
 "Fair Liberty, the peerless high-bom maid 
 Nursed in Olympus sacred, classic shade," — 
 
 The Liberty Tree: (West. Res.) 
 
 "In the clearest of light from the regions of day. 
 The Goddess of Liberty came," — 
 
116 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Life in Prison: Air, "Louisiana Lowlands:" by Captain T. F 
 Roche, C. S. A. Fort Delaware, 1865. (Roche.) 
 "Come listen to my ditty, it will while away a minute, 
 And if I didn't think so I never would begin it," — 
 A Life on the Vicksburg Hills: Air, "A Life on the Ocean Wave." 
 Vicksburg Song. (Alsb.) 
 "A life on the Vicksburg hills, a home in the trenches deep, 
 A dodge from the Yankee shells, and the old pea bread won't keep." — 
 Lilies of the Valley: Inscribed to the friends who sent them: by 
 Rosa Vertner Jeffrey. Rochester, May, 1864. (E. V. M.) 
 "Lady, — ^the fairy blossoms you have culled for me today, 
 Modest, dainty vestal lilies, clustering on the path of May," — 
 Lincoln Going to Canaan: (Hopkins.) 
 
 "At Pensacola Landing the South has made a standing. 
 To resist an invasion they're preparing," — 
 Lincoln On a Raid: Air, "Sitting on a Rail." (R. B. B., 60.) 
 "Come all you fellows that love a joke. 
 And fun at each other love to poke," — 
 Lincoln's Inaugural Address: By A Southern Rights Man. 
 (R. R. from the Baltimore Republican, Baltimore, April 23, 
 1861.) 
 
 "I come at the people's mad-jority call. 
 To open the North's quaternary ball," — 
 Lincoln's Royal Reception: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 "First Caesar came, and bowed the knee to one 
 Who reigns in Washington:" — 
 Lines: (E. V. M.) 
 
 "He lay among the dying, and the battle raged near by. 
 Upon the moist sod lying he was left to bleed emd die," — 
 Lines: By Florence Anderson. (E. V. M.) 
 
 "They fell on the march, while Hope was bright. 
 Before the clouds of Disaster's fright," — 
 Lines: By Cyrille Merle, Columbia, 1863. (E. V. M., '69.) 
 T am the resurrection,' 
 Read the priest in solemn tone," — 
 Lines After Defeat: By Paul H. Hayne. (S. S. from the Char- 
 leston Mercury.) 
 
 "We have suffered defeat, as the bravest may suffer; 
 Shall we leave unavenged our dead comrades' gore?" — 
 The Lines Around Petersburg: By Samuel Davis, of N. C. (W. 
 G. S.) 
 
 "Oh, silence, silence! now when night is near. 
 And I am left alone," — 
 Lines by a Volunteer: (Im.) 
 
 "Do not think that the volunteer selfishly pines 
 At the hardships that fall to his share;" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 117 
 
 Lines, General Otho F.. Strahl: By F. (Amaranth.) 
 "Amid a scene of carnage. 
 
 Where the dead and wounded lay," — 
 
 Lines on Captain Beall: By Colonel Hawkins, C. S. A. (E. V. 
 
 M.) 
 
 "Make not my grave in the valley yet, 
 'Neath the sod of an alien let it be," — 
 
 Lines on the Death of Annie Carter Lee, daughter of General Rob- 
 ert E. Lee, C. S. A. : died at Jones' Springs, Warren County, 
 N. C, October 20, 1862: by TeneUa. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke, 
 of N. C] S. I.. M., Editor's Table, November and Dec- 
 ember, 1862.) (E. V. M.) 
 
 Lines on the Death of Colonel B. F. Terry: By J. R. Barrick. 
 Glasgow, Ky. Dec. 18, 1861. (E. V. M.) 
 "There is a wail 
 As if the voice of sadness long and deep," — 
 
 Lines on the Death of Lieutenant General T. J. Jackson, C. S. A.: 
 (R. B. B. 51.) 
 
 "Cold is his brow, and the dew of the evening 
 
 Hangs damp o'er that form so noble sind brave" — 
 
 Lines On the Death of Lieutenant John B. Bowles: By Florence 
 Anderson. (W. L.) 
 
 "Never again! ah, never again 
 Shall he march proudly o'er the plain," — 
 
 Lines On the Death of Major General E. Van Dorn, C. S. A.: (R. 
 B. B. 113.) 
 
 "The bold and noble Earle van Dorn 
 The good old Southern brave," — 
 
 Lines On the Death of Major H. S. McConnell: (Im.) 
 "In thy young manhood thou art slain, 
 Shot I dead! it must be so;" — 
 
 Lines On the Death of Major Hall S. McConnell: By Mattie 
 Lewis. (Im.) 
 
 "He has fallen, the patriot, brother and son, 
 The pride of his comrades. He who to victory led on," — 
 
 Lines On the Death of Stonewall Jackson: Philadelphia, May, 
 1863. (E. V. M.) 
 
 "The city stirs this morn; 
 From careless or from eager lips there flits," — 
 
 Lines On the Death of the Confederate General Albert Sidney Johns- 
 ton, of Kentucky, who fell at the battle of Shiloh, Miss., 
 Sunday, April 6, 1862. (R. B. B. 51.) 
 "Thou art gone to thy rest 
 
 Thou brave fearless soldier," — 
 
118 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Lines On the Death of W. H. H. Parry, who died at Gloucester 
 Point, Sept. 19, 1861: by Mary. (S. L. M., Editor's Table, 
 Dec, '61.) 
 
 "The cannon may roar but he hears not the sound, 
 For he 'sleeps his last sleep' in the cold damp ground:" — 
 Lines On the Presentation of a Confederate Flag: (W. L.) 
 "Our banner hidden from the hght of day, 
 Where tyrant minions hold a despot sway," — 
 Lines On the Proclamation — Issued by the Tyrant Lincoln, April 
 First, 1863: by a Rebel. (R. B. B. 54.) 
 
 "We have read the tyrant's order, 
 And the signet af the rule," — 
 Lines Sacred to the Memory of Captain Henry C. Gorrell, of Greens- 
 borough, N. C, of the 2nd N. C. Regiment, who fell 
 in an attack which he led against the Federal Batteries in 
 the battle of Fair Oaks, June 14, 1862. May He Rest in 
 Peace: by a Friend of the Cause. (R. B. B. 34.) 
 "They laid him away in the cold damp ground 
 On the banks of a Southern stream." — 
 Lines Suggested By the Death of Dr. Kane: For the Baltimore 
 American. (B. C. L., Ledger 1411.) 
 
 "Forever gone, thou glorious chief, 
 
 Not of embattled hosts the head," — 
 Lines To A Confederate Flag: By F. H. Hotel du Louvre, Nov. 
 21, 1863. (E. V. M. '69.) 
 
 "Dear Flag of my coimtryl all hail to ihy bars! 
 All hail to thine aziu'e field, circled with stars!" — 
 Lines To General N. B. Forrest: By Rosalie Miller, Montgom- 
 ery, Ala., July, 1864. (Amaranth.) 
 
 "Brave Forrest, like a storm-king sweeps 
 O'er the vile invaders' path;" — 
 Lines To Lee: Written at the time of Hooker's invasion: by Mrs. 
 C. A. Warfield, of Kentucky. (E. V. M.) 
 
 "They are pouring down upon you, 
 Gallant Lee," — 
 Lines To the Southern Banner: (R. R.) 
 
 "Dear flag! that wooes the morning air 
 That floats upon the midnight breeze," — 
 Lines To the Tyrant: By Henry C. Alexander. S. L. M., Dec, 
 1861. (Bohemian.) 
 
 "The legion is armed for the battle, 
 
 The charger is hot for the fray," — 
 Lines Written During These Gloomy Times, To Him Who De- 
 spairs: By Professor J. H. Hewitt. Spoken at the Rich- 
 mond "Varieties": by Mr. Ogden, Wednesday night, May 
 7, 1862. (E. V. M.) 
 
 "Though our roofs be on fire, though our rivers run blood. 
 Though their flag's on the hill, on the plain, on the flood," — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 119 
 
 Lines Written in Fort Warren: By a Captive. S. L. M. Editor's, 
 Table, Jan., 1862. (R. R.) 
 
 "See ye not that the day is breaking, 
 Freemen from their slumbers waking," — 
 
 Lines Written in Fort Warren: By G. W. B. Fort Warren, Sept. 
 3, 1862. (E. V. M.) 
 
 "Wild flowers gathered from the hills 
 Sunht clouds on evening sky" — 
 
 Lines Written July i5, 1865, the day the Confederate soldiers in 
 N. C. were ordered to take off their uniforms: by A. L. D. 
 Raleigh, N. C. (E. V. M.) 
 
