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 rriERN" SOLDIER'S 
 
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 PRIZE 80N-GSTER 
 
 Containing Martial and Patriotic Pieces, 
 
 , • (CHIELFT ORIGINAL,) 
 
 Applicable to (he present war. 
 
 M 03 I L E , A L A : 
 
 W. P. WISELY, NO. 33; ST. MICHAEL ST.- 
 1864 . 
 
Entered according t< in the year 1804. by 
 
 WM : . F. WISELY, 
 •' In Clerk's Office of the District Court for Southern District of Alabama. 
 
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 \ i.'oi.i.j otion oi' (be metrical effusions of Southern genius 
 elicited by tlie present war, is a desideratitm in tbe Confederacy . 
 Many Song Books have been issued to supply the great de- 
 - mand for that species of literature in our Army, but they^ 
 bave been almost exclusively collections of European. or 
 Yankee lyrics', iHy suited, if not adverse, to tbe spirit and pur- 
 j poses of our people. This is not just, either loTnc capacities 
 or the demands of the country. The glorious' "cause in which! 
 , the South is struggling, is well- calculated to call' forth the 
 ! highest manifestations of intellect and .enthusiasm, and to give , 
 . birth to those fervid sentiments — those' " thougliis that br< 
 ( and words that burn," which have characterized her ,<_ 
 5 sons -in every department of feeling, elocmence or song. 
 
 Thinking thus, the publisher of the present volume, deti 
 I ined to use his efforts to produce a collection of original Songs, 
 '^solely by Southern writers, which should be creditable to the' 
 ( heart and iaand of ourcountry, and help^ to inspire' those lofty 
 sentiments which are the very soul of patriotism and military 
 valor. The -Songs of a nation, as illustrated iu the Marseilles v - 
 Hymn, Rule Britannia, and other kindred gems, are as potent 
 c as her arms in protecting her against tyranny and aggression. 
 ? The publisher accordingly offered a premium of Firry 
 ) dollars for the best Song, suited to the present time. A com- 
 ) mittee of three gentlemen, (Key. Dr. Picree, Hon Percys 
 
 3 7Z 133 
 
^J 4 PREFATORY 
 
 \ Walker aqd (i. Y. Overall, Esq.,) were- appointed to make the 
 
 ) award. Near thirty pieces were submitted in competition, 
 
 most of them possessing high literary merit. After much de- . 
 
 • 
 liberation, the committee selected the piece entitled " South - 
 
 { land," as the most meritorious. The author's name was not 
 
 ■ given, he only- requesting in his note that the money, if awarded S 
 ' him, should be paid over for the benefit of our necessitous sbl- 
 
 '.. diers. This modesty will add to the attractiveness of his 
 piece, which is the ffrst in the present volume. 
 
 Numerous original songs have been kindly contributed, -since 
 l h» printing commenced. They constitute a larger mass of na- < 
 tive lyrics and baUads than has hitherto bee'n issued in the 
 . Confederacy: and will, it is trusted, redound to our intellec- 
 tual reputation abroad. ^. 
 
 Besides the original matter, selections of the best pieces 'of a 
 kindred character, from periodicals, have been made, so as to 
 present specimens of the talent of most of <>ur Southern '. 
 writers. 
 For the elevated purpose which the publisher had in view , 
 v and the varied merits of its contents, he trusts that this little 
 volume will meet with popular tavor, especially in our ttallant 
 
 ■ Anm' . 
 
1 N D K X 
 
 The Pieces Marked with a Star ( - ) are Original in th 
 
 a Cham • ' 
 
 A Cry to Ann- .; )'. .By Henry TiBttOd 51 
 
 All Quiet along the Potomac : . . .Lama* Fontaine 99 
 
 Annie of the Talc*.' Pan] P$Jby..;.. 59 
 
 ■Approach of Battle* iQ 
 
 Arm for the Southern Land M. B. Lamar 79 
 
 ifihby .' John R. Thomson . . <T> 
 
 Battle Call* Arthur Belton 7 5' 
 
 lline Grass*. 1 : A. B. Meek 25 
 
 Cavaliers of Dixie*-. •' K F - p,n '! 1 ' 1 ' 77 
 
 Ciockuaben* trt&ar BeltOD 75 
 
 Drummer Boy of Shiloh. . 62 
 
 Dying SoMkn'*...., .1. A. ICecklin *. 14 
 
 Farewell* ».........'.:.... .R. B. Trimmer .... .-. 43 
 
 Torrest's battle (3iorus* .'. 
 
 Gallant So * Paul Polby 84 
 
 ,.. '. v Jae< .... o'. v 
 
 God our Refuge*.. . .' Hi- 
 God Save the South* Rei " " 
 
 Hymnfor Fast Day* ' • ..'. . ..100 
 
 Hymn to' the Dawn*-. • \. J. Requier s o 
 
 I would be. a Soldier Still 74 i 
 
 Davis*.... A. B. Meek 80 
 
 Jolyi Pelham '. " Jantes R. Randal]..., 23 ■ 
 
 Lament for Mumford* Miss J. M. Porter .... 41 ' 
 
 Laud of My Father.-:* . . . A. B. Meek 50 ', 
 
 Lifting of the Banner* '. A. B. M eek S5 
 
 ' LeneStarFlag T. .FT. L. Flash 53 
 
 J 7JL 733 
 
( Louisiana , , „ 73 
 
 niri*..- \. [Alexander! 71 
 
 l Mobile Banner Son^ : '. Reuben Xason 15 
 
 Love ami I k ......Asa Ilartz .«. -63 
 
 1 Hj Maryland ...James ]R. Randall..,. .66 
 
 - tidier Boy I.. K. Grayson'. 34 
 
 ; My Wife and Child H. R. Jackson. , 59 
 
 Not Doubtful of your Fatherland W. o. Simrfis, 17 
 
 Country's Ensign* " Southland'" 49 
 
 Country's Heroes* fc B. Meek 9 
 
 '.nth A. .1. Reqtrier 30 
 
 M.B.Lamar 94 
 
 ::!i.-tment. ' Mrs. M. J. Caaedo.;: 28 
 
 I for the War-. ..." ' M . W. Ghapmai 1 22 
 
 Richmond on; the James > g. E. Burgees.. .... -1 
 
 Mings of the South ; L Q, R ,34 
 
 jdy-Six and Sixty-one* ....J. W. Overall : L". 
 
 ier-'s Heart* • F,.P. Beaufort 58 
 
 Southland* r '. (Prize Song) & 7 
 
 Southern Cross '. St . George Tucker ... 97 
 
 Evan Elbert 
 
 hern Maiden' . '. Mrs.'M.'J. Canedo. . . 47 
 
 - Way 
 
 ■ v ^ ... y -[\<.- K. C. Sloman. . 
 
 .•.:...; B. ». Berjryhill 66 * 
 
 The Soldier's Last Bugli 1 -104 
 
 To the Rescue* Alabama. : a. B. Meek W( 
 
 Try Us , Francis Baker . .... 
 
 Uniform of Craj *. .... . . Eyan Elbert 
 
 Valiant Goastjript 
 
 'i . ' F. I'. Befcufort 88 \ 
 
 War Child .'.Anderson. .. 64 
 
 Yank.- [>0O<Uo dOO*..,V.. '. Alabanjhui L9 
 
 
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 SOU T 11 L, AM D;. 
 
 tiie PRIZE SONG. 
 
 They sing of the Eaft. 
 With its flowery feast, , 
 I And clime of the North-, with its mountains of snowj > 
 
 But give me the land 
 : • Where the breezes blow bland, 
 
 - O'er realms of magnolia and myrtle below. ' 
 ' __ The land of the South, 
 
 The fair "sunny South, •,'..$ 
 
 The flower-crowned South, 
 In tlffjjrandeur for meJ 
 
 Her sens are aye brave. 
 And no chains can enslave. 
 Though countless the hordes oftheirfoemen may be; ; 
 Ah ! see, even now. • 
 As with battle-stained brow, 
 ? They vanquish the Northmen on land and on sea ! 
 >. ■ . The land of the South, 
 
 The yOung gallant South, 
 
SQY — »._. 
 
 SOLDIER'S TRIZE SONGSTER. 
 
 The invincible South, 
 In its valor Tor me ' • 
 
 - II er daughters arc Jair 
 As tli e pure lilies there. 
 And cheer;h"cr brave soldiers tor freedom to 
 Their smiles-arc the light 
 -Of the war-clouded night, ... 
 Their tears are sweet dew-drops distilled from the sky. ; 
 The land of the South. 
 'The sweet* rosy South, 
 The starry-gemmed South. 
 • ... In its beauty for me ' 
 
 "- tri green blossoined dales, •. 
 
 And'in violet vales, .. 
 And fields white with cotton, its dwelling- oncestoodj J 
 The spoilers now seek 
 Their vile vengeance to wreak, 
 i this Eden with ashes and bloo^! 
 
 The land of^the South, 
 
 The opulent South, 
 
 The long-plnnd'ered South. 
 
 hvit me ! 
 
 • >h, who would not stfcnd • 
 With his life in his hand, 
 To shield such a land from the feet of the foe i 
 God made it thus free, 
 
 And oh , p e r i sh m u st. we . * f ( 
 
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THE SOLDIER'S PRIZE SONGSTER. 9 lo 
 
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 •Before it can be in bondage laid low ! 
 
 The kind of the South, 
 The proud sovereign South, 
 The God-shielded South. 
 Tn its freedovk for me* 
 
 OUR COUNTRY'S HEROES. 
 
 A. B. .MEEK. ' ' 
 
 Come sing our country.' s heroe-. 
 
 The true and .stalwart hand, 
 Whose arms, on many a foughten held. 
 
 Have saved our struggling land ; 
 Who dauntless go to meet the foe. 
 
 Alike on land or sea,— 
 Three cheers for, Bragg and .JoHhaon. 
 
 For" Beauregard and 1 
 
 They left their quiet homesteads, 
 
 Then- children and theif wives ; 
 They heard their outraged country bid 
 
 Them shield her with their lives; 
 They saw on high her standard fly 
 
 Amid the battle smoke, — 
 Three cheers lor Hili-and Longttreei. 
 
 For Breckinridge and Polk ! 
 
 They scorned all base submission. 
 
 All weak and coward pleas ; . . - 
 They only heaft the trump and drum 
 
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 Pulsating on the breeze. 
 They dashed away, and in the /ray, 
 
 Like'red wine, poured their blood, — 
 Three 'I'.eers for Price and Bucknev, 
 
 For EWel-l, Cheatham, TTood ! 
 
 Oft in the hour of carna . 
 
 We've seen their gallant fornix , 
 Bear down upon tkefoeman's lines. 
 
 Like thunder-bolts in, storms. 
 They heeded not the shell or shot. 
 
 They scoimed to pause «or flee.— 
 Three-cheers for Smith and Loripg. 
 , Masrruder and ITardce ! 
 
 We'll go where'er they lead 
 
 With Vheni no foe we fear. 
 Their lofty presence, in the fight. 
 
 The weakest heart can cheer. s . 
 
 O'er rolling drum and shrieking bomb 
 
 Ring, out their clarion tones, — 
 Three cheers for Taylor, Wither:-. 
 
 For Cleburne. Stuart, Jones! 
 
 See, 'mid the rushing squadro 
 
 How gallantly they bear ! 
 'What light- beams from each fearless face ! 
 
 How calm and firm they are ! 
 l^png lines of steel around them wh 
 ■ Like planets round the sun, — 
 
THE SOLDIER'S PR^5E SONGSTER. 11 (^ 
 
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 Three cheers for Evans, Early . 
 For Eode? and. Anderson ! 
 
 We cfnnot fail to conquer 
 
 With such devoted hva . 
 Though all the North should come at one-. 1 
 
 We'll give them 'only — 
 We'll meet their hoides with trenchant ewoi 
 
 Uplifted for our cause, — 
 Three cheers for Jackson. C'la> 
 - For Forney and McLaws ! 
 
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 Old Rome may boaM her Scipios, 
 
 And Greece. Mihiades ; 
 And England tell how Nj 
 
 On rich historic E ! 
 Let France display Muratjand N 
 
 Our battle ii'ump replies.— >. 
 -Three cheers for Morgan, For 
 
 For Chalmers*. Wheeler. Wise ! 
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 The Yankee soldiers tremble "-* • 
 
 Whene'er they hear their names, — 
 They've seen their chargers spurn tm earth. 
 
 Amid the sulphur flames ! 
 They sneak away in search of prey. 
 
 And plunder, burn and rob, — 
 Three cheers for -Adams, Maury. 
 
 For Finnegan and Cobb ! 
 
 Oh, man? a verdant garland 
 
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12 THE SOLDIER'S' yiIZE SONGSTER. 
 
 Shall maiden lingers twine, 
 To wreathe around the scar-seamed brows 
 
 Of that illustrious line. 
 The roll of fame shal] show each name. 
 
 Engirt with golden rays, — - 
 Three cheers for Pickett, Parsons. 
 
 For Oracie, Ilindinan, Dens! 
 
 Lo ! on the storm-swept ocean. 
 
 We've lion spirits too, 
 Who've snatched the sceptre oi' the seas. 
 
 From many a Yankee crew. 
 Their iron fleet, though clad complete. 
 
 In constant terror swims,- — 
 Three cheers for brave Buchanan, 
 
 Farrand, Lynch, .M^atfit, Serames! 
 
 • 
 Then sing our country's heroes, 
 
 We cannot name them all. — 
 They're found on every crimson field, 
 
 Prompt,to their country's -'calj. 
 In death 1 ess verse? bards shall rehearsc 
 
 Their praise through future time. — 
 Three cheers then for cur herpes. 
 \> ,! for i*heir deeds Bublime ! 
 
^j THE SOLDIER'S PRIZE SONGSTER. 13 
 
 > SEVJJNTY-SIX AN» SIXTY-ONE. * 
 
 I D V .1 O II ft W . O V E R A L I. ., 
 
 y Ye spirits of the glorious dead ! • 
 
 Ye watchers in the sky !. 
 ; * Who sought the patriot's, crimson' bed 
 
 With holy trust and high — 
 1 Come lend your inspiration now. 
 