 "Let others sing of conquerors great. 
 Far famed in minstrel story," — 
 
 Lines Written on Receiving Some Pressed Leaves and Flowers From 
 Home: By Jay W. Bee, P. A. C. S. Johnson's Island, Ohio, 
 Oct., '64. (W. L.) 
 
 "Bright leaves and flowers from Vernon's bowers. 
 Ye call to mind home memories sweet," — 
 
 Listening: By Lieutenant E. C. McCarthy: (Sunny.) 
 "Under the evening shadows. 
 Ere the long day was done," — 
 A Litany for 1861: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 
 "O God, oin- God, in this our hour of dark 
 And bitter dread, we flee to Thee." — 
 Little Footsteps: By Mary J. Upshur of Norfolk, Va. (E. V. M.) 
 "I sit in the summer moonlight, 
 
 And watched the flecked floor," — 
 Little Giffen: By Francis 0. Ticknor. (C. S. B.) 
 "Out of the focal and foremost fibre, 
 Out of the hospital walls as dire," — 
 Little Sogers: (R. B. B. 56.) 
 
 "What's the matter, httle sogers, 
 Why run up smd down the land," — 
 The Little White Glove: By Paul H. Hayne of S. C. (Amaranth 
 from the Southern Illustrated News.) 
 
 "The early Springtime faintly flushed the earth. 
 And in the woods, and by their favorite stream," — 
 Living and Dying: By Major George McKnight ("Asa Hartz"). 
 (Sunny.) 
 
 "I would not die on the battle field, 
 Where the missiles are flying wild;" — 
 The London Times Courier: A Ballad, not by Campbell: by P. 
 H. D. (P. & P. B. from the New Orleans Picayune.) 
 "A horseman from Manassas bound 
 Cries, 'Soldie-, noble soldier' " — 
 
120 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 The Lonely Grave: By Mrs. C. A. Ball. Charleston, June 7. 
 (E. V. M.) 
 
 "In a sheltered nook on Potomac's shore, 
 Where the earth is crimsoned with Southern gore," — 
 
 The Lone Sentry: By James R. Randall. (S. S.) 
 " 'Twas as the dying of the day. 
 The darkness grew so still;" — 
 
 Lone Star Banner of the Free: Air, "Rule Britannia:" by Major 
 E. W. Cave. (Alsb.) 
 
 "When first from out a sky of gloom. 
 The Lone Star Ut a nation's way," — 
 
 The Lone Star Camp Song: As sung by Joe Cook, the American 
 Comedian. PubKshed in Baltimore, 19 April, 1861. (R. 
 B. B. 59.) 
 
 "Our rifles are ready, and ready are we. 
 Neither fear, care, nor sorrow in this Company," — 
 
 The Lone Star Flag: On the Secession of Texas: by H. L. Flash. 
 (Bohemian.) 
 
 "Up with the Lone Star banner I 
 Its hues are still as bright," — 
 
 Lone Texas Star: Air, "American Star:" by M. B. Smith. 
 (Alsb.) 
 
 "Come, all ye brave TexiansI your country is calling, 
 Come, take up your arms, and let's hasten away!" — 
 
 Louisiana: (E. V. M.) 
 
 "Ho! Louisiana 
 
 There is no clime like thine," — 
 
 Louisiana: A Patriotic Ode. (R. B. B. 59.) 
 "Louisiana! dear Pelican mother, arise 
 Seize the lightnings that 'lumine the vault of the skies," — 
 
 Loved and Lost: By Colonel B. H. Jones. (Sunny.) 
 "I have a rose — a faded rose. 
 
 Sweeter than many a fairer flower;" — 
 
 Love Letter: By Major L. G. Levy. (Sunny.) 
 "I promised once to write thee, and I write: 
 
 What can I tell thee, dear, thou dost not know?" — 
 Major-General S. B. Buckner's Chivalry: An Imagination: Air, 
 "AUen Percy." By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 
 "A Southern woman bowed in weeping, stood. 
 Amid a crowd, unfeeling, selfish, rude," — 
 Manassas: By A Rebel, Hanover Co., Va., July 30, 1861. (R. 
 R.) 
 
 "Upon our country's border lay 
 Holding the ruthless foe at bay," — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 121 
 
 Manassas: By Mrs. C. A. Warfield, July 1861. (E. V. M.) 
 "They have met at last, as storm clouds 
 Meet in heaven," — 
 
 Manassas Races: Popular Newspaper Version. (W. L.) 
 "The mighty army of the North is whipped. And its remains 
 Are scattered in confusion o'er Virginia's sandy plains," — 
 
 Manassas, 21 July, i86i: By Mrs. Mary S. Whitaker. (S. L. 
 M. August, 1861, from the Richmond Despatch, August 12, 
 1861.) 
 
 "Brightly gleamed the dazzhng summer sky, 
 Wide waved the forests vast and green," — 
 
 Mansfield Run: (Alsb.) 
 
 "Come, good folks, and listen to a ditty 
 Of the year sixty-four:" — 
 
 The March: By John W. Overall. (R. R.) 
 "Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp! 
 Go the Southern braves to battle," — 
 
 The March of the Maryland Men: (R. B. B.) 
 
 "There's many a son of old Maryland's soil 
 In the South who have rushed to the field:" — 
 
 March of the Southern Men: Air, To an old Scotch Air: printed 
 by Geo. Dunn & Co., Richmond, Va. (R. B. M. 1863.) 
 "There are vaany brave men in this Southern land 
 Who have hurried away to the field," — 
 
 The March of the Spoiler: (Amaranth.) 
 
 "One by one the leaves are shaken 
 From the tree" — 
 
 March on! Carolinians, March on! By Mrs. Farley, Louisville, 
 Nov. 20, 1861. (E. V. M.) 
 
 "March on, Carolinians; our hearts leap so high 
 
 When the young and devoted so martyr-Uke die;" — 
 
 Marching to Death: By J. Herbert Sass, South Carolina, 1862. 
 (W. G. S.) 
 
 "The last farewells are breathed by loving lips. 
 The last fond prayer for deu'hng ones is said," — 
 The Marseilles Hymn — Translated and Adapted as an Ode: By 
 E. F. Porter of Alabama. (R. R. from the Nashville Ga- 
 zette.) 
 
 "Sons of the South, arise! awake! be free! 
 Behold! the day of Southern glory comes," — 
 The Martyr of Alexandria: By James W. Simms, Indianola, 
 Texas. (Bohemian, from the New Orleans Crescent.) 
 "Revealed as in a lightning flash, 
 A hero stood!" — • 
 
122 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Martyrs of Texas: ■ Air, "He's Gone from the Mountain." By 
 Col. H. Washington. (Alsb.) 
 
 "They've gone from the prairies; its groves and wild flowers, 
 They've gone from the forest — its wild tangled bowers;" — 
 
 The Martyrs of the South: By A. B. Meek, Alabama. (Smmy.) 
 "Oh, weep not for the gallant hearts 
 Who fell in battle's day;" 
 
 Maryland! (B. C. L. Ledger 1411.) 
 
 "Maryland, Maryland! 
 Stainless in story" — 
 
 Maryland: By Rev. John C. McCabe, D.D. (Late of Md., Chap- 
 lain C. S. A.) November, 1861. (S. L. M.) 
 "Up, men of Maryland nor sleep. 
 While foemen bind your limbs in chains," — 
 Maryland: A Fragment: (R. B. B. 73.) 
 "Refreshed in wonted might 
 By the passing hours of night," — 
 Maryland In Chains: By Mrs. 0. K. Whitaker, South Carolina. 
 (R. B. B. 73 from the Richmond Examiner, May 14, 1861.) 
 "Oh vain is the splendor of blue-curtained skies, 
 The pomp of tall forests that round one arise:" — ■ 
 Maryland in Fetters! (R. B. B. 82.) 
 
 "How beautiful in tears! 
 Dear noble state:" — ■ 
 The Maryland Line: By J. D. McCabe, Jr. (W. G. S.) 
 "By old Potomac's rushing tide. 
 
 Our bayonets are gleaming," — 
 Maryland, Lost Maryland: (S. L. M., January, '63, Ed.'s Table 
 from the Raleigh Standard.) 
 
 "The despot's heel thou dost adore, 
 Maryland, fie! Maryland," — 
 The Maryland Martyrs: (R. B. B. 79.) 
 
 "They bore them to a gloomy cell. 
 And barred them from the hght," — 
 Maryland, Our Mother: Written at the Request of Many Exiled 
 Marylanders: By Rev. John Collins M'Cabe, D.D. Rich- 
 mond, Va., November 24, .1861. (S. L. M., Dec. 1861.) 
 "O Maryland, dear Maryland! our hearts still turn to thee! 
 