 Come fire each southern son, 
 Who nobly fights, for freemen's rights. 
 « And shouts- for sixty-one. 
 
 Come teach them ho\V on hill, in glade, . 
 
 Quick leaping from your side, 
 The lightning flash of sabres made 
 
 A red and flowing tide ; 
 How well ye fought, how bravely fell. 
 
 "Beneath our burning sun, 
 And let the lyre, in strains of tire, 
 
 So speak of sixty-one. 
 
 There's many a grave in all the land. 
 
 And m#ny a crucifix, 
 Which tell how that heroic bain; 
 
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 Stood firm- in seventy-six — 
 Ye heroes of the deathless past. 
 
 Your glorious race is run, 
 tint from yoiir dust, springs freemen* - ' s trust, 
 And blows for sixty-one. 
 •The era of- Southern Confederate Independence, 
 
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 We build our altars where .you lie 
 Ou man; . ' « % 
 
 With sabres pointing to the sky. 
 And sanctified 'of God — 
 • The smoke shalfr rise from every pile-. 
 Till freedom's fight is done, 
 
 (.-very mouth throughout the South, 
 Shall sboui foi sixty-oner • ■ ) 
 
 THE B»TIN« SOLDIER. 
 
 I ¥ JAMES A. M EC KLIN. 
 
 iather round him where he's lying*. 
 Hush ydur footsteps, whisper low. 
 For a soldier here is dying, 
 Tn the sunset's radiant glow. 
 
 Beating, beating, slowly beating, 
 
 Tains the life-blood through his frame 
 
 * ; rift the soldier's breath is fleeting, 
 And he calls his mother's name : 
 
 >'• Mother, mother, come and kiss me, 
 ■ my spirit fades away, 
 For I know you oft will miss me, 
 
 When you watch .he sinking day. < 
 
 " Brother, sister, nearer, nearer! 
 Place, oh, place your hands in mine. 
 
THE SOLDIER^ TRIZE SONGSTER. 15 
 
 • You, whose love than life was dearer. 
 Let your arms around aie twinei 
 
 •"Father, see, the. sun is fadip« 
 From the hilltops of the west,' 
 
 And th'e valley night is shading— 
 Farewell, k>v'd ones, I'm at r< 
 
 Dying, dying ! yes, he's dying { 
 Close the eyalids, let him rest ; 
 
 No more sorrow, no more si^him', 
 T/er again shall heave his breast. 
 
 .Sleeping, sleeping, .calmly^ sleeping, 
 Jn the church-yard cold and drear. 
 
 And the. wintry winds are heaping 
 O'er him leaflets brown and sear: 
 
 And he's resting, where forever ' . 
 
 Clang oHrumpot, roll of drum, 
 Roar of cannon, never, never, 
 
 Never more to'him 'shall corne. 
 
 MOBILE BANNER SONG 
 
 BY REUBEN' NA160N. 
 
 Air— u j$ed, White cod Bl\ ■ 
 .A song for. the land that we honor, 
 The clime of the noble and brave. 
 
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16 THE SOLDIER'S PRIZE SONGSTER, 
 
 For the States which support our pro-,* banner 
 And our hfroe;by the bright-dancing ware. 
 
 Her sons in the hour of danger - 
 Are true as their bayonets' steeJ. 
 
 And their flag is still freedom's avenger. 
 Borne on by the lads of Mobile. 
 
 Oh, the South is the pride or all nations; 
 
 Heaven. smiles on these wide, fertile plains. 
 And crpwns with' its richest creations 
 
 A land that el til never know chains. 
 Her warriors wflj live to defend her. 
 
 Or on her loved'- bosom lie 16V. 
 While their flag carries victory before it. 
 
 And death to the treacherous- foe. 
 
 So here's to the land that we cherish. 
 
 The loveliest region of earth- 
 May all the base hirelings perish 
 
 Who dare, to dishonor its worth. 
 Then, Peace, spread thy pinions— while loudly 
 
 We welcome with jubilant peal 
 The banner-of victory, proudly 
 • Borne home bv tlte lads of Mobile 
 
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THE SOLDIER'S PRIZE SONGSTER. 17 
 
 NOT DOUBTFUL OF YOUR FATHERLAND. 
 
 BY W. GIL210RE SIMMS. 
 
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 The virtue to maintain it; 
 The soul to brave, the will to do — 
 
 Thes,e seek the fight and gain it ! ( 
 
 -The precious p^ize 
 ^ .Before your ?yes, 
 
The Conquered Banner. 
 
 BY FATHER ABEAM J. RYAN, THE POET PRIEST OF THE SOUTH. 
 
 Furl that banner, for 'tis weary, 
 Round its staff 'tis drooping dreary ; 
 
 Furl it, fold it, it is best : 
 For there's not a man to wave it. 
 And there's not a sword to save it, 
 And there's not one left to lave it, 
 In the blood which heroes gave it, 
 And its foes now scorn and brave it — 
 
 Furl it, hide it, let it rest. 
 
 Take that banner down — 'tis tattered, 
 Broken is its staff and shattered 
 And the valiant hosts are scattered, 
 
 Over whoir it floated high. 
 Oh ! 'tis hard for us to fold it. 
 Hard to think there's none to hold it, 
 Hard that those who once unrolled it 
 
 Now must furl it with a sigh. 
 
 Furl that banner, furl it sadly — 
 Once ten thousands hailed it gladly, 
 And ten thousands wildly, madly, 
 
 "Swore it should forever wave ; 
 Swore that foeman's sword could never 
 Hearts like theirs intwined dissever, 
 Till, that flag would float forever 
 
 O'er their freedom or their grave. 
 
 Furl it! for the hands that grasped it, 
 And the hearts that fondly clasped it, 
 
 Cold and dead are lying low: 
 And the banner, it is trailing, 
 While around it sounds the wailing 
 
 Of its people in their woe. 
 For, though conquered, they adore it, 
 Love the cold, dead hands that bore it, 
 Weep for those who fell before it, 
 Pardon those who trailed and tore it, 
 And oh ! wildly they deplore it. 
 
 Now to furl and fold it so. 
 
 Furl that banner ! true, 'tis gory. 
 Yet 'tis wreathed around with glory, 
 And 'twill live in song and story. 
 
 Though its folds are in the dust ; 
 For its fame on brightest pages, 
 Penned by poets and by sages. 
 Shall go sounding down the ages, 
 
 Furl its folds though now we must. 
 Furl that banner, softly, slowly, 
 Treat it gently— it is holy — 
 
 For . it droops above the dead ; 
 Touch it not, unfold it never. 
 Let it droop there, furled forever. 
 
 For its people's hopes are dead. 
 
3i THJ3 soldier's prize songster. 17 
 
 NOT DOUBTFUL OF YOUii FATHERLAND. S 
 
 BY W. GILMORE SIMMS. 
 
 Not doubtful of ygoir fatherland, 
 
 Nor of the God who gave it, 
 On, Southrons ! 'gainst the hireling band 
 ■ That struggle to enslave it. 
 
 Ring boldly out 
 
 Your hattle shout ; 
 Charge fiercely 'gainst those felon hordes' 
 
 One hour. of strife 7 
 
 Is freedom's life, 
 And glory hangs upon your swords! 
 
 A thousand mothers' matron eyes, 
 
 Wives, sisters, daughters weeping, 
 Watch, when your virgin banner flics 
 To battle, fiercelv weeping.. * 
 Though science fails, 
 The steel prevails, 
 With hands that wield our hearts of oak ; 
 These, though the wall 
 Of stone may fall, > 
 
 Grow stronger with each hostile stroke. 
 
 The. faith that feels its cause is true, 5 
 
 The virtue to maintain it; 
 The soul to brave, the will to do— 
 
 These seek (he fight and gain it ! J> 
 
 -The precious p-ize 
 * Before your eyes, 
 
18 TnE soldier's trize songster. 
 
 The nil that life conceives of charm, 
 Home, freedom, life, 
 
 Child, sister, wife, 
 All rest upon your soul and arm ! 
 
 And what the foe, the felon race 
 That seek your subjugation? 
 
 The scum of Europe, her disgrace, 
 
 ' The lepers of the nation ! 
 And what the spoil 
 That temj ts their toil, 
 
 The bait that lures them on to fight ? ' 
 Lust, crime and -blood, 
 Each fiendish mood, 
 
 That prompts and follows appetite. 
 
 Shall such prevail, and shall you fail, 
 
 Asserting cause so holy? 
 Wit l souls of might, go Seek the fight, 
 And-crush these wretches lowly. 
 
 On, with the cry, 
 
 To "do or to die." 
 As did, in darker days, your sires ; 
 
 Nor stay the blow 
 
 'Till every foe, 
 Down stricken in your path 1 , expires. ! 
 
THE SOLDIER'S PRI2E SONGSTER. 19 Q3 
 
 YANKEE-DOODLE-DOO ! 
 
 Bl" AN ALADAMIAN. 
 
 Curse on the canting, whining race, . 
 
 The peddling, meddling crew, 
 Whose hearts are vile, and spirits base, 
 
 And backs and bedies blue ! 
 They brag, they lie, they cheat, they steal, 
 
 In every place and time : 
 Their souls are bloat with -bigot zeal, 
 
 ' And crusted o'er with crime ! 
 A curse upon their menial-crew, 
 The' sniffling, whittling, Yankee-doodle-doo! 
 
 They've been the pest of all the world, 
 
 Since Cromwell's bloody day 
 From Holland's quagmires they were hurled, 
 
 For their pragmatic ways. 
 The Mayflower ship, that brought them o'er, 
 • Conveyed a fr'on flock, 
 -pewed the * crniin on the shore, 
 
 By Plymouth's "blarney rock." 
 Then curse the Puritanic crew, 
 The ranting, canting, Yankee-doodle-doo ! 
 
 In Northern snows their souls congealed ' 
 To ice lumps Fri their breasts ; 
 
 Their hearts became like inj-v.ns peeled, 
 And by the devil possessed. 
 
 Each* mother's son, ere he could ran, 
 His daddy learned to cheat, 
 

 20 the soldier's trize songster. [I 
 
 And thus a graduate'become, 
 
 With peddlers to compete! 
 Then curse upon the pilfering crew, 
 The shuffling, snuffling, Yankee-doodle-doo ! 
 
 They, swarmed, like bilge-flies, thro' the land, 
 With saintly, drawling speech ; 
 
 They claimed to be God's missioned band, 
 s To edit, teach and preach ! 
 
 With wooden nutmegs, saw-dust seed, 
 
 And pinchbeck ware, they strayed, 
 
 And made even little niggers " bleed," 
 
 When they could "strike a trade. ,; 
 
 Then curse upon the cheating crew, 
 
 The peddling, meddling, Yankee-doodle-doo ! 
 
 You know them by their coffin face, 
 
 Their pallid lanthern jaws, 
 Their smirking lips, their sneaking ways, 
 
 Their clumsy feet and paws ! - 
 With hypocritic eyes they leer, 
 
 And sycophantic smile ; 
 With nasal twang they utter prayer, 
 
 And rob the church the while! 
 • Then curse the pharisaic crew, 
 The kneeling, stealing, Yankee-doodle-doo! 
 
 They'd filch a bible from a pritsfe, 
 
 But leave & tract instead ; 
 The widow's mite they've often seized, 
 
 And ta'en the orphan's bread. 
 
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 THE SOLDIER'S PRIZE SONGSTER. 21 [£$ 
 
 They've got a Bible of their own, 
 
 An Abolition God ; 
 "Ward Beecher fills the Savior's throne. 
 
 And Lincoln wields his rod! 
 Then eurs-e upon the heathen crew, 
 The robbing, jobbing, Yankee-doodle-doo ! 
 
 They're cowards in their hollow hearts. 
 
 Nor dare an equal field; 
 In battle, on tneir hinder-parts, 
 
 They wisely put the shield: 
 With iron ship, and long, long gun, . 
 
 They keep beyond our shots : 
 Get near, and every mother's son 
 
 In double quick-time trots ! 
 Then curse upon the dastard crew, 
 The shunning, running, Yankee-doodle-doo! 
 
 Soon from our land we'll drive them all, 
 
 * To their dark holes afar ; 
 Thank God '.'we've broke the Northern thrall, 
 
 And see the rising star ! 
 Yes, Yankee-doodle-doodle-doo, 
 
 We've done with you at last ; 
 Go eat your onions, spin and spew, 
 
 Your " occupation's " passed ! 
 Yet curse upon your cringing crew, 
 Poor shrieking, sneaking, Yankee-doodle-doo ! 
 
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22 the soldier's prize songster. 
 
 JOHN PELIIAM. 
 
 BY JAMES R . RANDALL. 
 
 Just as the spring came laughing thro' the strife, 
 With all its gorgeous cheer, 
 
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 I In the bright April of historic life, 
 
 Fell the grant cannoneer. 
 
 The wondrous lulling of a hero's breath 
 His bleeding country weeps — 
 
 Hushed in the alabaster arms of death, 
 Our young Marcellus sleeps. 
 
 Nobler and grander than the child of Rome, 
 
 Curbing his chariot steeds, 
 The knightly scion of a Southern home 
 
 Dazzled the land with deeds. 
 
 Gentlest and bravest in the battle's brunt, 
 The champion of the truth, 
 
 He bore his banner to the very front 
 Of our immortaLyouth. 
 
 A clang of sabre3 'mid Virginian snow;. 
 
 The fiery pang of shells — 
 And there's a wail ot immemorial woe 
 
 In Alabama's dells. 
 
 The pennon droops' that led the sacred band 
 
 Along the crimson field ; 
 The meteor blade sinks from the nerveless hand 
 
 Over the spotless shield. 
 
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 < We gazed and gazed upon that beauteous face, £ 
 ? While 'round the lids and eyes, 
 
 5 Couched in their marble slumber, flashed the grace! 
 s Of a divine surprise. 
 
 S Oh, mother of a blessed soul on high, 
 C Thy tears may soon be shed — 
 
 / Think of thy boy with princes ot the sky, 
 Among the Southern dead. 
 
 S How must he smile, on this dull world beneath, , 
 I ' Fevered with swift renown — 
 
 ) He, with the martyr's amaranthine wreath, 
 Twining the victor's crown ! 
 
 SOUTHERN LAND. 
 
 BY EVAN ELBERT. 
 
 km— Dixie. 
 
 Soldiers, rise and form fop battle t 
 
 Hark, the deadly cannon's rattle 1 ■ 
 Listen now ! listen now ! listen now ! Southern Land ! 
 
 Lo, across your northern border, 
 
 Comes in force the grim marauder ! 
 Rouse up, then ! rouse up, then ! rouse up, then! Southern Land \? 
 
 Chorus — Lift up your lilly banner ! 
 
 Hurra ! hurra ! \ 
 
 Around it stand, with stalwart band, 
 Linked heart and hand, for freedom ! 
 
 Hurra ! hurra ! hurra, my gallant Southrons ! 
 
 Hurra I hurra ! hurra, my dauntless Southrons ! 
 
gy 2-4 the. soldier's prize songster. 
 
 <| Cocoes he now, with bandit legions, 
 
 Laying waste your f'ertiV regions! 
 ? Gather, then ! gather, then ! gather, tbon ! Southern Land ! 
 S See, his " Stars and P ipes " are gleaming ! . 
 
 c • Hark, his vulture eagle's screaming ! 
 
 s Rally now ! rally now ! rally now ! Southern Land ! 
 
 Chorus— Lift up your lilly banner, &c. 
 
 S Long you bent, with tame submissionn, 
 
 To the hordes of Abolition ! 
 s Waken now ! waken now ! waken now ! Southern Land ! 
 
 By your wrongs, and homesteads plundered ! 
 
 By the bonds of union sundered ! 
 b Meet the foe ! meet the foe ! meet the foe ! Southern Land 1 
 Chorus— Lift up your lilly banner, &c. 
 
 5 Do your hearts still feed the fires ' 
 
 } " Freedom-lighted by your sires ? 
 
 \ Kindle, then 1 kindle, then ! kindle, then ! Southern Land! 
 • Let fha .flame flash on your altars ! 
 Curse upon the slave that falters ! 
 Cast him out ! cast hito out ! cast him out ! Southern Land 1 
 Chorus — Lift up your'lilly banner, &c. 
 
 By your hills and fields and waters ! 
 • By your mothe-s, wives and daughters ! 
 Battle now ! battle now ! battle now ! Southern Land ! 
 Hurl, as did the lordly Roman, 
 From your breast, the impious foeraan ! 
 Hurl him back ! hurl hi>n bick ! hurl him back I Southern Land 
 Chorus — Lift up your lilly banner, &c. 
 
 Now I hear your here es shouting, 
 Where the tyrant they are routing ! 
 
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 Bravely dpne ! bravely done ! bravely done ! Southern Land ! 
 
 Long they'll wear, in song and story, 
 
 Chaplets of unfading glory ! 
 Honor them ! honor them ! honor them ! Southern Land ! 
 Chorus — Lift up your lilly banner, &c. 
 
 THE BLUE CROSS. 
 
 13V A. H. MEEK. 
 
 The Blue Cross on its field of re^l. 
 
 Embossed with golden stars, 
 Gleams proudly o'er the patriot's head. 
 
 Above the cloud of wars. 
 It shines on high' — lit from the sky — 
 
 The symbol of our faith, 
 To cheer the band who nobly stand 
 
 m For liberty or death ! 
 Oh, comrades, then exulting spread 
 The Blue Cross on its field of red ! 
 
 That Cross has shone on many a field j 
 
 "Where hero-hearts have bled ; 
 
 Where mighty armies rocked and reeled. 
 And piled the earth with dead. 
 
 'Mid clashing drums and shrieking bombs, 
 
 m The dying turned his eye. S 
 
 To see it wave above the brave, 
 Victoriously on high ! 
 
 Oh, comrades, then exulting spread 
 
 The Blue Cross on its field of red ! s 
 
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 O'er leaguered towns and castled walls, 
 
 It flings defiance forth ; 
 In vaiii your mortars, shells, and balls, 
 
 Oh, grim and battled North ! 
 That flag still gleams, aye, proudly streams, 
 S In morning's silvery air, 
 
 And through the night, the bomb-shell's liglit 
 
 Beholds it blazing there ! 
 
 Oh, comrades, then exulting spread 
 
 5 The Blue Cross on its field of red ! 
 > 
 
 C On ocean's broad and brawny breast, 
 
 Where long our' foes held sway, 
 
 Despite blockades, with fearless crest, 
 We now that Cross display ! 
 < Proud and serene, its stars have seen 
 c * The conquered ship go down ; 
 
 S Whole navies fear, when it is near, 
 
 Sj . And fly before its frown ! 
 
 Oh, comrades, then exulting spread 
 
 The Blue CroSs on its field of red ! 
 
 God grant that heaven-illumined Cross, 
 Like Constantine's, may glow, 
 
 Untjl our lovecl Confederate cause 
 Shaft conquer even/ foe ! * 
 
 * The standard Coustantine adopted from a cross he saw tn the sky, < 
 In hoc signs vin>:es. 
 
THE SOLDIER'S PRIZE SONGSTER. 27 
 
 Its glorious light shall then beam bright, 
 Through endless ages on, * 
 
 And this young land the happiest stand 
 Beneath the sun's blue zone ! 
 
 Oh, comrades, then exulting spread 
 
 The Blue Cross on its field of red ! 
 
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 RICHMOND ON THE JAMES. 
 
 n <;. T. BURGESS. 
 
 A soldier of oar army lay gasping on the field, 
 
 When battle's shock was over uud the foe wa3 forc'd to yield, 
 
 He fell, a youthful hero, before the focman's aims. 
 
 On a blood-red field near Richmond, near Richmond on the James. 
 
 But one still stood beside bim, his comrade in the fray. 
 They had been friends together through boyhood's happy day. 
 And side by side had struggled on Beld of blood and Ham.-?, 
 To part that eve near Richmond, near Richmond on the James. 
 
 He said, " 1 charge thee, comrade, the friend in days of yore. 
 Of the far, far distant dear ones that I shall see no more. • 
 Tho' scarce my lips can whisper their dear and well-known names, 
 To bear to them my blessing from Richmond on the Ji 
 
 ' • Bear my good sword to my brother, and the badge upon my breast, 
 To tho young and gentle sister that I used to love the best. ; 
 But one lock from my forehead give the mother .still that dreams, 
 Of her soldier boy near Richmond — near Richmond dri the James. 
 
 " Oh, I wish that mother s arms were folded round me now. 
 That her gentle hand could linger one moment on my brow, 
 But I know that she Is praying where our blessed hearth-light gleams, 
 For her soldier's safe return from Richmond on the James. 
 
28 THE soldier's prize songster. 
 
 '•And on my heart, deal 1 comrade, close lay those uut-browu braids, 
 Of one that was the fairest of all our Tillage maids ; 
 We were to have been wedded, but death the bridegroom cl 
 And she is far. that loves me, from Richmond on the Ja 
 
 (i Oh, does the pale face haunt her, dear friend, that looks on thee? 
 
 Or is she laughing, singing in careless, ^'irli-h glee? 
 
 It may be she is Joyous, and loves but joyous th 
 
 Nor dreams her love lies; bleeding near Richmond on the James. 
 
 "And though I know, dear comrade, thou'lt miss me for awhile, 
 When their faces—all that lov'd thee—again on thee shall smile ; 
 Again thou 'J t be the' foremost in all their yonthfnl games, 
 But I shall lie near Richmond— near Richmond on the James." 
 
 And far from all that loved him, that youthful soldier sleeps, 
 Unknown among the thousands of those his country weeps ; 
 But no higher heart nor braver, than his, at sunset's beams. 
 Was laid that eve mar Richmond— near Richmond on the James. 
 
 The land is filled with 'mourning, from hall and dot left lone, 
 We miss, the well-known faces that used to greet our own*; 
 And long poor wives and mothers shall weep, and titled dame?, 
 To h#ar the name of Richmond— of Richmond on the James. 
 
 RE-ENLISTMENT. 
 
 h Y M A R G A R I T A .1 
 
 What ! shall we now throw down the blade, 
 And doff' the helmet from our brows? 
 
 Noio see our holy, cause betfayed. 
 And recreant prove to all our vows ? 
 
 When first .we drew these patriot swords, 
 "A nation's freedom V *was the crv: 
 
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 THE SOLDIER'S PRIZE SONGSTER. 29 
 
 Our faith was pledged in these proucT words, 
 And Heaven has sealed the oath on high. 
 
 Since then on dear-bought battle-plains 
 
 We've seen our martyr-brethren die, 
 While on the soil that drank those stains— 
 
 Their native earth where now they lie, 
 The foe now treads— th' exulting foe, 
 
 And desecrates the hero-graves. 
 Say, can we peace or honor know 
 
 While there the accursed banner wave8 ? 
 
 Dear are our homes, that smile afar ; 
 
 Oft in the weary soldier's dreams, 
 While resting from the toils of. war, 
 
 He sees the lightThat round them beams. ) 
 Dear are the loved and lovely maids 
 
 Shrii ed in the patriot soldier's heart ; 
 Yet, while the foe our land invades, 
 
 In vain the longing tear may start. 
 
 No! -let the despot's hireling band, 
 * Who feel not honor— know not faith, - 
 Who war not lor tneir native land, 
 
 Fly trembling from a dreaded death. \ 
 
 Our lives are to our country pledged, 
 
 Until her las' red field is won ; . 
 For " liberty or death" is waged 
 
 The war where fights her faithful .-on. 
 
 Then plant that flng-staii in the earth, 
 And round it rally, every son 
 
gjy 30 THE SOLDIER'S TRIZE SOJTQ0T1B. 
 
 C Who loves the State that gave him birth, 
 
 Till her proud sovereignty be won. 
 What though our limbs be weak with toil, 
 S ' What though we bear lull many a scar ; 
 
 Huzza ! here's to our native soil, 
 e-enlist, and for the war ■' 
 
 OUR FAITH. 
 
 Ji Y A . J. REQIMEK. 
 
 Not yet one hundred years have'flown 
 
 Since, on this very spot, 
 The subjects of a Sovereign throne — 
 
 Liege-masters of their lot, : 
 This high decree sped o'er the sea. 
 
 From council-board and tent. 
 " No earthly power can rule "the free 
 
 "Rut bv their own consent l w 
 
 this they fought as" Saxons figlit. 
 On bloody fields and long — 
 Themselves the champions of the right 
 
 And j udges of the wrong ; •' 
 For this their stainless knighthood wore 
 - The branded rebel's name, 
 Until the starry cross .they bore 
 Set all the skies aflame! " 
 > 
 
 i And States co-equal and distinct 
 
 < Outshone the Western sun. 
 
The Ashes of Glory. 
 
 BY A. .T. REQXJIEK. 
 
 Foa d up the goi'geous silken sun. 
 
 By bleeding martyrs blest. 
 And heap the laurels it lias won 
 
 Above its place of rest. 
 
 No trumpet's note need harshly blare, 
 
 No drum funereal roll. 
 Nor trailing sables drape the bier 
 
 That frees a dauntless soul. 
 
 It lived with Lee and decked his brow 
 From fate's empyreal palm ; 
 
 It sleeps the sleep of Jackson now, 
 As spotless and as calm. 
 
 It was outnumbered, not undone — 
 And they shall shuddering tell 
 
 Who struck the blow. Its latest gun 
 Flashed rain as it fell. 
 
 Sleep, shrouded ensign ! Not the breeze 
 
 That smote the victor tar 
 "With death across the heavenly seas 
 
 Of fiery Trafalgar — 
 
 Nor Arthur's Knights amid the gloom 
 Their knightly deeds have starred, 
 Nor Gallic Henry's matchless plume, 
 Nor peerless-born Bayard — 
 
 Not all that antique fables feign 
 And Orient dreams disgorge ; 
 
 Nor yet the silver cross of Spain 
 And lion of St. George 
 
 Can bid thee pale ! Proud emblem still 
 
 Thy crimson glory shines 
 Beyond the lengthened shades that fill 
 
 Their proudest kingly lines. 
 
 Sleep on, thine own historic might, 
 And be thy blazoned scroll ; 
 
 A warrior's banner takes its flight 
 
 To greet the warrior's soul. .- 
 
30 THE SOLDIER'S TRIZE SOI 
 
 Who loves the State that gave him birth, 
 
 Till her p^ud sovereignty be won. 
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 Themselves the champions of the right 
 
 And judges of the wrong ; - f 
 For this their stainless knighthood wore 
 
 The branded rebel's name, 
 Until the starry cross they bore 
 
 Set all the skies aflame ! 
 
 And States co-equal and distinct 
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the soldier's prize songster. 31 
 
 By one great charter interlinked — 
 
 Not blended into one; 
 Whose graven key that high decree 
 
 The grand inscription lent, 
 " No earthly power can rule the free 
 
 But by their own Cj 
 
 Oh, sordid age ! oh, ruthless rage ! 
 
 Oh, sacrilegious wrong ! 
 A- deed to blast the record-page, 
 And snap the strings of song : 
 In that great charter's name, a band 
 
 greed enticed, 
 Whose warrant is the grasping hand 
 . reeds without a Christ ! 
 
 States that have trampled every pledge 
 
 Its crystal code contains, 
 Xow give their swords a keener edge 
 
 To harness it with chains — 
 To make a bond of brotherhood 
 
 The sanction and the seal, 
 By which to arm a rabble brj ! 
 
 With- fratricidal steel. ' 
 
 Who, conscious that their cause is black. 
 