 We often, weeping, ask and say 'when, when wilt thou be freeP' " — 
 Maryland, My Home: By Louis Bonsai. (R. B. B.) 
 "Sweet Maryland, thy groves are green, 
 And sparkling as thy rills," — 
 Maryland, My Home: (R. R. B.) 
 
 "Come listen while I sing to you. 
 Of Maryland, my Maryland," — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 123 
 
 Maryland: Zouaves' Own: Respectfully dedicated to the 1st 
 regiment Maryland Zouaves by their friend G. W. Alex- 
 ander, Adjutant of the regiment. (R. B. B.) 
 
 "We are boimd all hands for the land of cotton, 
 Old seventy-six is not forgotten," — 
 
 The Marylander at Manassas: A Fact: By N. G. R. [Dr. N. G. 
 Ridgely.] Baltimore, December 16, 1861. (R. B. B. 64.) 
 "Dusty and weary I laid me down 
 To take my rest on the blood-wet ground" — 
 
 The Marylander's Good-Bye: Air, "The White Rose:" by B. 
 (R. B. B.) 
 
 "Adieu! Adieu! dear Maryland, 
 I arm at freedom's call" — 
 
 Maryland's Appeal: Air, "The Harp That Once Through Tara's 
 HaUs." (R. B. B. 84.) 
 
 "Oh Maryland, enslaved, opprest. 
 Insulted in thy woes," — 
 
 Maryland's Lament for Jackson: By Baltimore, June, 1863. 
 (R. B. B.) 
 
 "Gone from us — gone from us, 
 Hero and friend;" — 
 
 The Massachusetts Regiments: A Prose, not a prize poem, dedi- 
 cated (without permission) to the "Mutual Admiration 
 Society" of the Modern Athens, of which the Atlantic Monthly 
 is at once the trumpet and organ. By Oats, of Virginia. 
 (S. L. M., June 1861.) 
 
 "Here they come! Here they come, to the roll of the drum. 
 Zigzag tagrag, bobtail, hobnail, all in martial array," — 
 Maxcy Gregg: By C: G. P. (E. V. M., '69.) 
 
 "Long have I lingered by the lovely mount. 
 Where our great hero lies," — 
 Major Brown: Air, "Rosseau's Dream." (R. B. B. 68.) 
 "Gather round all friends and neighbors. 
 Citizens of this good town," — 
 McClellan's Soliloquy: By a Daughter of Georgia. (P. & P. B. 
 from the Charleston Mercury.) 
 
 "Advance or not advance, that is the question 
 Whether 'tis better in the mind to suffer," — 
 Melt the Bells: By F. V. Rocket, in the Memphis Appeal. (W. 
 G. S.) 
 
 "Melt the bells, melt the bells. 
 
 Still the tinkling on the plains," — 
 The Men: By Maurice Bell. (W. G. S.) 
 "In the dusk of the forest shade, 
 A sallow and dusty group reclined," — 
 
124 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Men in Lace and Braid: By An Old Maid. (C. C.) 
 "Standing on the comer 
 Decked in braid and lace," — 
 
 Men of the South! By G. B. J. (S. L. M., May, 1861.) 
 "Awake ye, awake. Freedom's bandl 
 See ye not the flaming brand," — 
 
 The Merrimac: By Paul H. Hayne. (Bohemian from the Char- 
 leston Courier.) 
 
 "We Kstened 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 WilHam 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 freintic cry," — 
 Missouri, Or A Voice from the South: By Hanj Macarthy. 
 (Alsb.) 
 
 "Missoiui, Missouri I bright land of the West, 
 Where the way-worn emigrant always found rest;" — 
 A Modern Knight-Errant: By Kentucky, September, 1861. (S. 
 0. S.) 
 
 "This morn a little blackamoor 
 Brought me a funny thing, she said;" — 
 Monody on Jackson: By The Exile. (S. S.) 
 "Ay, tolll toll! toll! 
 Toll the funeral beUl"— 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 125 
 
 Monody on Major W. L. Thornton: By Col. C. G. Forsbev. 
 
 (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. 0. S.) 
 
 "If brave Southron meet our Morgan 
 Coining through Kentuck," — 
 Morgan's War Song: (Alsb.) 
 
 "Cheer, boys, cheer 1 we'll march away to battle. 
 
 Cheer, boys, cheer! for our sweethearts and our wives," — 
 Morgan's War Song: By General B. W. Duke, C. S. A. Knox- 
 ville, 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 Aug- 
 ust, 1862. (S. S. B.) 
 
 "Little Be-Pope 
 He lost his hope," — 
 The Mother of the Soldier Boy: (Lee.) 
 
 "Why daOy 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 fiU," — 
 
126 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 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 prayl" — 
 
 A Mother's Prayer: By Mrs. Margaret Piggott. Baltimore, 
 Friday Night, AprU 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 hes 
 Bewailed in bitter sighs," — 
 Munson's Hill: Air, "Call me Pet Names." (B. B. B., 88.) 
 "Oh call us hard names, caU us mere tools 
 
 In the hands of the North, to be made such fools," — 
 Music in Camp: By John B. 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 Bouge, November 7, 1861. 
 (B. B.) 
 
 "Lo! in my dream I saw the dove 
 Just hovering o'er the troubled sea," — 
 My Father: By Brig. General Henry B. 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, "Bosseau's Dream." (B. 
 B. B.) 
 
 "Oh my Grod! what vengeful madness. 
 Brother against brother rise:" — 
 My Little Volunteer: By Joe Brentwood. (Im.) 
 
 "Say, have you seen my Harry, my UtUe volunteer? 
 As fine a lad as ever lived upon the Tennessee:" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 127 
 
 My Love: By F. B. Dalton, May 6, 1864. (W. F.) 
 "My love is the fairest, 
 The sweetest, the dearest," 
 
 My Maryland: By James B. BandaU. 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. 0. 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: (Bandolph.) 
 
 "Land of the South! imperial land! 
 How proud thy mountain's rise:" — 
 
 My Noble Warrior, Come! Air, "The Bock 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 EUen A. Moriarty, (Bohemian.) 
 "O, let me weep! who would not weep? 
 He was my only boy;" — 
 
 My Order: By W. Gordon McCabe: Bichmond, Va. First pub- 
 lished 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" — 
 
128 The Southern War Poetry of the CM War 
 
 My Soldier Boy: By W. D. Porter, Charleston, South Carolina. 
 (Amaranth.) 
 
 "The winter night is dark eind chill, 
 The winter rains the trenches fiU;" — 
 
 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 Jack- 
 son. 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 Plight;" — 
 
 Navasota Volunteers: Air, "Susannah, don't you cry." By Wil- 
 liam 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 CKfiFord. (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 1" — 
 The New Fashion: Air, "Rory O'Moore." By Kentucky. (S. 
 0. S.) 
 
 "Make way there! Look outi A hare-brained hero comes, 
 Your loudest bugles sound! and beat, oh, beat your drums!" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 129 
 
 A New Red, White and Blue: Written for a Ladv: bv Jeff. Thomp- 
 son. (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 sirisen; 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. 0. 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 coining. 
 With their ghttering rows of steel," — 
 Nil Desperandum: By Mrs. C. A. Warfield. (E. V. M., '69.) 
 "Yield! never 1 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: PubUshed 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 MiUie 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 
 LuoUa. [Mrs. Loula W. Rogers of Ga.] Raleigh, 1861. 
 (R. R.) 
 
 "Ye sons of Carolina 1 awake from your dreaming. 
 The minions of Lincoln upon us are streaming!" — 
 
130 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 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. 0. S.) 
 "Throb, my heart, throb! for thy dear coimtry 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 Charles- 
 ton 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 re- 
 tained by Kentucky. (S. 0. 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 hne," — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 131 
 
 Oh! Hasten Back, My Soldier Boy! By J. P. H. Charlottes- 
 ville, 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). 
 "Jeif Davis are you coming? We'll be glad to see you here! 
 We'll give you hesu-ty greeting! you'll be welcome everywhere:" — 
 
 Oh! No, hell Not Need Them Again: To Rev. A. J. Ryan, of 
 Knoxville, Tennessee. (E. V. M.) 
 
 "Ohl no, he'U not need them again 
 No more will he wake to behold" — 
 
 Old Abe Lincoln: (R. B. B. 58.) 
 
 "My n£une it is Abe Lincoln 
 I lead a wretched life" — 
 Old Abe's Lament: Air, "The Campbell's are Coming." (R. 
 B. B. 57.) 
 