 In puling prose andrhyme, 
 Talk hatefully of love and tack • 
 
 Hypocrisy to crime : 
 Who smile andsneak, then * 'heave the gorge" 
 
 Or impotently frown : 
 

 32 THE SOLDIER'S PRIZE SONGSTER. 
 
 And call us*" rebels " with Kiug George 
 As if they wore his crown ! 
 
 Most venal of your venal race, 
 ) Who think you cheat the sky 
 
 With every pharisaic face 
 
 And simulated -lie ; S 
 
 Round Freedom's lair, witji weapons bare, c 
 > -'. We greet the light divine 
 
 Of those who throned the goddess t ~re, 
 
 And yet inspire the shrine ! C 
 
 Our loved ones' graves are at our feet, 
 Their homesteads at our back — 
 I No belted Southron can retreat S 
 
 With women on his track : 
 Peal, bannered host, the proud decree • > 
 
 Which from your fathers went, s 
 
 il No earthly power can rule the' free ) 
 
 ) But by their own consent.'' ' \ 
 
 RE-Ei\LISTED FOB THE WAR. 
 
 WliXY WALTON QRAIG — (m. W. CHAPMAN). 
 
 They bid us quit the hopeless strife, 
 They bid us lay our weapons by, 
 And they'll in mercy spare our life, 
 Although we're traitors doom'd to die ; 
 But hark the sound that comes from far, 
 " Re-enlisted for the war." 
 
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 TH« SOLDIER'S PRIZE SONGSTER. ^ 33 \tr% 
 
 And do the idiots dream that \.e 
 
 Wilt e'er our holy cause desert, £ 
 
 Or cease our struggle to be free, 
 And ev'ry freeman's right assert ? 
 Theo hark the watchword from aiW, 
 " Re-eoli*»ted for tfie w ur." 
 
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 5 From Texas to tl-u 
 
 < Wash'd by tin- broad At' $ 
 
 ( Oh, hark the watch ^ov.; 
 
 i M Re-en listed for " it 
 
 5 All glory to that g&:: 
 
 Of noble privates in the ranks! 
 { [n arms ihe patriot phalanx stanA 
 } And well deserve a nation's than 
 
 5 n Their watchword comes from near and far, c 
 •' Re-enlisted for the war." 
 
 And let the silent tear-drop fall 
 
 For those who die upon the field ; > 
 
 No more they answer duty's call ; 
 * With martyr blood their faith they've eo 
 Their dying watchword sounds afar, 
 v Re-enlisted for the war." 
 
 Full many a mother mourns a son, 
 
 Full many a wife is widow'd now ; 
 Of many a lost beloved one, 
 
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 Remorseless death I. ;he brow; 
 
 But still the watchword comes from far, 
 ■-enlisted for the war." 
 
 Were ever people yet subdued 
 
 Who knelt at such a saored shr; 
 With souls ao thoroughly imbued 
 With freedom's principle divine? 
 
 Whose watchword sound . -.far, 
 
 " I&enlierteJ for the war?" 
 
 Were ever yeoplc conquered yet 
 
 Whose trust in God has never awerv'df 
 Whose soil with freemen's blood is wet? • 
 . Whose hearts uuflinching courage uerv'd? 
 Whose watchword sounded near and far, 
 M Re-enlisted for the war?" 
 
 Mi SOLDIER SOI'. 
 
 BV L. B. OBAYSOX. 
 
 I am dreaming, oyer dreaming efa silver -sanded shore, 
 Where .the blue waves softly murmur as they roll forever more, 
 Where the sunbeams, brightly glowing, kiss the wavelets ae they flow, 
 And the scented breeze ia sighing .whore the orange flowers blow, 
 Till the music of its waters, with their cadence low, I hear, 
 As it mingles with the sighing breeze, and falls upon my (ear, 
 And I seem to breathe the odora that aro waftog from that jjhor^ 
 Where my heart is fondly turning, fondly turning evermore. 
 
 When the sunset mete iu glory, and the daylight softly die*, 
 , STUI thopuruie twilight deepens, and oVr til Uw splendor rte* 
 
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 ) As evening c • 
 
 / As I watch t n my «ight, 
 
 (Liketh'- • >i>y night, 
 
 > Wberf • 
 
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 ? There encara \ 
 
 ") And a soWfe* boy .v. i Sear to me, S 
 
 S Who, wish i ij hour of need, 
 
 } When uangi r threaten.' J, ut her S 
 
 v And tl B>r*, 
 
 b Wh> > . 
 
 c When the ara of night, 
 
 ) When angel <.•; - *• . 
 
 I While some are ••• me are loft to vrecj/ 
 
 \ When - 
 
 5 And my soldier hoy is keeping watch, or -lumbering on the ground, 
 
 <I am praylug heaven to guard from lil that siiver-snndod Bfa 
 
 k Whore my !• turning, fondly turning fy<Tmor> 
 
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 < THE MFTINO OF T5IB BANKER. S 
 
 Lift, atott ouf glorious banner. 
 Radiant with the Cross we love \ 
 
 Over mountain, vale, eavarfna, 
 Planet-gemmed, it floats above] 
 
 Through the storm and smoke of battle v 
 Like jin angel's wing, \\ wave?. 
 
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 Where the thunderous death-bolts rattle, 
 \ And the fiend of carnage raves I 
 
 ) Lift aloft that trophied glory, 
 
 s Let it fondle with the breeze ,- 
 
 c It shall live in deathless story, ! 
 
 7 7t shall gleam on foaming seas. 
 
 S Never, when our eyes behold it, 
 
 S Shall our hearts feel doubt or fear ; 
 
 Should we fall, oh ! comrades, fold it 
 Proudly round the soldier's bier ! 
 
 ; Thrice it shone on grim -Manassas, 
 
 Like a meteor from. afar , 
 Through Virginia's mountain passes, 
 5 It was aye our guiding star ; 
 
 Bharpsburg's blood-shot eyes beheld it,-— ) 
 
 Richmond, wilh her Seven Days; 
 ChicKamauga's breezes swelled it, — 
 Charleston still ita fold displays. * 
 
 Lighting up the Indian. ocean, 
 
 Flashing Gn Atlantic seas,— * 
 Now amid the Gulf's commotion, 
 
 Now before Pacific's breeze, 
 Dauntless champions proud y bear i.t, 
 
 Strikieg terror where they go ; 
 All the Northern navies fear it; 
 
 Symbol of defeat and woe 1 
 
 Lift it up, then, hallowed standard, 
 Scorched by fire and stained by blood 1 
 
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 I It shall bad iair freecdora's vanguard, 
 
 ? On the field and o'er the flood ; 
 
 > Here we vow by Heaven above us, ) 
 
 i Bv our mothers, sisters, wires, <> 
 
 By all tender hearts that love tUr, 
 , We'll protect it with our lives I • 
 
 THE tTNIFOUlTl OF GREY. 
 
 :•■■: KV . \^ ELBERT. • 
 
 The Briton boasts his coat of red, > 
 
 With lace and spangles deckel ;' \ 
 
 In garb of green, the French arc *< I 
 ' With gaudy colors flecked ; <> 
 
 The Yankees strut in dingy blue. J, 
 
 And epauletts display ; 
 
 Our Southern girls more proudly vigjr 
 The uniform of grey. 
 
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 That dre#s is worn by gallant heart* S 
 
 Who eVery foe defy, ) 
 
 Who stalwart stand, with battle brand, 
 To conquer or to die I 
 
 They fight for freedom, hope and home, 
 « And honor's voice obey, 
 
 And proudly wear where'er they roam 
 The uniform of grey. 
 
 What though 'tis stained with crimson hues, 
 And dim with dust and smoke, 
 
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 Bj balleio torn, and rent and shorn 
 \ By many a ho.-et.ile stroke ; 
 
 J> The inarch, the camp, the bivouac, 
 
 \ The onbet and the fray 
 
 Hut only serve more, dear to make 
 
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 Lid war's tiger 
 Ami . red; 
 
 ■Vheo in J. 
 ^ By valor's arm secured ;• 
 
 > The Sout^ will ktand, erect 
 
 And loft: s pay 
 
 To those who fyorehei I 
 The un 
 
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 Who'dared the focman's wrath. 
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 Lorena. 
 was tlae great sentimental song of tl 
 
 The years creep slowly by, Lorena: 
 
 The snow is on the grass again ; 
 The sun's low down the sky, Lorena : 
 
 The frost gleams where the flowers have been. 
 But the heart throbs on as warmly now 
 
 As when the summer days were nigh ; 
 Oh, the sun can never dip so low 
 
 Adown affection's cloudless sky. 
 
 A hundred months have passed. Lorena, 
 Since last I held that hand in mine, 
 And felt the pulse beat fast, Lorena, 
 
 Though mine beat faster far than thine. 
 A hundred months — 'twas flowery May, 
 
 When up the hilly slope we climbed. 
 To watch the dying of the day 
 
 And hear the distant church bells chimed. 
 
 We loved each other then, Lorena, 
 
 More than we ever dared to tell ; 
 And what we might have been, Lorena, 
 
 Had but our loving prospered well ! 
 But then, 'tis past, the years have gone, 
 
 I'll not call up their shadowy forms ; 
 I'll say to them, Lost years, sleep on. 
 
 Sleep on, nor heed life's pelting storms. 
 
 The story of the past, Lorena, 
 
 Alas ! I care not to repeat ; 
 The hopes that could not last, Lorena, 
 
 They lived, but only lived to cheat. 
 I would not cause e'en one regret 
 
 To rankle in your bosom now — 
 " For if we try we may forget," 
 
 Were words of thine long years ago. 
 
 Yes, these were words of thine. Lorena — 
 
 They are within my memory yet — 
 They touched some tender chords, Lorena, 
 
 Which thrill and tremble with regret. 
 'Twas not thy woman's heart which spoke — 
 
 Thy heart was always true to me ; 
 A duty stern and piercing broke 
 
 The tie which linked my soul with thee. 
 
 It matters little now, Lorena, 
 
 The past is in the eternal past : 
 Our hearts will soon lie low. Lorena, 
 
 Life's tide is ebbing out so fast. • 
 
 There is a future, oh, thank God! 
 
 Of life this is so small a part — 
 'Tis dust to dust beneath the sod. 
 
 But there, up there, 'tis heart to heart. 
 
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 £ Her silver light throwing * 
 
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 ) . On clgfer waters gtancii 
 
 c Along whose willowy raarj^ft-J'-rove. 
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 •re the lustre punll fail ; 
 
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 ie of the Vale. 
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 J> Gome ere the witchery fail 
 
 Come in thy splendor, so graceful and tender, 
 DeaV A^nie, sweet Annie of th* Vale. 
 
 Thy soldier-bard straying, 
 > . His lute now is playing, 
 
 . to stfothe with love's passionate spell ; 
 He leaves thee the morrow.. 
 And, lone in his sorrow, 
 >_n<he in thine ear his fondest furetvcli, 
 i ben come, come, love, come, 
 Come ere these echoes shall fail ; / 
 Oomg in thy splendor, so graceful and tender, 
 Do.r Arjnie, sweet Atinie of the Vale. 
 
 A \ii xi Y<>. banks and bi-a**.- f 
 ng the hi-lte and valleys low, 
 With arms that turn the slanting ray, 
 / Sec Che proud legions of the foe, 
 S Sign of another bloody day 1 
 
 - With spangled banners flaunting high, 
 With horse, and foot, and music grand, 
 ; With all yon po.inpt and pageantry, 
 I come to rnl? o^r snnny land. 
 
 Oh, Southern men, 'remember now 
 
 •use in which we s*and arrayed 1 
 
THE SOLBlER's PRIZE SONGSTER. 41 |^3 
 
 i Will you beneath their sceptre bow ! 
 
 f See those you love, their vassals made ? 
 
 { Bemember wrongs already done. 
 
 Our women scourged, homes wrapped in /lame, ) 
 I And swear that yonder rising sun 
 
 Shall set upon their flight, and abame ! 
 
 Be mindful of the glorious days, 
 When Stonewall Jackson planned and led,— \ 
 S We'll fight beneath his spirit's gazr, 
 
 'Neath that of all our hallowed dead. 
 Hark, 'tis the camion's owning roarU • 
 
 Now this (he prayfir we raise on high : 
 That we, before this day is o'er, 
 Maywjonquer. or like heroes, die 1. 
 
 LAiaisar mm mftmford. 
 
 7 Inscribed Jo ; i i Wi f 4 a u d h i I. -Inn. ( 
 
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 BY MISS J. M. 7'ORTBB. 
 
 (• Air—'- /tony Weafy .£%/' } 
 
 S Where murdered Mumford lir* ( 
 Bewailed in bitter sighe. 
 Low bowed beneath the flag he loved, j 
 > Martyrs of Liberty, 
 y . Defenders of the free ! 
 
 ^ Come humbly nigh S 
 
 *> i learn to die ! S 
 
£\) 42 • the soldier's prize songster. 
 
 Ah! Freedera on that Say 
 Turned fearfully away. 
 And pitying angels ling. 
 r > ; To gaze upon the sod 
 
 $ Stained with a hero's blood 1 
 
 While on. his bier 
 >" Fell woman's tear-! 
 
 Oh God! that he should die 
 
 Beneath a Souther 
 Upon a felon 's-gallows swir 
 
 •Murdered by. a tyrant's hand.. 
 While round a IreTjjTe'sa baiid 
 
 On Butler's v. 
 Breathed foul I" 
 
 * 
 But haik kid 
 
 From earth to vaulted sky i 
 He's crowned at Freedom's holy throne ! S 
 4 List .! swee! voiced Israfe! * 
 \ Tolls i ';; knelt! 
 