 "Jeff Davis is coming oh! dear! oh! dear! 
 Jefif 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 lst-7th-llth and 17th: by Maurice 
 D'BeU. (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 sufiBcient cause;" — 
 Old John Brown: A Song for Every Southern Man: (Wash'n, 
 unclassified Mss.) 
 
 "Now all you Southern people, just hsten to my song. 
 
 It's about the Harper's Ferry tiff air, 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, 
 Grone from missus, home, and me" — 
 
132 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 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. 0. S.) 
 "Who comes with tottering step and slow, 
 Bowed not so much by years, as woe," — 
 
 The Old Rifleman: By Frank 0. 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 tsike 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 aD ye temper'd hetu-ts 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. 
 "Esperancel 
 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. 0. 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 
 Carohnian: (W. G. S.) 
 
 "Oh! terrible, this prayer in the market place, 
 These advertised humihties, decreed" — 
 
 On! Southern, On! By W. B. L. (R. R.) 
 "On! Southron, on! 
 
 Your flag's unfurled" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 133 
 
 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 breath 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, 
 
 Gro 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 battlel though the foe be before you. 
 Though the death-hail rattle! — God watches o'er you;" — 
 One Cause of the War: By Kentucky. (S. 0. 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" — 
 
134 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 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!" — 
 
 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:" — 
 
 0! I'm a Good Old Rebel: BespectfuUy dedicated to Thad. 
 Stevens, 1862. Sung by Harry AUen, Washington Artillery, 
 New Orleans, La. (C. C.) 
 
 "0! I'm a good old Rebel 
 
 Now that's just what I eim" — 
 
 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:" — 
 
 Lovely Dixie's Land: By M. J., Baltimore, April, 1861. (R. B. 
 B. 90.) 
 
 "O! lovely Dixie's Land, 
 
 Where fruits and flowers grow;" — 
 
 0, Sweet South: By W. Gilmore Simms. (S. L. M., January, 
 1861. (R. R.) 
 
 "0 the Sweet South! the sunny South! 
 
 Land of true feeling, land forever mine! 
 
 0, Temporal 0, 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 aU 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. Hamil- 
 ton Washington. (Alsb.) 
 
 "Our boys are gone 'tifl the war is o'er. 
 In the ranks of death you'll find them," — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 135 
 
 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. War- 
 field.] 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., Charles- 
 ton, 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 Gtod'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. War- 
 field]. Beechmore, Kentucky, June i, 1866. (E. V. M.) 
 "Yes, we have failed! That iron word 
 Drove never home its bolt of fate," — 
 
136 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 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 Ught," — 
 
 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 thin 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 heeul, are lost forevermore," — 
 
 Our Left: By Francis 0. 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 aU Ues 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 Be- 
 fore Me:" by Augusta Foster. Foster's Settlement, Ala- 
 bama, January 22, 1862. (S. L. M., Ed. Table, Jan. '62.) 
 "We are a btmd 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 wUl not wander to the gloomy years, 
 
 Through whose dark scenes we have so lately passed" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 137 
 
 Our President: By Fanny Downing. C. S. A., '64. (E. V. M., 
 '69.) 
 
 "A people spring to being, in whose liounds, 
 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 Eire fierce stem meetings. 
 No kindly clasp of hand, no welcome call;" — 
 
 Over the River: By Jane T. H. Cross. (W. G. S. from the Nash- 
 ville 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. Games. (Alsb.) 
 "Over the river. 
 Our country is massing her band" — 
 
 The Paean of the Coffinless Dead: Douglas, Arkansas, March 6, 
 1864. (G. G.) 
 
 "The paean I sing of the coflSnIess dead — 
 The heroes who wore the gray" — 
 
 Pardon and Peace: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.) 
 
 "Pardon and peacel what music in those words. 
 Meet for the angel's song!" — 
 
138 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Patience, Patience, My Spirit! By Kentucky. Oct. 20, 1862. 
 (S. 0. 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. 0. 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. 0. 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 windl 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" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 139 
 
 A Pledge to Lee: Written for a Kentucky Company: By Mrs. C. 
 A. Warfield, of Kentucky. (E. V. M.) 
 "We pledge thee, Lee I 
 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? 
 TyrEmts love just such as ye!" — 
 
 Polk: By H. L. Flash. (E. V. M.) 
 
 "A flash from the edge of a hostile trench, 
 A puflF of smoke, a roar" — 
 
 The Poor Soldier: A popular camp song of the sixty-second Ala- 
 bama 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 Johhnie 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 girUsh 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; pubhshed 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 hft one hearts to thee! 
 
 Our streaming eyes lift daily toward thy Throne" — 
 
140 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 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 HUck'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. 0. 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 fiUed 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:" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 141 
 
 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 firecely breaking 
 With sullen roU and snowy crest," — 
 
 The Prisoner's Dream: By Col. B. H. Jones, Johnson's Island, 
 November, 1864. (Sunny.) 
 
 "I dreamed 'twEis 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. 0. Booker of Tennessee, while both were pris- 
 oners of war on Johnson's Island. (Hubner.) 
 "My home is on a sea girt isle, 
 Feu' 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 coUar 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 Bifleman: 1861. (B. 
 N S. from the Spartansburg Express.) 
 
 "Our beumer 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.) 
 
 "Lol the Southland Queen, emerginr 
 From her sad and wintry gloom," 
 
142 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 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. (B. B. B. 4.) 
 
 "Come gentle muse, give me your aid. 
 Keen make my pen as Ashby's blade! 
 
 QuantreWs 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 Bobert Lamp, 51st Georgia 
 Vols. (B. 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: (B. 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 TaUey. 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 Begi- 
 
 ment. (Alsb.) 
 
 "Come fathers, sons and brothersl it is your country's calll 
 If you've the heart and courage to face a cannon ball!" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 143 
 
 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 liires 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" — 
 
 Rackn-Linden: By Col. B. H. Jones, Prisoner of War, ohnson'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 begim," — 
 
 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 CoUins McCabe, D.D. Rich- 
 mond, 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," — 
 
 Ref)el 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 Gkl. (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," — 
 
144 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 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 cUme," — 
 
 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 peassmt's hut 
 There came a doleful wail," — 
 
 The Recruiting Sergeant: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 "I am a Southern Recruiting Sergeant, oho! 
 The way that the ranks can be fiUed up I know" — 
 
 Redeemed! By a Prisoner in soUtary 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 whippoorwiU" — 
 
 Reddato Ghdium! 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 Ramahl" — 
 
 High sounds are in the galel" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 145 
 
 Re-Enlist: By Mrs. Margarita J. Canedo. (S. B. P.) 
 "What! shaU 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 tortile, when" — 
 
 Requiem for i861: 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. (B. B. B., 11.) 
 
 "Way down in Virginia, 
 That glorious old State," — 
 
 Retreat of the 60,000 Lincoln Troops: July 15, 1861. (B. 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 WiUiam 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. 0. 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 Boad 
 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, Ken- 
 tucky, 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;" — 
 
146 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Riding a Raid: Air, "Bonny Dundee." (E. V. M.) 
 
 " 'Tis old Stonewall the Rebel that leans on his sword, 
 And while we are motinting 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. 0. S.) 
 
 "I think a voice divine hath stinred 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 Manasses Junction: (P. P. B.) 
 "Yankee Doodle went to weu 
 On his little pony" — 
 
 Run Yanks, or Die! Air, "Root Hog, or Die." By T. W. 
 Crowson. (Alsb.) 
 
 "Now if you £dl 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. North- 
 rup]. (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 Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 147 
 
 The Santa Fe Volunteer: Air, "Mary's Dream." (Alsb.) 
 "0 when I went away from you, it fill'ed my heart with grief and woe; 
 You gave to me the parting hemd, wishing me safe in yonder land:" — 
 
 The Saucy Little Turtle: Air, "Coining 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 Sara'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," — 
 
148 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 The Sentiners 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 Sentiners 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.) 
 
 "SUence, deep, profound, mysterious. 
 Gains her way with subtle power," — 
 
 The Serenade of the 300,000 Federal Ghosts: Respectfully dedi- 
 cated 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. Gihnore 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" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 149 
 
 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. 0. 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 heJf 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," — 
 
150 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 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, 1 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 appoLut- 
 ment 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 Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 151 
 
 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 stiU of thee," — 
 
 Soldier's Farewell: Air, ' Bosin 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. CampbeU, Green- 
 ville, 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 groimd 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 Ufe;" — 
 
 The Soldier's Last Combat: By Mrs. Ehzabeth E. Harper, Oc- 
 tober, 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 I the mail! 
 And sun-burned cheeks and eager eyes" — 
 
152 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 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 re- 
 moval of Gen. Sickles. (Mr. Samuel's Scrapbook, Bidgway) 
 "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.) 
 "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 Savaimah, 
 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;" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 153 
 
 Song, BulFs 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 I 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 shilhng 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 (186i): By John A. Wagener of South Carolina. 
 (W. G. S.) 
 