 Shout SouthrouH high S 
 
 Our battle cry 1 
 
 A 
 
 ho -at our iioro' bourne 
 Where women mourn 1 J 
 
 \ . Come, valiant sons, bow at E is shrine ; *S 
 
 ) Here, while devout we kneel, 
 
 Despots Our ht; u- shall feel! 
 C. For Liberty 3 
 
 ) .How sweet todi* '.. * 
 
THE SOLDIER 3 PRIZE 8ON0STBR. 43 ^5 
 
 Como ye of Southern blood, 
 Come kneel to Freedom's God I 
 
 Here, at her altars, vengeance a wear •> 
 As cursed forever more, 
 
 Spurn the vile flag he t 
 
 O'er Mumfo: I • <| 
 
 Our. ban zu 
 
 •Ian 
 
 tbrouo. — G;i 
 
 S3 
 
 V 
 
 Oh ! Mary, lc H! S 
 
 - I go to death and danger ; > 
 .1 go to meet in conflict fell 
 
 The proud invading sfrr . ; 
 
 I k 
 
 To break the ■ the brave, ( 
 
 rp 
 
 But weep not, low, for me ; 
 
 Remember, though we sever, 
 The patriot who falls will be 
 With gloiy crowned forever! 
 
 No luoi me, 
 
 The ' redly bright, j 
 
 t)e8ti o'er rne. 
 

 44 . the soldier's prize songster. ' Q§ 
 
 FORREST'S BATTLE€HOBI!^ 
 
 Respectfully dedicated to Major t /rest. ( 
 
 BY RE K KEN NA£0>\ ? 
 
 Qn ! our flag waves gladly o'er us, > 
 
 Flashing swords our way shall d 
 God 's with us, our cause victorious, 
 5 Foeraen dread th' avengers ncnr, ^>- 
 
 c On ! our flag waves gladly o'er us, 
 
 Flashing swords our way shall 
 5 God 'e with air, our cause vi, 
 
 s kfti; diead tL' av«iagi > 
 
 Comrades on ! the paid of glov/ 
 Woos us low with promise )> : 
 Ours a place in deathless story ; " « ' 
 
 Comrades on ! to do or^ie. 
 On ! our flag waves gladry 6*t 
 
 Flashing swords our way eh*!! 
 God 's with us, our cause \ kkori it, 
 Foemen dread th' Avengers war, 
 
 Brothers on ! our land is wa*- I 
 By a hireling ruffian throng ; 
 On ! ere those we love have tasted 
 Insult, death or nameless wrong. 
 On ! our flag waves gladly o'er us, 
 
 Flashing swords our way shall clear | 
 God 's with us", th*> foe hefore us, 
 Let them dread th' avengers near. 
 
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 ■ soldier's trtze songster, 45 
 
 S. .Southrons on ! no stain e'er rested 
 On our proud; chivilric name — 
 Scoff o*' vbfirde? race -detested- 
 
 •'aRce, home and fame ! 
 On i our flag wave* gladly o'er us, 
 g swordfl, our way shall 
 
 > 
 
 Fo the ' 
 
 With a radrapee" pure ami tender, 
 
 Siiine oh » v.lden'd moon ; 
 Dead upon the field of glory, 
 
 Hero fit, for den* and story, 
 JLies our bold dragoon. 
 
 Well they learn'd, whose hands have slain him» 
 
 braver, knightlier foe 
 
 •r fonght with Moor or Paynim, 
 
 Rode at Templeetowe ; — 
 With a mien how high and joyous • J 
 
 'Gainst the hordes that would destroy us S 
 Went he forth, we' know. £ 
 

 £§ 46 THE soldier's prize sonoster. 
 
 Nevermore, alas ! shall sabre 
 
 Gleam around his crest : 
 Fought his fight, i'ulfill'd hie labor, - 
 
 Still'd his manly breast, 
 All unheard sweet nature's cadeuce, 
 
 Trunip of lame and voice of maiden*, 
 "Now he takes his rest 
 
 Earth, that all too soon hath bound him, 
 
 gently wrap his clay ; 
 Linger lovingly around hint, N 
 
 Light of dying day ; 
 Softly fall ye. summer showers ; 
 
 Birds and bees among the fiov?er* ; 
 Make the gloom seem gay. 
 
 there, throughout the coming age^> * 
 
 When his sword is rust, 
 With his deeds in classic pages. 
 
 Mindful of her trust. 
 Shall Virginia, bending lowly. 
 
 Still a ceaseless vigil holy 
 Keep above hie dust 
 
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£VJ THE- SOLDIER'S PRIZE SONGSTER* 47 [aF 
 
 The Sonthcvn Maiden to Iter Valentine. 
 
 • BY MARGARITA J. CANED . 
 - AIR— Ity Ions r?,*v H t';- 
 
 I give to ;hoe, my soldier dear. 
 
 •My bosom's love and faith — 
 A faith that eia&noi falter, till 
 
 This heart be cold in death ; 
 I do not, with them, offer now 
 
 The hand I keep for thee ; 
 No marriage bells must ring for ua 
 
 Till our dear land is free, '^ 
 
 Go forth into the field, beloved 1 
 
 My love thy shield shall be, 
 While in the home thy valor guarda 
 
 I watch and wait for thee. 
 Strike at thy country's hated foel — 
 
 I'll be a here's bride ; 
 Or if in death thou liest low, 
 
 I'll mourn for thee with pride. 
 
 Now, now, while freedom's trumpets blow, 
 
 While freedom's banners wave, 
 And call on all to meet the foe, 
 
 Shrink not thou, Southern brave I 
 Home, Hope and Honor bid the forth, — 
 . Fame's heralds wait on thee ; 
 - The maid thou lov'st for thee shall twine 
 I The wreath of victory. 
 
 »_..,; ;,. ' ... . .,.$ 
 
§§ 48 tZK SONGSTER. ^ 
 
 S Sha: an/, shrinking from the war, 
 
 Fly trembling and afraid? 
 
 ( Let not that wretched coward dare 
 
 *> Address a Southern'maid; 
 
 j Our hearts are only for the brave, 
 
 Our hands are for the free ; 
 March on where glory 'a banners wave, 
 
 March on to victory ! 
 
 ♦•TRY CS!" 
 
 Seng ef the Quitman Fe ) 
 
 BY FRANCIS BAKER, CfiCEAfflET). 
 
 Our maiden banner courts the wind: 
 
 Its stars are beaming o'er us ; £ 
 
 Each radiant fold, now unconfined, s 
 
 Is floating free before us. X 
 
 It bears a motto proud and high, 
 
 For those who dare defy us ; 
 And loud shall be our slogan-cry, 
 
 Whene'r they come to " Try Us." 
 
 * The hallowed ray that freedom gave, 
 
 To cheer the gloom that bound us, 
 And thone in beauty o'er the brave, 
 
 Still brightly beams around us. 
 The day our fathers .bnavely won 
 
 Shall long be greeted, by us ; 
 And loudly through our ranks shall run 
 
 The gallant war-cry, " Try Us. 1 ' 
 
'OJ' . THfi BOLPIER'S PRK3 SONGSTER. 49 [^f 
 
 -Now fill the wine-cup" to the brim, . . 
 ) t Fill, fill the ruby treasure ; 
 
 Pour one libation forth to Him, 
 
 Nor stint the burniug measure. 
 Ami o'er th« board, or in the field. 
 
 His spirit shall be nigh us ; 
 Ebe patruri - ope, th'e soldier's shield, < 
 
 Whc come to "Try Ua% ,} 
 
 TKon give our banner to the wind. 
 
 It's stars are'beaming 0"er us, 
 Its maiden folds now unconfined 
 
 A.re floating free before us ; 
 It bears a motto proud and high, 
 
 For those who dare defy us ; 
 And loud shall be our slogan-cry,* 
 
 Whene'er they come to u «Try Us." 
 
 OUR COUNTRY'S ENSK^TC. 
 
 BY THE ABTHOR OF "SOUTHLAND," THE PRIZE SONG, < 
 
 Air — " Spcii'Ming and bright." 
 Spotless and fair, in. morning air 
 
 Our lilly-hued flagjs streaming ; 
 And on it spread, in blue and .red, 
 
 The starry gemmed Cross is beaming ! 
 
 Then gladly greet that standard-sheet <, 
 With music's swelling chorus"; 
 * No spirit can fail, nor timidly quail, ? 
 With that bright symbol o'er us ! ; S 
 
50 THE SOLDIER'8 PRIZE SONGSTER. 1^ 
 
 — _^~: jo ' *^ 
 
 Floating aloft, in battle oft 
 We have seen it proudly waving, 
 • While round it fell, bomb, ball and shell, 
 Where l?avoc's red fiends were raving! 
 Then gladly greet that standard-sheet 
 
 With music's swelling chorus ; 
 No spirit can fail, nor timidly quail, 
 With that bright symbol o'er us I 
 
 Foemen shall fly when it on high 
 Exhibits it stainless splendors, 
 They cannot stand the lightning brand 
 Of Liberty's brave defenders J- 
 
 Then gladly greet that standard sheet 
 
 •With music's swelling chorus ; 
 No spirit can fail nor timidly quail, 
 With that bright symbol o'er us! 
 
 Banner of white, so pure ancl bright, 
 
 By beauty's fair fingers woven, 
 Her starry eyes begem thy dyes, 
 And oft thy prowess have proven"! 
 
 Then gladly greet that standard-sheet) 
 
 With music's swelling chorus; 
 No spirit can fail nor timidly quail 
 With that bright symbol o'er us ! 
 
 Stream on l^stream on 1 child of* the sun 1- 
 Chaste emblem of national glory! — 
 
THE"sOLDIER'8 PRIZE SONGSTER. 
 
 "sfiS 
 
 Thy field so white shall sooa glow bright b 
 With triumph's immortal story ! / 
 
 Then gladly greet that'standard-sheet ( 
 
 With music's swelling chorus ; 
 No spirit can fail nor timidly quail 
 With that bright symbol o'er us ! 
 
 A CRY TO ARMS. 
 
 BY HENRY TIM ROD. 
 
 Ho ! woodsmen of the mountain side ! 
 
 Ho ! dwellers in the vales ! 
 Ho ! ye who by the chafing tide, 
 
 Have roughen'd in/he gales ! 
 Leave barn and byre, leave kin and cot. 
 
 Lay by the bloodless spade,- 
 Let desk, and case, and counter rot, 
 
 And burn your books of trade ! 
 
 The despot roves your fairest lands, 
 
 And till he flies or fears, 
 Your fields must grow but armed hands, 
 
 Your sheaves be sheaves of spears ! 
 Give up to mildew and to rust 
 v The useless tools of gain ; 
 And feed your country's sacred dust 
 
 With floods of crimson rain 1 
 
 Come with the weapons at your call, 
 With musket, pike or kniie ; 
 
 M 
 
|5] 52 the soldier's rn i. ..it. • 
 
 He wields the deadliest blade of all 
 
 Who lightest holds his life. 
 The arm that drives its unbought blows 
 
 With all a patriot's scorn, '.— 
 Might brain a tyrant with a rose, 
 
 Or stab him with a thorn ! 
 Does any falter? let him turn 
 
 To some brave maiden's eyes, 
 And catch the holy fires that barn 
 • ' 'In those sublunar skies. 
 Oh ! could you like your women feel, 
 
 And in their "spirit march, 
 A day might see your lines of steel 
 
 Beneath the victor's arch ! - 
 
 What hope, God! would not grow warm 
 S When thoughts like these give cheer? 
 
 J ' The lily calmly braves the storm, 
 
 And shall the palm tree fear ? I 
 
 I No ! rather let its branches court 
 <J The rack that sweeps the p]ain ; 
 
 And from the lily's regal port 
 Learn how to breast the strain. 
 S Ho! woodsmen of the mountain's side ! 
 
 < Ho ! dwellers in the vales! 
 
 ) Ho ! ye, who by the roaring tide 
 
 Have roughened in the gales ! 
 Come ! flocking gaily to the right, 
 
 From forest, hill, and lake ! 
 We battle for our country's right, 
 And for the lily's sake ! 
 
THE SOLDIER'S PRI2TE SONGSTER. 53 [2§ 
 
 THE LONE STAR FLAG. 
 
 HV H. j 
 
 Up with the l.one'Star banne-. 
 
 Its' hues are still as bright 
 As* when its glories braved the brc 
 
 At San Jacinto's fight : 
 Its fluttering folds in triumph wave! 
 
 O'er many a gory brow : 
 The freedom that was couquered then. 
 
 Will not be yielded now. 
 
 The honorof that Lone Star rV. . £ 
 
 That floats the blue above, 
 Is held as dear by Texan hearty \ ( 
 
 As that of her they love ; 
 And not .a stain shall dim its hues, \ 
 
 While yet a man remains 
 To save this flower-girdled land ) 
 
 From ignominious chains. 
 
 That banner, with the single stai, 
 
 Is Freedom's favored sign ; c 
 
 Beneath its unpolluted folds ) 
 
 Her purest glories shine ; S 
 
 And in the whirlwind and the storm, I 
 
 Amid the crash and jar, - \ 
 
 Her brightest hope still rests upon 5 
 
 That solitary star. ■ 
 
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 54 THE SOLDIER'S rRIZE SONGSTER. \<r 
 
 THE SEA-KINGS OF THE SOUTH. 
 
 ) Full many have sung of the victories our warriors have won, 
 
 c From Bethel by the eastern tide to sunny Galveston — 
 
 b On fair Potomac's classic shore, by sweeping Tennessee, 
 
 ) Hill, rock and river, shall tell forever the vengeance of the free. 
 
 X .The air still rings withjhe cannon shot, with battle's breath is warm, i 
 v Still on the hills their swords liave saved, our legions wheel and form, 
 ? And Johuston, Beauregard and Lee] -mid all their gallant train, 
 ) Wait yet at their head, *in silence dread, the hour to charge again. 
 
 ? But a ruggoder field than the mountain side, a broader field than the * 
 s plain, } 
 
 ) Is spread fof the fight in t'ho stormy wave ;md the. globe-embracing <> 
 (. maiu ; ) 
 
 \ -"Tis there the keel of the goodly ship must trace the fate of the land, / 
 S For the name ye write in the sea foam white, shall first and longest^ 
 ) stand. 
 
 S. For centuries on centuries, since erst the hollow tree 
 
 ) Was launched by the lone mariner on some primeval sea, 
 
 ? Nc stouter stuff than the heart of oak, or light elastic pine,. 
 
 \ Had ventured beyond the shallow shoal, to pass the burning Line. 
 
 ? The naiad and the dryad met in billow and in spar. ; j 
 
 <> The forest fought at Sularuis, the proves at Trafalgar ; 
 
 ) Old Tubal Cain had sweated again to forge the brand and ball, 
 
 (But failed to frame the mighty hull that hold eufortrwsed all. 
 Six thousand years had left it for our uobler tars to show, 
 That iron was to ride the waves and timber sink below; , 
 
 } The waters bland that welcomed first the white man to our shore, 
 S Columbus of an iron world, the brave Buchanau, bore. 
 
 ^ Not gun for gun, but forty to one, the odds he had to meet ! 
 S One craft untried of wind or tide to board the haughty fleet ! 
 
THE SOLDIER'S PRIZE SONGSTER. 
 
 Above her honored relics now the billows break and pour, 
 But the glory of that wondrous day Is hers for evermore ! 
 
 See yonder speck on the uiist Bo <ar, as dim as in a dream ! 
 
 Anear it speeds. There arc masts like reeds, aud a tossing plume of < 
 
 steam 
 
 Fleet, fierce and gaunt, with bows aslant, She dashes proudly on ;— ' 
 Whence and whither, her prey to gather, the foe shall learn anon. 
 
 Oh 1 wide and green is her hunting park, and plentiful the game 1 
 From the restless bay of old Biscay, to the Carib sea she came. 
 The catchers of the whale she caught ; swift Ariel overhauled ; 
 And mado Hatteras know the hardest blow that ever a tar appalled. 
 
 She bears the name of a noble-State, and .sooth she bears it well. 
 To us she hath made it a word of pride — to the Northern ear a knell 
 To the Puritan in his busy mart, the Puritan on his deck, •' 
 With Alabamn, visions start of ruin, woe aud wreck. 
 
 In vain' his lubberly squadrons round her magic pathway swoop, 
 Admiral, Captain, Commodopo, in gunboat, frigate, Blobp I 
 Save to snatch a prize or a foe chastise, as their feeble art she foils, 
 She scorns a point from her course to veer, to baffle all their toils. 
 
 Aud bravely hath her sister-ship begun her young caterer. 
 
 Already hath her gentle name become a name of fear ; — 
 
 The name that breathes of the orange bloom, of soft lagoons that roll, 
 
 Round the home of the Rontan of the West— -the unconquercd Seminole. 
 
 Like the Albatross and the, tropic-bird, 'forever on the wing. 
 For- them nor night nor breaking morn may rest or shelter bring ; 
 AW drooping from the weary cruise, or shattered from the fight, 
 No dear home-haven opes to them its arms with welcome bright 
 
 Then side by side in our love and pride, bo our men of the laud and sea \\ 
 The fewer these, the sterner task, the greater their guerdon be ! 
 The fairest wreath of amaranth, the fairest hands shall twine, 
 For the brows of our preux chevaliers^the Bayards of the brine. 
 
^J 50 THE SOLDIER'S PRIZE SONGSTER. \£ 
 
 The "trta 
 
 As long shall live in the -' "it-stirring stave. 
 
 As hath the Red Cn ag of Thor, 
 
 Or the flag of the sea, wlmtoVr it h>\ that oa er unfurled to « 
 
 Theji float fall high to their parent 
 
 Where'er the dark-hulled foethao a towers 
 
 Speak for the right, for the truth and light, tttriugh thp gun's ( 
 
 unmuzzled mouth. 
 And the fcnte of the : 
 
 LAND OF MYFATHHRS. 
 By ,\. ■■■ 
 
 Fair, land of my father* ! 
 
 Bright clime of the .sun ! — 
 Whose mountains and meadows 
 
 By valor were won. 
 
 In the days long ago, 
 
 When the tyranqus foe 
 Came over the waters his" prowess to show, — 
 
 Thy sons will maintain 
 
 What their ancestors gave, 
 
 Or, sleep every one 
 
 In a patriot's grave'! 
 
 Fair land oi the Southron, 
 
 By Washington won. 
 By Pinckney, and Sumter, 
 
 And stout Marion : 
 
 Baptized with their blood. 
 
 In battle's red flood, 
 
« 
 
 ^] 'THE SOLDIIR's PRIZE SONGSTER. 57 {g§ 
 
 When tyrants around tliem in grim phalanx stood ..S 
 Thou still must be free, 
 Tree from -centre to shore. * 
 
 Or life's purple current 
 For -thee we will pour '. 
 
 What though the dark despot*, — 
 
 The scum of the North 
 Now press round thy border-. 
 
 Now tread on thine earth, — 
 > We'll rise in full might. 
 
 For the field and the fight, 
 And strike for wives, children, God, freedom and'' 
 
 Neath the flag of the Cross. ' [right ! \ 
 
 With its stars all aglow, 
 
 We'll swoop on the rank* 
 
 Of the infidel foe ! J 
 
 <! Sure lie, who the nations 
 
 In justice. doth sv 
 
 Will guard u's and guide us 
 
 - In battle's dread day. 
 His children He led 
 When from Egypt they tied. 
 
 And left in the Red Sea their enemies, dead ! 
 A new Pharaoh now 
 
 Seeks to vanquish this land, — \ 
 
 Oh God ! hurl him down <[ 
 
 With thv thunder-nerved hand ! } 
 
 J8 
 
58 the soldier's prize songster. 
 
 Yes, land of my fathers! S 
 
 Dear home of my hope ! \ 
 
 Bright land of the future !— , C 
 
 Thou yet shall stand up 
 Triumphant and .«trong, 
 In battle and song, . S 
 
 The victor and queen of the jubilant throng ! <> 
 
 Far down through the years ( 
 
 I see thy states rise, ) 
 
 Independent and free, 
 With their domes. in the skies! 
 
 THE SOLDIER'S HEART. 
 
 BY F. P. BEAUFORT. 
 
 The trumpet callr. and I must go ? 
 
 To meet the vile invading foe ; ; > 
 
 But listen, dearest, ere we part— 
 Thou hast, thou hast the soldier's heart ! 
 
 It could not be so true to thee ; t 
 
 Were it not true to Liberty; 
 Far rather fill a solder's grave 
 Than live a dastard and a slave! • 
 
 Thine eyes shall light dark danger's path, 
 The gloomy camp, the foeman's wrath ; 
 Above the battle'3 ifiery storm, 
 I shall behold thy beauteous form ! 
 
 m . ....a 
 
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 1BE SOLDIER'S PRIZE SONGSTER. 59 
 
 With thoughts of thee for thy dear sake, 
 -Redoubled efforts I will make ; 
 And strike with an avenging hand 
 For lady-love and native land ! 
 
 Xhen fare thee well, the -trumpet's sound 
 Commands me to the battle-ground ; 
 But listen, dearest,' ere we part— 
 Thou hast, thou hast the soldier's lLeart! 
 
 MY WIFE AND CHILD. 
 
 BY GEN\ HENRY R. JACKSON, OV GEORGIA. 
 
 The tattoo beaU% the lights are gone, 
 
 The camp around in slumber lies ; 
 The night with solemn pace moves on. 
 
 And sad, uneasy thoughts arise. 
 I think of thee, oh, dearest one ! 
 
 Whose love my early life hath West ; 
 Of thee and him, our baby son, 
 
 Who slumbers on thy gentle breast. 
 
 Hod ot the tender, hover near 
 
 To her whose watchful eye is wet; 
 The mother, wife — the doubly dear — 
 
 And cheer her drooping spirits yet. 
 Now, while she kneels before Thy throne, 
 
 Oh t teach her, Ruler of the Skies ! 
 No tear is wept to Thee unknown, 
 
 No hair is lost, no sparrow dies : 
 
CO THE SOLDIER'S TRI/E SONGSTER* 
 
 That thou car. i ruthless hand 
 
 Of darkjdisea 'ne its pain ; 
 
 Thai only by Thy -tern command - 
 The bafffl i ifn! 
 
 l'y day, hy night — in joy or woe — 
 By fears oppressed, or hopes beguiled. 
 
 From every danger, every Joe, 
 <)*li. Cod! protect my wife and child ! 
 
 STONEWALL JACKSON'S WAY. > 
 
 Come, stack arms, men ! pile on the rails, 
 
 Stir up the camp fire bright. 
 No matter if the canteen fails, 
 
 We'll make a roaring night ! 
 - liere Shenandoah brawls along. 
 There burly Blue Ridge echoes &[■■• 
 To swell the brigade's rousing s,oiig 
 
 Of "Stonewall Jackson's Way." 
 
 We-see him now— the old slouched hat 
 
 Cocked o'er hi-s eyes askew ; 
 The shrewd dry smile — the speeda so pat- - 
 
 So calm, so blunt, so true. 
 The "B^^^tJftdinr^ knows 'em well; < 
 Says he* "That's Banks— he's f'on.d of shell. ? 
 Lord save his soul !— we'll give him "—well : 
 . That's "Stonewall Jackson's way." 
 
 ■- 
 
 Silence! ground arms ! ftneel all ! caps off! ) 
 "Old Blue-Light's going to pray. 
 
TUE soldier's ,i 61 [g 
 
 Strangle the fool that dare's to acoff ! 
 
 Attention 1 it's Ins way V 
 Appealing from his native s 
 In /• ■■ rls u to God — ' 
 
 ) u Lay bare thine arm — stretch forth thine r<_ 
 
 Amen!" T1 [ -vonewall's way ! " 
 
 '> 
 
 5 
 
 <J . Hc's-i- the ■<M!u now'! Fall in ! 
 
 Steady ! the whole 'brigade ! 
 $ , Hill's at .the ford) 'cut oiT: we'll win 
 His way out, ball and blade. 
 What matter if our shoes are worn .' 
 What matter if our feet arc torn ? 
 \ " Quick step ! we'ra^vitli him ere the morn ! " ?■ 
 > - That's- '! Stonewall Jackson's way." 
 
 ■ The sun's bright lances rout the mists 
 Of morning — and, by George"! 
 Here's Longstreet, struggling in the lists. 
 
 Hemmed in an ugly gorge. 
 Pope and his Yankees, whipped before; 
 '-' jBay'nets and grape ! " hear Stonewall roar: I 
 " Charge, Stuart !— pay off Ashby 's score V" • \ 
 Is ''Stonewall Jackson's w'avv' 
 
 Ah ! maiden, wait and watch, and yearn 
 For, news of Stonewall's band. 
 
 Ah ! widow, read with eyes that burn 
 That ring upon thy. hand! 
 
 "•%/"\r>"\/'\>'N 
 
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 62 the soldier's prize songster. 
 
 Ah ! wife, sew on, pray on, hope on 
 Thy life s'hall not be all forlorn. 
 The foe had better ne'er been born 
 That gets in Stonewall's way ! v 
 
 THE DRU7DI£R-BOY OF SHILOIf. 
 
 Qn Shiloh'sdark and bloody ground 
 
 The dead and wounded lay ; 
 Amongst them was a drummer-boy. __ 
 
 Who beat the drum that day. , 
 A wounded soldier held him up, ■ 
 
 His drum was by his side, 
 He clasped his hands, then raised his eyes, 
 
 And prayed before he died. 
 
 "Oh, Mother!" said the dying boy, 
 
 " Look down from Heaven on me, - 
 Receive me to thy fond embrace, 
 
 Oh, take me home to thee. 
 I've loved my country and my Grod, 
 
 To serve them both I've tried." 
 He smiled, shook hands, Death seized the boy, ' 
 
 Who prayed before he died. 
 
 Each soldier wept then like a child — 
 Stout hearts were they, and brave ; 
 
 The flag his winding-sheet, God's Book 
 The key unto his grave. 
 
 They wrote upon a single board 
 , These words: " This is a guide 
 
THE SOLDIER^ PRIZE SONGSTER. 
 
 To those who'd mourn the Drummer-Boy," 
 , Who prayed before he died. 
 
 Ye angele round the throne of grace, 
 
 Look down upon the braves 
 Who fought and died on Sbiloh's plain, 
 
 Now slumbering in their graves. 
 How many homes made desolate, ■ 
 
 How many hearts have sighed, 
 How many like that Dn nmer-Boy, 
 
 Who prayed before he died ! 
 
 MY LOVE AND I. 
 
 T,Y AS-.. H.ARTZ. . 
 
 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. 
 
 My love her daily dinner takes in state — 
 
 And so do I (?) ; 
 The richest viands flank her silver plate — 
 
 Coarse grub have I ; ' 
 Pure wines she sips at ease, her thirst to slake — 
 I pump my drink from Erie's limpid lake ! 
 
 My love has all the world at will to roam — 
 Three acres I ; 
 
64 THE soldikrV prjzb songster. 
 
 
 < She goes abroad or quiet sits at home — 
 
 So cannot 1 ; 
 j Bright angels wafch around her couch at night — ) 
 'A Yank, witli, loaded gun, keeps me in sight. 
 
 A thousand weary miles now stretch between 
 
 My love and I ; 
 To her, this wintry night, ©old, calm, serene, 
 I waft a sigh ; 
 <J And hope, with all my earnestness of soul, S 
 
 /.To-morrow's mail may bring my parole! 
 
 5 * r* 
 
 <> There's 'hope ahead ! We'll one day meet again, ^ 
 y ' My love and I ; . 
 
 < We'll wipe away all tears of sorrow then. , 
 
 / Her lovelit eye, ( 
 
 > Will all my many troubles then beguile, 
 
 < And keep this wayward reb. from Johnston's Isle.; 
 ? • < 
 
 THE WAR-CHILD. 
 
 1>V ANDERSON. 
 
 Awake ! 'tis the call of the bugle, awake ! 
 
 Ho, Sergeant ! go see to your steed — 
 Ere tlie morning light in the East snail break 
 
 There'll be many a gallant deed ! fc 
 Mount ! mount 1 and away on the toilsome march! 
 