 "Spring has come! Spring has cornel 
 
 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 Ccunp McCullough, O — 
 When cups were filled with good old Rye in happy days of yore;" — 
 
 Song of the C. R.'s of M.: Air, "ViUikins 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," — 
 
154 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 The Song of the Exile: Air, "Dixie." By B, Martinsburg, Vir- 
 ginia, December 10, 1861. (C. S. B.) 
 
 "0 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 I" — 
 
 Song of the First Virginia Cavalry: (Amaranth from the South- 
 ern 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." De- 
 cember 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, Vir- 
 ginia. (C. S. B.) 
 
 "Halt! the march is over 
 
 Day is almost done" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 155 
 
 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 Dray- 
 man." 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 JuUa 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 Peters- 
 burg, 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," — 
 
156 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 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 I" — 
 
 Sonnet to Mrs. Isabella Quinnell: By F. B., Globe Hospital, Rich- 
 mond, 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 airl 
 A nation's Liberty! a Nation's Peace," — 
 
 Sonnet Written in i86U: (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 Rich- 
 mond 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 hiU and dale. 
 From mountain top and lowly vale," — 
 
 Sons of the South, Arise! By W. G. Simms. (S. L. M., Febru- 
 ary 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 Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 157 
 
 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 JuUan A. Selby, Columbia, South Carolina, 
 (R. R. and R. B. M., 1863.) 
 
 "The bright rose of beauty, unnurtur'd by art. 
 And purity's Uly 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 mel the stmny chme. 
 
 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 stem 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 I the die is cast; 
 The glorious Rubicon is passed" — 
 
158 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 South Carolina: By Gossipium. (W. G. S. from the Char- 
 leston Mercury.) 
 
 "My brave old Country I 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 Caroliniansl 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 seal" — 
 
 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, Octo- 
 ber, 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 twihght, 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 aH thy breadth and length!" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 159 
 
 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., Sep- 
 tember and October, 1862.) (R. R.) 
 "In the name of Godl 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 dsirkness, 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-bom," — - 
 
 A Southern Gathering Song: Air, "Hail Columbia." By L. Vir 
 ginia 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 giri, 
 I'm wesiry of the name;" — 
 
 A Southern Girl's Song: Air, "Come away, love." By Ken- 
 tucky. (S. 0. 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 Char- 
 leston Courier.) 
 
 "We dwell where skies are bright sibove us. 
 Cheered by snules 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," — 
 
160 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 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. 0. 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 Spart- 
 ansburg 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 Uke 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;" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 161 
 
 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 SaUie Partington in 
 the "Virginia CavaUer" at the Richmond New Theatre. Air, 
 "The Boy with the Auburn Hair." By Capt. C. W. Alex- 
 ander, R. A. C. and A. P. M. (R. B. M., 1863.) 
 
 "Bob Roebuck is my sweetheEirt'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. An-, "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 Virgmia Girl's Address to her 
 
 Maryland Lover. By 0. 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-bom nation I hail! 
 
 Shout till our plaudits reach the sky," — 
 
162 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 The Southern Wagon in Kentucky: Air, "Wait for the Wagon." 
 By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 "Some Southern wit, deriding, said they must take up behind, 
 The old Comcracker State, because at first she was too blind" — 
 
 Southern War Cry: Air, "Scots Wha Hae." (R. R. from the 
 New Orleans Picayune.) 
 
 "Countrymen of Washingtonl 
 Countrymen of Jefferson!" — 
 
 Southern War Song: Air, "Scots Wha Hae." By Baltimore. 
 (Md. Hist. B.) 
 
 "Southrons, lo! thy tyrtmt'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 himted down;" — 
 
 Southern Woman's Song: (R. R. from the New Orleans Pic- 
 ayune.) 
 
 "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," — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 163 
 
 Southland: The Prize Song. Awarded prize in prize song con- 
 test 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 Or- 
 leans, Louisiana. (R. R.) 
 
 "You go, my son, to the battle field — 
 To repel the invading foe;"^ 
 
 Southrons 0! (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, wouldst thou tamely stand? 
 Say, wouldst thou see" — 
 
 Spare Us, Good Lord! Written while was playing "Lurlei." 
 
 By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 
 "By thy sad Passion, hear us. 
 Send Uving 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," — 
 
164 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 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., Rich- 
 mond, 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 Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 165 
 
 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 
 Bonsai. (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., PubUshers. (R. B. M., 1864.) 
 
 "The Star Spangled Cross Eind 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! Eiiry 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 "StonewaU" 
 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 Jackon: Air, The "Coronack." (Fag.) 
 
 "Unmoved in the battle. 
 Whilst friends and foes swerved," — 
 
166 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 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 
 VaUey. The following appeared originally in the Montreal 
 Advertiser." (S. L. M., Ed. Table. September and Oc- 
 tober, '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.) 
 "OhI 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;" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 167 
 
 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 highl 
 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 poetent 'mountain dew,' 
 By the camp-fire's ruddy Ught" — 
 
 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. 0. 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;" — 
 
168 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 A Sunday Reverie: By James R. Randall. (E. V. M.) 
 "Beyond my dingy window-pane, 
 This beaming Sunday mom," — 
 
 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 Ander- 
 son, Kentucky. (Amaranth.) 
 
 "Have we wept till our eyes were dim with tears, 
 Have we home the sorrows of fom- long years," — 
 
 Sweethearts and the War: (R. R.) 
 
 "Oh, dearl 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 bluel" — 
 
 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 I once beloved 
 So tenderly by me;" — 
 
 The Tennessee Exile's Song: By P. V. P. (S. S.) 
 "I heM 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" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 169 
 
 Terry's Texas Rangers: Air, "When the Swallows Homeward 
 Fly." ByEsteUe. (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! Aii, "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 hoUow 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 Texitin tent" — 
 
 The Teicas 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" — 
 
170 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Texian Appeal: Air, "Bonnie Blue Flag." By Col. Washing- 
 ton 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, "Scotts 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 OrlcEuis. (Alsb.) 
 "The shades of night were faUing fast, tra-la-la-tra-la-la. 
 The bugler blew that weU known blast, tra-la-la-tra-la-la," — 
 
 Them Saucy Marked Batteries: Air, "Bobin 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 teU 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 begim to arm" — 
 
 There's Life in the Old Land Yet: By J. B. Baltimore, March 
 25, 1862. (R. B. B., 77^-) 
 
 "There's life in the land that gave Carroll his birth. 
 Its presence is felt throughout the wise earth" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 171 
 
 There's Life in the Old Land Yet: By Frank Key Howard. (S. S.) 
 "Through the soU 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 0. Eaton.) (C. S. B. from the New 
 Orleans Delta, September 1, 1861.) 
 
 "By blue Patapsco's billowy dash 
 
 The tyrant's war-shout conies," — 
 
 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. Bmxoughs, 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. 0. 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 hes hushed in sleep" — 
 
 Thou Art Dead, My Mother! By Gen. M. Jefferson Thompson. 
 (Sunny.) 
 
 "I've stood 'mid mtmy 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," — 
 
172 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 'Tis Midnight in the Southern Sky: By Mrs. M. J. Young. 
 (Alsb.) 
 
 " 'Tis midnight in the Southern sky — 
 See the stary cross decUnel" — 
 
 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 herl 
 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, AprO, '63.) 
 
 "Oh, JonathanI you little thought, when all yoLU 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. 0. 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. 0. S.) 
 
 "Rouse thee my sad hero! rouse thee now to the fray I 
 In the Yankee ranks scatter wild fear and dismay" — 
 
Tlu Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 173 
 
 To General Winfield Scott: By William H. Holcombe, Water- 
 proof, Louisiana, August, 1861. (S. L. M., Sept. '61.) 
 "Old Manl 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 Robin- 
 son, of California. (Alsb.) 
 
 "We'U stop the flow of festive mirth — 
 From social joys a moment borrow" — 
 
 To Kentuckians: On the Dispersion of the Convention at Frank- 
 fort, by Col. Gilbert. (W. L.) 
 
 "If in your 'ashes Uve 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 Pukky: Who with her husband, followed 
 General Kossuth in his Exile. By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 "I'm gazing on the pleasant face. 
 And thinking of the time," — 
 
 To Maryland— Friends are Nigh: By William Gibnore 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;" — 
 
174 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 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: (Rtuidolph.) 
 
 "Old honest Abe, you are a babe, 
 In military glory;" — 
 
 To Mr. Vallandigham: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 "0 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. Brunei 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," — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 175 
 
 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 Mephisopheles 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 yom- 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 hirehngs 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. Cunningheun. (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. Cavaky. By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 "Put them in a convict's ceUI 
 
 That's the worst that you can do!" — 
 
 To the Ladies of Baltimore: By Mrs. Bettie C. Locke. Shenan- 
 doah VaUey, 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!" — 
 
176 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 To the Ladies of Virginia: By Col. W. W. Fontaine. (Sunny.) 
 
 "Mothers, wives and maidens fairl 
 Moiirnful, with disheveled hair," — 
 
 To the Maryland Sons of Revolutionary Sires! Dedicated to Miss 
 M. H. Air, "Auld Land 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 buring 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 Rich- 
 mond, July 1, 1862. By their friend and Pastor, Rev. L W. 
 K. Handy, D. D. (S. L. M., Ed. Table, March, '63.) 
 
 "Father 1 Mother I 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," — 
 
Th£ Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 177 
 
 To the Victor Belong the Spoils: Suggested by the edifying spec- 
 tacle of an officer exhibiting publicly on the cars, to his de- 
 lighted 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 Bev. A. J. Byan. (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 Baimerl the badge of the free! 
 What coward would falter in duty to thee" — 
 
 The Trooper to His Steed: By Susan Archer TaUey of Virginia. 
 (Amaranth, from the Southern Illustrated News.) 
 "Away I my steed in thy joyous pride. 
 With thy flashing eye, and thy bounding stridel" — 
 
 True-Heart Southrons: Air, "Blue Bonnets over the Border." 
 (B. 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 Vabr: 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," — 
 
178 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 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. 0. S.) 
 "The tune was, I said, T 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. 0. 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 pro- 
 mulgated in New Orleans. By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 "God of Battles, hear and save us. 
 From the foes who would enslave us I 
 
 The Two Armies: By Hem-y Timrod. (W. G. S. from the South- 
 ern 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 gaUing chain has fettered now, 
 Our free and noble state:" — 
 
 Uncle Abe, or a Hit at the Times: Air, "ViUikins 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 I why do you cry?" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 179 
 
 Uncle Sam: Air, "NeUy Bly." By Kentucky. (S. 0. 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. (Amar- 
 anth 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. 0. S.) 
 "Straws show the way the wind blows, 
 And I've often thought an emblem grows:" — 
 
 The Unknown Confederate Soldier: (C. C.) 
 "In a Kttle 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. SavEuinah, 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 Rich- 
 mond, 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," — 
 
180 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Up! Up! Set 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 North- 
 ern 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. 0. S.) 
 
 "The Yfinks 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 Walk- 
 er Meriweather Bell. (Amaranth.) 
 
 "It is not always darki 
 When night's black shades are round us chiU" — 
 
 The Very Latest From Butler: (R. B. B., 11^-) 
 "Some generals love the battle's roar. 
 And laurels red and gory;" — 
 
 Vicksburg — A Ballad: By Paul H. Hayne, Columbia, South Car- 
 olina, August 6, 1862. (W. G. S.) 
 
 "For sixty days and upwards 
 A storm of shell and shot" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 181 
 
 Victory: Written on hearing of the victory of Gen. Morgan at 
 Hartsville , Tenn. By Kentucky. (S. 0. 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. Dooles. (Sunny.) 
 "Methinks I see him even now, — 
 His smiling lips and soft blue eyes;" — 
 
 Violets in Lent: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 
 "Light is breaking from the clouds, 
 Wintry snow no more enshroud" — 
 
 Virginia: (B. 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," — 
 
182 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Virginia Desolate: By Col. W. Winston Fontaine, of Virginia. 
 
 (Sunny.) 
 
 "0 Virginia, fair Virginia, queen of all our sunny land, 
 Of the warUke Southern sisters, thou the chosen of the band" — 
 
 Virginia, i86i: (W. L.) 
 
 "Land of my birth! my love, my pride, aU 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 hiU' " — 
 
 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 Rich- 
 mond 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 Enghsh Versions. Ar- 
 ranged 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 
 0. Ticknor, M.D. Torch Hall, Georgia. (W. G. S.) 
 "The knightUest 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.) 
 
 " 'These are my jewels,' said a Roman dame. 
 Long years ago. — Virginia says the same," — 
 
TAe Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 183 
 
 The Virginia's Knocking Around: By M., Baltimore, March 30, 
 1863. (Md. Hist. B.) 
 
 'Twas on a windy night in March, 
 In a chamber lone at Washington" — 
 Virginia's Message to the Southern States: (R. R.) 
 "You dared not think I'd never come, 
 You could not doubt your Mother;" — 
 
 Virginia's Rallying Call: By Louise Elemjay. (Bohemian.) 
 "Come, to my side, my gallant children come, 
 Heard ye that edict of yon caitiff scum:" — 
 
 Virginia's Tribute to Her Daughters: By Cora. Janaury, 1863. 
 (S. L. M., March, '63.) 
 "Ye daughters of Virginia a joyous anthem raise. 
 Your Mother State doth honor you with richest meed of praise," — 
 
 A Voice from the Old Maryland Line: Air, "Maryland, My 
 Maryland." By N. G. R. (Dr. N. G. Ridgley.) Baltimore, 
 October 27, 1861. (R. B. B., 70.) 
 
 "The Old Line's foot is on thy shore, Maryland, 
 Returned triumphant as of yore! Maryland" — 
 
 A Voice from the South: Inscribed to Queen Victoria. By Rosa 
 Vertner Jeffrey, January, 1863. (E. V. M.) 
 "From our ancient moss-veiled forests. 
 Jasmine /bowers, savannahs green" — 
 
 The Voice of the South: By Tyrtaeus. (W. G. S., from the 
 Charleston Mercury.) 
 
 " 'Twas a goodly boon that our fathers gave. 
 And fits but ill to be held by the slave;" — 
 
 Voices of the Winds: By Major S. Yates Levy, of Georgia. (Sun- 
 ny.) 
 
 "Folded in the thoughtful mantle, 
 Night around the wretched binds;" — 
 
 The Volunteer: Air, "The Girl I Left Behind Me." (C. S. B.) 
 "The hour was sad, I left the maid, 
 A lingering farewell taking" — 
 
 The Volunteer, or. It is My Country's Call: By Harry McCarthy. 
 (C. S. B.) 
 
 "I leave my home and thee, dear, with sorrow in my heart. 
 It is my country's call, dear, to aid her I depart" — 
 
 Volunteer Mess Song: John Hopkins, Printer, New Levee St., 
 4th D. (Wash'n, 216.) 
 
 "Here's to our Generals brave, who we know will well behave. 
 With their officers and soldiers to sustain em! ha! ha!" 
 
184 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Volunteer Song: Written for the Ladies' Military Fair held at 
 New Orleans, 1861. Published in the New Orleans Picay- 
 une, April 28, 1861, and sung by the regiments departing for 
 Virginia. (Phot. Hist.) 
 
 "Go soldiers, arm you for the fight, 
 God shield the cause of Justice, Right:" — 
 
 Volunteered: (S. S.) 
 
 "I know the sun shines, and the lilacs are blowing. 
 And the summer sends kisses by beautiful May" — 
 
 The Volunteer's Return: By Lieut. Howard C. Wright. (Sunny.) 
 
 " 'Tis just three years this morning, 
 Since last I viewed this spot;" — 
 
 The Volunteers to the "Melish:" By William C. Estres. (R. R.) 
 "Come forth, ye gaUcmt heroes. 
 Rub up each rusty gun," — 
 
 Wait For the Wagon: New Song Revised by Dr. Hopkins. (Hop- 
 kins.) 
 
 "South Carolina, a fiery Uttle thing, 
 Said she wouldn't stay in a government 
 Where Cotton wasn't King;" — 
 
 Wait till the War, Love, is Over: Words by A. J. Andrews, Music 
 by C. W. Burton. Richmond, Virginia. (R. B. M., 1864.) 
 
 " 'Twas gentle spring, the flowers were bright. 
 The bird's sweet song was lovely" — 
 
 Waiting: By William Shepardson. (Bohemian.) 
 
 "All day long beside the window. 
 Gazing through the mist and rain," — 
 
 Waiting For a Battle: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 
 "As one oppressed who feels the coming of 
 A storm, insensible to splendor of" — 
 
 The War, by Walt Whitman: (By John R. Thompson): (S. L. 
 M.,- Ed. Table, January, 1862.) 
 
 "I sing of war — 
 "Grim-visaged, bloody-handed, rough-shod War, striking out from the 
 shoulder" — 
 
 The War Chief Magruder: Air, "Hail to the Chief." By Col. H. 
 Washington. (Alsb.) 
 