 Our spirits are gay and light — 
 ♦General Wheeler. 
 
J^j THE SOLDIER'S PRIZE SONGSTER. 65 (p5 
 
 £ Hurrah ! hurrah ! there is sport ahead, 
 '<| For the War-child rides to-night ! 
 
 \ 
 
 jj Thro' the aisles of the forest dark and grand, 
 
 Wfrfefe the meadows are ever gay ; 
 Thro' the tangled paths of the w'ld woodland 
 
 We wiH wind on our silent 7ay, 
 ) And long ere the earliest e ars go down, 
 
 We will light us a glorious lamp. 
 I And will laugh as the hated foe shall wake 
 
 In the flames of his burning eainp ! 
 
 . 
 
 ) Ahl the devil \v 111 chuckle with joy full soon, 
 For there's blood in the War-chld's eye, 
 
 S And drath will ride out in the dark of the moouv 
 To where the foe Numbering lie, 
 
 !> And to-morrow a shadow will be on their land,; 
 
 > And their people will wildly rave 
 
 \ For the sleepers whose sleep will be broken tc-night^ 
 By the clutch of the hungry gn-.ve ! 
 
 ) In the front ©f the fight, in the face of the foe.; 
 
 ( At the rear midst battle's thunder — 
 
 I 'Tis there that the flash oi our swords is seen 
 
 As we rend their ranks asunder I 
 J> 'Tis there that our little. chief maketh his home, \ 
 
 And the enemy ever hath found us — 
 'Tis there where the vauh of the skv is our roof > 
 
 And our couches the heather around us ! \ 
 
 Then humh foronr chief! hurrah for our cause 1 ? 
 Hurrah ! for our glorious banner 1 ? 
 

 I C6 THE SOI UK'S TKIZE SONGSTER. p 5. 
 
 It shall float ere the blossoming of the leaf 
 (>"• 'i* each vale of our land and savannah ! 
 
 ! : .' for the spoils which our coming await ! ) 
 
 Hurrah ! boots and saddles ! at last we are off! I 
 Mount! mount! 'tis the bugler's call. \ 
 
 1¥ IIBYIAND 
 
 BY' JAMES K. RANDALL. 
 
 , ( The despot's heel is on thy shore,' 
 
 < Maryland ! 
 . temple door. 
 
 Man land ! 
 A.venge the patriotic gore 
 Thftt swept o'er gallant Baltimore, 
 ( And be the battle-queen of yore, 
 Mar viand! My Mary la 
 
 Hark ! to a wand'rinj* son's appeal, 
 ( Maryland I 
 
 < My Mother-State, to thee I kneel, 
 
 > Maryland ! 
 
 \ For life and death, tor woe and weal, 
 
 < Thy peerless chivalry reveal, 
 
 I And gird thy beauteous limbs with steelr 
 \ Maryland ! My Maryland ! 
 
 S Thou wilt not cower in the dust, 
 
 ( Maryland ! 
 
THE SOLDIER'S PRIZE SONGSTER. C7 
 
 Thy beaming sword shall never rust, 
 Maryland ! 
 Remember Carroll's sacred trust, 
 Remember Lloward's.war-like thru 
 And all thy slumbercrs with the ju 
 
 Maryland! My -Maryland ! 
 
 s Come ! 'tis the red dawn of the clay, 
 
 < Man land '. 
 ( Come with thy panoplied array, 
 ) Mary Ian. I ! 
 \ "With Ringgolu'.s spirit for the fray, 
 ( With Watson'& blood at Monterey, 
 \ "With fearless Lowe and dashing May, 
 
 < Man land ! My Maryland ! 
 
 JjBear Mother, burst the tyrant's chain, 
 S Maryland ! 
 
 X Virginia should not call in vain,. 
 / Maryland ! 
 
 S She meets her sisters on the, plain ; 
 \ "Sic Semjier," 'tis the proud refrain 
 
 That baffles minions bak again, 
 
 Maryland ! 
 
 Arise in majesty aga.u, 
 
 Maryland ! My Maryland ! 
 
 Cornel lor thy shield is bright and strong, 
 
 Maryland ! 
 Come ! for thy dalliance does thee wrong. 
 S * Maryland! 
 
35) 68 THB SOLDIER'S TRIZK SONG8TER. \^J 
 
 Come to thine own heroic throng, 
 That 8ta!ka with liberty along, 
 And gave a new Key to thy song, 
 
 Maryland! My Mary fend J 
 
 I see the blush upon thy cheek, 
 
 . Maryland! 
 But thou wast ever bravely meek, 
 
 Maryland 1 
 But lol there surges forth a shriek 
 From hill to hill, from creek to creek — 
 ? Potomac calls to Cheaspoake, 
 
 Maryland I My Maryland"! 
 
 ) Thou wilt not yield the Vandal toll, 
 
 Maryland ! 
 I Thou wilt not crook to his control, 
 
 Maryland ! 
 Better the fire upon thee roll, 
 Better the shot, the- blade, the bowl, 
 Than crucifixion of the soul, 
 
 Maryland I My Maryland ! 
 
 J> I hear the distant thunder-hum, 
 
 S Maryland 1 
 
 \ The Old Line's bugle, fife and drum, 
 
 ^ Maryland ! 
 
 She is not dead, nor deat, nor duml>, 
 Huzza 1 she spurns the Northern scum 1 
 She breathes— she burns 1 she'll come ! she'll come! 
 Maryland ! My Maryland ! 
 
PQ THE SOLDIBR'a PRIZE SONGSTER. 69 ^ 
 
 OEORQI A. 
 
 BY JAQU38 JOURNOT. 
 
 Blessings oq thee, Land of Beauty, 
 
 Sleeping in a sunny clime I 
 Blessings on thy hilla and valleys — 
 
 I «nvoke them in my rhyme! 
 Far and wide my steps may wander, 
 
 Fairer scenes may meet my eye?, 
 But my soul will cherish ever. 
 
 Memories of thy glorious skies. 
 
 Northward, 'gainst the quiet heavens, 
 
 .Thy b'ue mountain barriers rise, 
 And above thy foaming torrents 
 
 Glow the Iris' radiant dyes ; 
 There Tallulah dashes madly 
 
 Through the ^unlered granite hills. 
 And a sense of aw ul beauty 
 
 All the gazer's being fills. 
 
 And Tocooa, haunt of fairies, 
 
 And Nacooche's valley sweet, 
 Where the shining Chattahoochee 
 
 Stars and sunshine love to greet ; 
 And Mount Yonah soaring proudly, 
 
 Where the winds are pure and free, 
 Wafts a greeting on their pinions, 
 
 To his neighbor 0.<.rrah^e, 
 
70 ' THE SOLDIER'S PRIZE SONGSTER. j 
 
 Thine the Mountain Rock of Gfranite, 
 • Rising 'mid thy fertile plains — 
 
 Nature's everlasting watchtower, 
 
 Looking o'er thy wide domains ; 
 Looking northward to the mountains- 
 Southward o'er savannas wide, 
 Wherethrough dark lagoons and marshes, j 
 Flows the Altamah.a's tide. 
 
 Thine the lovely Forest City, 
 
 Bonavent arc's wealth of shade — 
 
 I Classic Athens — seat of learning ; 
 
 ;' And Augusta's mart of trade ; . S 
 
 Macon shines, and fair Columlii*. j 
 
 \ And, Atlanta's busy street, < 
 
 And the pride of Home the western, < 
 
 Where fair Coosa's waters meet. ^ 
 
 But thy- proudest treasures, Georgia. S 
 
 Are thy ftons, so brave and true — \ 
 
 And thy gentle, bright-eyed Daughters, '■ 
 
 > 
 
 > Who with love our souls imbue 
 
 > 
 
 Thine the valiant and the lovely — 
 
 Manhood's strength and woman's charms — ) 
 And thy Homea adorned by Beauty. 
 Guarded sre bv Valor's arm?. > 
 
T1TE SOLDIER S PRIZE SONGSTER. 
 
 ji& 
 
 i:V \. VEX ' 
 
 Misouri I Missouri 1 bright Queen of the West ! 
 Of all that is lovely in nature possessed : 
 Of flower-decked prairie, of river and rill, 
 • Of broad fertile meadow, and forest-crowned hill ■ 
 Where hamlet and homestead, ? mid orchards of green?.] 
 And tall-steepled cities in splendor, are seen : — 
 How peerless thou wert, in the days long ago, 
 
 Ere trod o'er thy borders the feet of the foe ! 
 s 
 
 . Missouri ! Missouri ! nay dear mother Si.au , 
 How fallen thy fortunes, how sad is thy fate ! 
 The storm-tide of battle sweeps over thy plains \ 
 
 \ Thy fair limbs are fettered by tyranny's chains ; 
 
 I The sword and the faggot have blasted thy pride : S 
 The blood of thy children thy soil has dyed; J 
 
 The human hyenas now howl 'round thy shore, ' 
 And o'er thee the vultures insatiate*roar ! 
 
 Missouri ! Missouri ! how often in dreams, 
 The exile revisits thy beautiful streams ! 
 The cottage he sees, where his forefathers dwelt! 
 ■ The hearth, 'round whose circle hie fair sisters knelt! . 
 S The grave where, by moonlight, he told his first love! [> 
 5 The graves of his kin, with the white stones above 1 s 
 < The spoiler is 'mid them,— great God ! can it be. \ 
 > Pollution like this is permitted by thee ! ) 
 
 ^X~ * - wa 
 
8 72 
 
 THE SOLDIER'S PRIZE SONGSTER. 
 
 C Missouri ! Missouri ! thou shalt be avenged ! 
 <^ The hearts of thy children cannot be estranged ; 
 J They've rushed to the field, and tho' driven afar, 
 
 They yet will return on the conqueror's oar ! 
 <J The blood of the Yankee and alien shall pay 
 ) For the havoc and shame of their infidel sway! 
 j No prayers then f?r mercy our souls shall entice, 
 |; Our watchwords are Vengeance, Missouri, and PeiceJ 
 
 > 
 
 THE STAR OF ALABAMA. 
 
 Wiitten (he day " UapUd. 
 
 \ B. MEEK. 
 
 j The Bfer of Alabama floats proudly out to-day, 
 
 (' Upon yon field of azure, with independent ray. 
 
 ' The loads that gloomel about it are rendfd fnai the sky, 
 
 ,■ And now in sjm reign splendor it greets the patriot eye. 
 
 ; Oh, beamed it not as sweetly as Hesper hi the Wert, 
 
 / When Peace.with lilhed fingers,wrapped roses round her breast? ( 
 
 S But now, when grim Aggression is threatening ruthless wars 
 
 '( It burns as fierce, defiant, as criu son tinted Mars. 
 
 ' The Polar Star of Freedom I— as sailors, o'er the sea, 
 
 ) Are guided through the midn : ght, 80 we are led by thee. 
 
 S Shine on, wii h beams resplendent, thro' shadows and thro' storm, [ 
 
 < No clouds can ever sully thy sky-emblazoned form 
 
 > The children of Chaldea, whru gleamed the morning star, 
 ( Renewed their vows of hoaiage before its golden car ; 
 So we, beneath thy splendor, now lift our hands on high, 
 And swear to live as freemen, or frenn'jn like to die ! 
 
5 THE SOLDIER'S PRIZE S0NG8TER. 73 (3§ 
 
 Let carnage come, if need be ; let famine blight the land ; C 
 Let pestilence and sorrow weigh down our patriot band; > 
 
 Yet — God who rules the Nations '—we'd* rather fill our graves, c 
 Than live a race of cowards, a Northern tyrant's slaves ! > 
 
 Fair Star of Alabama !— not thine aloue the pride, 
 
 A Sisterhood of Planets now clusters to thy &ide;— / 
 
 The Pleiades of Freedom !— lo ! how they flock above, 
 
 And flood the crystal valleys with symphonies of love ! 
 
 Soon,— as in tropic regions, the Southern Cross is seen, 
 A cor stellated symbol, majestic and serene, — 
 Our war- won young Republics a galaxy shall form. 
 Which nations shall admire, nor despots dare to harm : 
 
 LOUISIANA. 
 
 Hdl Louisiana! 
 
 There n no clime like thine; 
 Land of the broad savanna, 
 
 Land of the citron vine, 
 Land of the monarch river. 
 
 Of lake and prairied plain, j> 
 
 Our free-born home forever, \ 
 
 A beauteous bright domain. <> 
 
 Above, the deep blue heaven 
 Looks down with laughing eyes. 
 
 And breezes,, unldly driven, 
 Float o'er thy sunny skies. 
 
 Around, rich fields extending, 
 Are clothed in emerald green, 
 
74 THE SOLDIER' 8. TRIZE SONGSTER. . [^ 
 
 And birds, their music blending, 
 On every bough a: S 
 
 With orange-blossoms laden. 
 
 Or golden jruit, each bower 
 Reveals the dark-eyed m'rviden. — . 
 
 ■" Herself a fairer flower''' — 
 The sunny Creole beauty, 
 
 With voice of song and mil 
 And trUe to love and duty. 
 
 The houries of the earth. 
 
 Ho! Louisiana! 
 
 Home of the bmve and liee, 
 Thy fertile, broad savanna 
 
 Goes smiling to the "sea; 
 Where princely wealth inherits, 
 
 And generous thoughts exp 
 The chivalric, high spirits. 
 
 The guardians of the land. 
 
 > I WOULD BE A SOLDIEK STILL. 
 
 T have marched, and perils faced; 
 
 On the blood-stained field I've slept : 
 In the midst of war's dread waste, 
 I ' O'er a comrade's grave, I've wept. - .\ 
 
 v'uorus — Might I march through life again. { 
 In spite, of every by-gone ill. f 
 
 To the end of life's campaign, 
 \ I'd be a soldier eti 11 ! ^ 
 
I've seen the soldier fall, 
 And heard his last sad sigh ; 
 
 But my dearest wish is still 
 For my country so to die. 
 