 "Hail to the Chiefl who in triumph has scatter'd 
 The clouds that o'er Texas so gloomily press'd' — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 185 
 
 The War-Christian's Thanksgiving: Respectfully dedicated to 
 the War-Clergy of the United States, Bishops, Priests and 
 Deacons. Jeremiah xxxxviii, 10. By S. Teackle WaUis, 
 Fort Warren, 1863. (E. V. M.) 
 
 "O God of battlesl once again, 
 With banner, trump and drum," — 
 
 War-Shirkers: By Teke, of Travis County. (Alsb.) 
 "A brood of skulkers are ye alll 
 As deaf as adders to the caU" — 
 
 War-Song: (R. R.) 
 
 "Come! cornel come! 
 Come, brothers, you are called," — 
 
 War Song: (Randolph.) 
 
 "Now is the hour, men of the South, 
 To strike for life or death" — 
 
 War-Song: Air, "March, March, Eltrick and Teviotdale." R. 
 R. from the Charleston Mercury.) 
 
 "March, march, on brave 'Pahnetto' boys" — 
 
 War Song: Tune, "Bonnie Blue Flag." By J. H. Woodcock. 
 (R. R.) 
 
 "Huzza! huzza! let's raise the battle-cry. 
 And whip the Yankees from our land," — 
 
 War Song {Manassas Hymn): Air, "Liberty Duet" in "II Pur- 
 itani." (S. L. M., Feb. and March, '62.) 
 "Awake! arise my warriors! 
 Liberty, your mother calls to you!" — 
 
 A War Song for Virginia: (R. R.) 
 
 "Sound, Virginia, sound your clarion! 
 From your serried ranks of war!" — 
 
 War Song of The Partisan Ranger: Dedicated to Captain John 
 H. Morgan. Air, "McGregor's Gathering." By Benjamin 
 
 F. Porter. (J. M. S. from the Greenville, Alabama, Observer): 
 
 "The forests are green by the homes of the South 
 But the hearth stones are red with the blood of her youth;" — 
 
 The War Storm: By C. J. H. (R. R.) 
 
 "Often, by a treacherous sea-side, 
 I have heard the ocean's roar," — 
 
 War-Waves: By Catherine Gendron Poyas, of Charleston. (W. 
 
 G. S.) 
 
 "What are the war-waves saying, 
 As they compass us around?" — 
 
186 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 The Warrior's Steed: By Mrs. V. E. W. (McCord) Vernon, 
 Richmond, March 22, 1862. (C. C.) 
 
 "A day of wrath, was that which shone, 
 Upon Msmassas' plain" — 
 
 The Waste of War: (E. V. M.) 
 
 "Give me the gold that war had cost, 
 Before this peace-expanding day" — 
 
 Wearing of the Grey: By 0. K. P. (Wash'n. 218.) 
 "Our cannon's mouths are dumb — no more 
 Our volleyed muskets peal," — 
 
 Wearing of the Grey: By a Mississippian. (E. V. M.) 
 "Oh, have you heard the cruel news? 
 Alas! it is too true;" — 
 
 Wearin' of the Gray: By Tar Heel. (Fag.) 
 
 "Oh! Johnny, dear, and did you hear the news that's lately spread. 
 That never more the Southern cross must rear its stately head;" — 
 
 We Come! We Come! Dedicated to the Crescent Regiment, of 
 New Orleans, Col. M. J. Smith. By MiUie Mayfield. 
 (R. R.) 
 
 "We come! we come, for Death or life. 
 For the Grave, or Victory!" — 
 
 We Conquer or Die: Composed by James Pierpont. (J. M. S.) 
 "The war drum is beating, prepare for the fight, 
 The stern bigot Northmen exalts in his light," — 
 
 Weep, Weep: By Refugee, May, 1865. (E. V. M.) 
 "Weep! for a fallen land, 
 For an unstained flag laid low;" — 
 
 We Know That We Were Rebels, or Why Can We Not Be Brothers: 
 By Clarence Prentice. (Alsb.) 
 "Why can we not be brothers? the battle now is o'er. 
 We've laid our bruised arms on the field, to take them up no more;" — 
 
 Welcome "Jeff" to Baltimore: Air, "Annie of the Vale." (R. 
 B. B., 71.) 
 
 "In charms now we slumber, and insults in number 
 We hear from our insolent foes;" — 
 
 A Welcome to the Invader: "An Ode," addressed to the picked men 
 of Col. Wilson's New York command. (R. R. from the 
 Charleston Courier.) 
 
 "What! have ye come to spoil our fields, 
 filack hearts and bloody hands!" — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 187 
 
 We Left Him on the Field: By Miss Marie E. Jones, of Galveston. 
 
 (Alsb.) 
 
 "We left him on the crimson'd field, 
 Where battle storms had swept," — 
 
 We'll Be Free in Maryland: Air, "Gideon's Band." By Robert 
 E. Holtz, January 30, 1862. (R. R.) 
 
 "The boys down South in Dixie's land, 
 Will come and rescue Maryland" — ■ 
 
 Western Dixie: By Mrs. Virginia Smith. (Im.) 
 "Come along, boys, we'll go off to the wars. 
 Never mind the times, we'U all march cheerily," — 
 
 We Swear: (C. S. B. from the Louisville Courier.) 
 "Kneel, ye Southrons, kneel and swear. 
 On your bleeding country's altar," — 
 
 What are Trumps? By James B. Randall. (S. L. M., Ed. Table, 
 December, '61.) 
 
 "Not Diamonds: Mason breaks bedight. 
 Beyond their leprosy of Hght," — 
 
 What! Have Ye Thought? (W. G. S., from the Charleston 
 Mercury.) 
 
 "What! have ye thought to pluck 
 Victory from chance and luck" — 
 
 What The Bugles Say: Inscribed to Captain Ben. Lane Posey. 
 By A. B. Meek. (Bohemian.) 
 
 "Hark! the bugles on the hill! 
 Tarala! Tarala!"— 
 
 What the South Winds Say: (R. R. from the Richmond Dis- 
 patch.) 
 
 "Faint as the echo of an echo born, 
 A bugle note swells on the air," — 
 
 What the Village Bell Said: By John C. M'Lemore of South 
 Carolina (mortally wounded at the battle of Seven Pines). 
 (W. G. S.) 
 
 "For many a yeeir in the village church, 
 Above the world have I made my home;" — 
 
 What Tho' These Limbs: Written by Col. Benjamin Anderson of 
 Louisville, Kentucky, on the prison waU in Cincinnati, 
 shortly before committing suicide. (W. L.) 
 
 "What tho' these limbs be bound with iron cords. 
 Still am I freel" — 
 
188 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 What Time is This for Dreaming? By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 "What time is this for dreaming, 
 When hearts are breaking round?" — 
 
 When Peace Returns: By Olivia Tully Thomas. (W. G. S., 
 Published in the Granada Picket.) 
 
 "When "war has smoothed his wrinkled front,' 
 And meek-eyed peace returning," — 
 
 When Pleasure's Flowery Paths: By a prisoner in solitary con- 
 finement, May 28th, 1865. (W. L.) 
 
 "When pleasure's flowery paths I trod. 
 My eyes were bent on earth alone," — 
 
 When That Cruel War Began: By Thomas Q. Barnes. (Barnes.) 
 "The tocsin of war it sounded its knell 
 O'er the length and breadth of our simny land" — 
 
 When the Boys Come Home: (Fag.) 
 
 "The boys are coming home again. 
 This war will soon be o'er," — 
 
 When the War is Over: A Christmas Lay: By Margaret J. Pres- 
 ton. (Beechenbrook.) 
 
 "Ah, the happy Christmas times, 
 Times we all remember," — 
 
 When This Cruel War is Over: Ballad. Words by Charles C. 
 Sawyer, Richmond, Va. Music by Henry Tucker. George 
 Dunn and Co. (R. B. M.) 
 
 "Dearest one, do you remember. 
 When we last did meet?" — 
 
 When Will the War be Over? (Alsb.) 
 
 "When will the war be over? asked a veteran whose sun-brown'd face 
 Implied in the ranks of the gallant he'd early sought a place," — 
 
 Where Are You Going, Abe Lincoln? Air, "Lord Lovell." (Alsb.) 
 "Abe Lincoln he stood at the White House Gate, 
 Combing his milk-white steed," — 
 
 Where is the Rebel Fatherland: By Mrs. M. J. P. [Mrs. Mar- 
 garet J. Preston]. (C. C.) 
 
 "Where is the Rebel Fatherland — ■ 
 Is it Maryland, dear Maryland" — 
 
 Where My Heart Is: Air, "My Heart's in the Highlands." By 
 Kentucky: (S.O. S.) 
 
 "My heart's with our brave men, my heart is not here. 
 For wherever I look, there Dutch soldiers appear;" — 
 
T/je Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 189 
 
 Who Will Care for Mother, Now? (Alsb.) 
 
 "Why am I so weak and weary? see how faint my heated breath! 
 All Mound to ine seems darkness — tell me, comrades, is this death?" — 
 
 Why Should the South Rejoice: By A. Moise, Jr. Richmond, 
 Virginia, July 4, 1866. (C. C.) 
 "Rejoice for what? For fields destroyed, for homes in ashes laid? 
 For maiden at the altar slain — ^victim of fiendish raid?" — 
 
 The Wide-Awakes: (R. B. B., 116) 
 
 "O, what is all this noise about. 
 This midnight confusion?" — 
 
 Will No One Write to Me? By Major George McKnight ("Asa 
 Hartz") Johnson's Island, January 1, 1864. (Sunny.) 
 "The list is called, and one by one 
 The anxious crowd now melts away," — 
 
 William Price: Member of the Maryland "State" Senate and 
 author of the infamous Treason BiU. Air, "John Todd." 
 (R. B. B., 94.) 
 
 "Your Sharp Treason Bill, William Price"— 
 
 William Courtland Price: By Julia Pleasants CresweU. (S. L. 
 M., November and December, 1862.) 
 
 "He came with youth and hope and swelling heart; 
 And freely cast them in the unequal scale;" — 
 
 Will You Go! By EsteUe. (R. R.) 
 
 "Will you go? will you go? 
 Where the foeman's steel is bright" — 
 
 A Wind from the South: Written for the Fair Journal, Southern 
 Relief Fair of Baltimore, April 2, 1866. By C. C. (E. 
 V. M.) 
 
 " — I sing of the South, 
 Not as she was in her pride of yore," — 
 
 Woman's Love: By Lieut. H. C. Wright. (Sunny.) 
 "Wildly raging were the billows. 
 Wildly heaving was the sea," — 
 
 Woman's Prayer: Dedicated to Colonel Lane's Regiment, Tex- 
 as Cavalry. (Alsb.) 
 
 "0 Soldier, is thy weary heart with care and woe, oppress'd? 
 Is courage failing? hope departing from thy weary breast?" — 
 
 The Word: October, 1861. (R. N. S., from the Louisville 
 Journal.) 
 
 "Arml 
 Arm without any words I" — 
 
190 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 A Word with the West: By John R. Thompson. Richmond, 
 December 1, 1862. (S. S., appearing originally in the South- 
 ern Illustrated News.) 
 
 "Once more to the breach for the land of the West, 
 And a leader we give of our bravest and best," — 
 
 The Work of an Ironclad: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 "Come, my fair one, sit thee down, 
 And sing for me thy sweetest song" — 
 
 Worthier: was shot in trying to escape from Rock Island. 
 
 By Kentucky (S. 0. S.) 
 
 "My best friend dead! yes; shot that he did try. 
 From prison to escape" — 
 
 Would'st Thou Have Me Love Thee: By Alexander B. Meek. (W. 
 G. S., from the Richmond Dispatch: also under title of War 
 Song.) 
 
 "Would'st thou have me love thee, dearest. 
 With a woman's proudest heart," — 
 
 Woven Fancies: By Mrs. Fanny Downing, North Carolina, 1862. 
 (Amaranth.) 
 
 "I sit before my loom, today, 
 And with untiring fingers ply," — 
 
 The Wreck of the Florida's Boat: 16th July, 1864. (In memory 
 of M'd'm Wm. Beverley Sinclair of Virginia.) By Luola. 
 (E. V. M.) 
 
 "Oh! many a youth has fallen, 
 Out on the battle plain;" — 
 
 Written Before the Secession of Virginia: By Mrs. Rebecca Tabb, 
 of Gloucester, Virginia. (E. V. M.) 
 "WeepI yes, we will weep; but not from coward fears. 
 Poor woman! what has she to give her country save her tears?" — 
 
 The Yankee Devil: Cave Spring, Georgia, April 11, 1863. (R. R.) 
 "Hurrah! Hurrah! good news and true. 
 Our woes will soon be past;" — 
 
 Yankee Doodle: ("An absurd thing, which came to us aU the way 
 from Canada, where we have plenty of friends.") (S. L. M., 
 Ed. Table, January, '62.) 
 
 "Yankee Doodle ran away, 
 Dixie he ran after" — 
 Yankee Doodle's Ride to Richmond: By Rev. E. P. Birch, of La 
 Grange, Georgia. (Bohemian.) 
 
 "I sing of Yankee Doodle's ride to famous Richmond town, 
 A gallant knight in truth was he, of valour and renown," — 
 
The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 191 
 
 Yankee Joke in Texas: By Ned Bracken. (Alsb.) 
 
 "Messrs. Yankees came one day, 
 To stroll upon our beach;" — 
 
 [Yankee Money]: Air, "Little More Cider, Cider Do." By Cap- 
 tain T. F. Roche, C. S. A., Fort Delaware, 1865. (Roche.) 
 "Now when dis war is over, and all de fighting done, 
 And every hungry rebel will leave at once for home" — 
 
 The Yankee President: By Dr. Gilbert, of Houston, January 13, 
 1863. (Alsb.) 
 
 "I'll sing you a new-made song, made by a modern pate" — 
 Of a real Yankee President, who took the helm of State," — 
 
 Yankee Vandals: Air, "Gay and Happy." (R. B. B., 117.) 
 "The Northern Abolition vandals 
 Who have come to free the slave" — 
 
 Ye Batteries of Beauregard: By J. C. Barrick of Kentucky. (W. 
 G. S.) 
 
 "Ye batteries of Beauregard! 
 Pour your hail from Moultries Wall" — 
 
 Ye Cavaliers of Dixie: By Benjamin F. Porter of Alabama. (W. 
 G. S.) 
 
 "Ye Cavaliers of Dixie 
 That guard our Southern shores" — 
 
 Ye Flight of Ye Rayl Splitter: A Ballad: (P. & P. B. from the New 
 Orleans Crescent.) 
 
 "Of all ye flyghts that ever were flown 
 By several persons, or one alone" — 
 
 Ye Gallant Sons of Carolina: (Randolph.) 
 "Ye gallant sons of Carolina, 
 Listen to your country's call," — • 
 
 Ye Men of Alabama: Air, "Ye Mariners of England." By John 
 D. Phelan of Montgomery, Alabama. (W. G. S. from the 
 Montgomery Advertiser of October, 1860.) 
 "Ye men of Alabama, 
 Awake, arise, awakel" — 
 
 Ye Shall Be Free: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 
 "Ye shall be free. 
 For with our guns we will stand o'er you," — 
 
 Yes, Build Your Walls: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.) 
 "Yes, build your walls of stone or sand. 
 But know when all is builded — then" — 
 
192 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 
 
 Yes, Call us Rebels! 'Tis the Name: By Albert Pike of Arkansas. 
 (E. V. M., from the New Orleans Picayune, May, 1861.) 
 "Yes, call us rebels I 'tis the name ^^ 
 Our patriot fathers bore," — 
 
 You Are Going to the Wars, Willie Boy: By JoKa H. Hewitt. 
 (Beau.) 
 
 "You are going to the wars, Willie Boy, Willie Boy, 
 You are going to the wars far away" — 
 
 You'll Tell Her, Won't You? (E. V. M.) 
 
 "You'll tell her, won't you? Say to her I died 
 As a brave soldier should — true to the last;" — 
 
 Young Dodger Vs. Old Croaker: Dialogue. (Alsb.) 
 
 "These croakers aU I really hate, and love to hate them, too. 
 Convention men, submissionists, disloyal and not true;" — 
 
 A Young Girl's Foreboding: By Kentucky, August 2, 1862. (S. 
 0. S.) 
 
 "Ahl it is very hard 
 To think my home may go" — 
 
 Young Recruit: (Bandolph.) 
 
 "Seel there's ribbons gaily streaming. 
 I'm a soldier now, Lizette:" — 
 
 Young Volunteer: By John H. Hewitt. (Beau.) 
 
 "Our flag is unfurl'd and our arms flash bright, 
 As the sun wades up the sky;" — 
 
 Your Mission: (S. S., from the Charleston Courier.) 
 "Fold away aU your bright-tinted dresses. 
 Turn the key on your jewels today" — 
 
 Zollicoffer: KUled in the Battle of Somerset, Kentucky, January 
 19, 1862. By H. L. Flash. S. L. M., Ed., April, 1862. 
 (E. V. M.) 
 
 "First in the fight, and first in arms. 
 Of the white-winged angels of glory," —