 Chorus— ^Might I. march, etc. 
 
 BATTLE f : A L 1L . 
 
 THE SOLDIER^ PRIZE SONGSTER. 75 QJ3 
 
 Pve seen the pale-faced moon 
 
 Shine o'er a hero's grave, 
 Wnere'a gallant heart lay cold, 
 
 Once noblest of the brave. 
 
 Chorus — Might I march, etc. > 
 
 BY* ARTHUR BELTON. ? 
 
 Come forth, ye gallant hearts, come forth ! 
 
 Who love this golden land, 
 And meet the fierce hordes of the North 
 
 With pike and battle- brand ! 
 Their crowding ships now stalk the deep, 
 
 With wrath for us in store ; 
 Oh come, and, with your strong arms, sweep 
 
 The Vandals from our shore ! 
 
 Come from each iron-girted hill — 
 
 From every verdant grove; 
 Come from the fields your strong arms till — 
 
 The homes vour stout hearts love ! 
 
76 the soldier's prize songster. Q5 
 
 Oh, towns and cities, pour ye forth 
 
 Your thousands for the fight ! 
 And tea<h the vile, presumptuous North, 
 
 Our land's resistless might ! 
 
 Old man, dash down thy staff and crutch, 
 j> And seize thy sword again ; 
 
 Thy limbs shall feel youth's magic touch 
 
 On Freedom's battle-plain. 
 And thou, oh lithe and fair-faced boy. 
 
 Spring from thy mother's knee ; 
 Her heart will thrill with patriot joy, 
 
 Her soldier-son to see ! 
 
 God goes with us to battle now ; 
 
 His storms have rent the foe ; 
 Oh, let us kneel to Him and vow 
 
 We will complete the blow ! 
 By ^yonder consecrated cross — 
 — The standard of the sky — 
 
 We swear, whatever be the loss. 
 
 To conquer or to die 1 
 
 Then come, ye gailant hearts, come forth 1 
 
 Who love this golden land, 
 And meet the fierce hordes of the North 
 Beside the ocean strand ! 
 <j In vain their scowling squadrons loom 
 
 > Across the Mexic wave ; 
 
 S Hurl, hurl on them their rightful doom— 
 
 ( Give them a felon's grave ! 
 
THE SOLDIERS TRIZE PO-NOSTER. 77 
 
 THE CAVALIERS OF DIXIE, 
 
 BY WfNJV F. PORTER. 
 ' Am— 1, }> 9fa nets of J 
 Ye Cavaliers of Dixie ! 
 Who guard Che Southern shores, 
 Whose standards brave the battle storm, 
 Which o'er the border roars j 
 Your glorious sabre^ draw once iiiore, 
 And charge the Northern foe ; 
 And reap their columns deep, 
 Where the raging tempests blow, 
 And the iron hail in floods descends, 
 gflJ the bloody torrents flow. 
 
 Ye Cavaliers of Dixie I 
 
 Tho' dark the tempest lower, 
 
 What arms will wear the tyrant's chains, 
 
 What dastard heart will cower? 
 
 Bright o'er the night a sign shall rise 
 
 To lead to victory ! 
 
 And your swords reap, their horde?, 
 
 Where the battle tempests blow; 
 
 Where the iron hail in floods descends, 
 
 And the bloody torrents flow. 
 
 The Couth ! she needs no ramparts, 
 
 No lofty towers to shield ; 
 
 Your bosoms are her bulwarks strong, 
 
 Breastwork? that never yield ! 
 
 The thunder., of your oattle blades, 
 
|\j 78 THE SOLDIER^ rRIZE SONGSTER. 
 
 <! Shall sweep tlie servile foe ; 
 
 White their gore stains the shore. 
 Where the battle tempests blow ; 
 Where the iron hail in floods descends, 
 
 ( And bloody*torrents flow. 
 
 The battle flag of Dixie! 
 ) With crimson field ehall flame. 
 
 S Her azure cross and silver stars, 
 
 < Shall light her sons to fame ! 
 
 When peace, with olive branch returns, 
 
 That flag's white folds s. .ill glow. 
 
 Still bright on every height, 
 
 When the storm has ceased to blow, 
 
 And the battle tempests rear no more, 
 
 IS or the bloody torrents flow, 
 ' S 
 
 Oh! battle flag. of Dixie! 
 «' . Long, long, triumphant wave ! 
 
 Where'er the storms of battle roar. 
 
 Or victory crowns the brave! , i 
 
 The Cavaliers of Dixie! 
 
 In woman's song shall glow 
 
 The fame of your name, 
 
 When the storm iias ceased fo blow, 
 <* When the battle tempests rage no more, 
 
 Nor the bloody torrents flow. 
 
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the soldier's prize songster. 79 Q3 
 
 > 
 Afin VOn THPE SOUTHER!? i,AN». S 
 
 MAR. 
 
 s 
 
 Armibrtbe Southern Land; 
 
 AH fear of death. dladgjnio 
 Low lay the tyrant Land, 
 
 Our sacred rights profaning ! 
 Each hero draws in freedom's cause. 
 
 And meets the foe with bravery ; 
 The servile race, and torv base. ? 
 
 May safety seek in slavery, 1 
 
 Chains for the dastard knave — 
 
 Recreant limbs should wear them ; 
 But blessings on the brave 
 
 Whose valor will not hear them -1 
 
 Stand by ypur. injured J§N 
 
 And let no feuds divide you ; 
 On tyrants pour your hate, 
 
 And common vengeance guide you. 
 Our foes should feel proud freemen's steel. 
 
 For freemen's rights contending; 
 Where'er they die, there let them lie. 
 
 To dust in scoru descending. 
 Thus may each traitor fall 
 
 Who dare as foe invade us ; 
 Eternal fame to all 
 
 Who shall in battle aid us ! 
 
 ..-. ...... . JfS 
 
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 80 the soldier's trize songster. 
 
 Proud land ! shall she invoke 
 
 Another's hand to right her? 
 No ! her own avenging stroke 
 
 Shall backward roll the smiK). 
 Ye tyrant band, with- ropes of sand, 
 
 Go bind the rushing river ; 
 More weak and vain your curbed chain, 
 
 While God is freedom's giver. 
 Then welcome to the day 
 
 We meet the proud oppressor. 
 For God will be our stay, 
 
 Our right-hand and redresser. 
 
 -• •♦• *- 
 
 JKFFERSON DAVI8, 
 
 BY A. B. MEEK. 
 
 Air— " The Iraveold oah'' 
 
 A song for the Chief, the gallant Chief, 
 
 Who hath rule in this Southern Land ; 
 With heart and with mind, by Heaven designed 
 
 To lead our patriot band. 
 On the crimson field, we have seen him wield 
 
 The warrior's victor blade ; 
 At the helm of State, more grand and more great, 
 His wisdom he hath displayed. 
 
 Then here's to the Chief, the lordly Chief, 
 
 Our second Washington 1 — 
 Thro' the trump of fame, great Davis' name* 
 > Shall echo till lime be done! 
 
R" 
 
 THE SOLPTER'S PRIZE 80NG8TER. 81 
 
 When her sons arose to confront the foes 
 
 Who sought to ewslave the South, 
 And swore to maintain their rightful domain, 
 
 Despite the grim cannon's mouth ; 
 They called from the West their bravest and best, 
 
 To guide thro' the gath'ring gloom ; 
 And nobly and grand he's rescued the land 
 
 From tyranny's ravage doom I 
 
 Then here's to the Chief, &c. 
 
 We've others as great in Councils of State, 
 
 With voice as potent to save ; 
 We've Knights in the field, whose deeds have revealed ' 
 
 A genius as skillful and brave ; 
 But where can we find so aptly combined 
 
 The Soldier and Statesman as well, — 
 The Christian and Sage, the Pride of the Age, — 
 
 The Scholar, with classical spell ? 
 Then here's to the Chief, &c. 
 
 Long, long may he live, wise lessons to give, — 
 
 The hearts of the people to cheer ; 
 A contrast how great to that Zany, whom Fate 
 
 Has throned in the Fed'ral sphere ! 
 A Model of worth, a Star for the earth 
 
 To view with love and delight, — 
 A Pillar by day, to pilot the way, — 
 
 A Beacon for us at night 1 
 
 Then here's to the Chief, &c 
 
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5§ 82 the soldier's prize m Q^ 
 
 «JOO SAVE THE SOUTH! 
 
 REUBEN NAS0i?i 
 
 hiR—"God sav« t?i€ King." 
 God blees our Southern land! 
 Guard our beloved land ! 
 
 God save the South 1 
 Make us victorious, 
 Happy and glorious, — 
 Spread Thy shield over us ; — 
 
 God save the South! 
 
 Oh, Lord of Hosts, arise ! 
 •Scatter our enemies, 
 
 Who mock Thy truth i 
 Confound their politics, 
 Frustrate their knavish tricks,-— 
 \n Thee our faith we fix ;— 
 
 God save the South ! 
 
 In the iierce battle hour, 
 With Thine Almighty Power, 
 
 Assist our youth ; — 
 May they, with victory crown'd, 
 Joining our choral round, 
 WJth heart and voice resound, 
 
 " God save the South !" 
 
 RL.. ....,..__JH 
 
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 a:a true songs*£B. 83 
 
 \ ,MVW.?if r CO -TialS DAWN. 
 
 rtu. 
 
 in the pitrtess eky 
 ) That lias darkened our d I nd, 
 
 }> Springs. a luuiinoi--- turrte.rous Sye, > 
 
 S Gushing oul ■ .1 ; s 
 
 I Upon valleys of carnage ami mountains of lire — £ 
 3 On the heaps ot the holily slain — 
 Z, It descends with the rush of a resonant lyre, 
 
 And the gltam of a magical rain. 
 S s 
 
 j It unveils from ihe depths of its fountains of blue, > 
 
 j Such a blaze of bewildering light 
 
 { As the Legends of Araby never yet drew 
 
 > From the stars of trad tional night ; — " 
 
 '■, Purple acres of grape and savannahs of snow, 
 
 C Full of streams that enrichingly run 
 
 ^ Thro* the fairest of blooms which the tropics beetow v ; 
 
 > On the flowering Bride* of the Sun. 
 
 <j Noble structures of Commerce rind niches of Art, ? 
 ) Stately temples and towers between, 
 I Fretted domes, soaring up from the dust of the mart,^ 
 I Where the wonders of Science are seen ; 
 
 > Fluted pillars and urns to the primitive Past, ) 
 \ And its young representative scions, 
 
 ? And bronzes heroic, colossally va»t 
 
 ? A.o the winged Assyrian Lion?. .> 
 
55, 84 the soldier's prize songster. @5 
 
 0, I see the long stretch of thy sorrowing years, 
 
 Clime of azure ! transformed in my sight, 
 From the comfortless drops of thine anguishing tears] 
 
 Into dews of maternal delight ; 
 Royal anthems resounding on odorous seas — 
 
 Sceptred barges that bridal ly toss, 
 With their white waving pennons unfurled to the breeze< 
 
 In the blush of a tremulous Cross ! 
 
 Green idol of childhood I engirded by strife 
 With a glory the grandest of Old, 
 { Could they dream of the toils which encompass thy life,< 
 ( Would cry out from their crypneal mould : 
 ) God-anointed in War and exalted in Peace, 
 S 1 behold thee — abroad and at home — 
 ( With the beautiful lips of republican Greece, 
 ( And the brow of imperial Rome. 
 
 THE GAULANT SOLDIER BOY. < 
 
 — ? 
 
 BY PAUL PELBY. S 
 
 Oh, the gallant soldier boy 
 s Is the lad whom I love dearly j S 
 
 <> Bis beaming face, his smile of joy, ,{yf / 
 
 His lip that speaks sincerely ! 
 I met him in the willow grove, 
 When for the combat he was starting; 
 S We plighted then our faith and love, — 
 
 ^> Alas, the sorrow of that parting ! 
 
 R 
 
THE SOLDIER'S PRIZE SONGSTER. 85 QfJ 
 
 In his uniform of grey, S 
 
 He stood erect in martial beauty, 
 And sadly tore himself away, 
 
 From arm's of love, to claims 0/ duty. 
 I twined my scarf around bis neck, 
 
 I placed my ring upon his finger, 
 I felt his kisses on my cheek, 
 
 I wept, but could not bid him linger. ? 
 
 Oh, how slowly drags this war I ? 
 
 Its weeks, and month's, and year* of sorrow! S 
 My soldier boy still stays afar, — 
 
 In vain I wait for each to-morrow. 
 The willow grove, with faded bowers, 
 
 Seems for his tedious absence mourning ; \ 
 Oh, watching stars, speed on the hours, 
 
 When I 6hall greet his fond returning. ? 
 
 > 
 
 •* SUMTER." > 
 
 UY M9S8 E. C. SLOMAN. 
 
 Three cheers for gallant Sumter, 
 
 Now bath'd in glory 's ray : ) 
 
 To her we owe our safety, 
 
 On this auspicious day. 
 A faithful sentinel she stands, < 
 
 To guard our Charleston port, 
 And all the annals of the past 
 
 Record no braver fort : 
 
K'sfi 
 
 THE SOLDIER 8 PRIZE SONGSTER. 
 
 Protected by God's rolling waves, 
 
 No Monitors she'll dread. 
 And grand, defiant, tempest-toss/d. 
 
 She nobly rears her head, 
 
 Her flag, now pierced by shot and shell, 
 
 Still proudly holds its place, 
 Though every brick on Sumter's ground Jj 
 
 Is trembling to its base. > 
 
 But sU>ut hearts guard those crumbling walls ; ^ 
 
 No breach can make them quail ; { 
 
 From every port-hole bursts the cry. 
 
 " There's no such word as fail !" i 
 
 And, phcenix-like, she'll rise again, •; 
 
 A tower of strength to all, <| 
 
 For Carolina's sons have sworn 
 
 Fort Sumter ne'er shall fall ! 
 
 TEffreKSSKlS. 
 
 i BY 5. NKWTOX BERRYHIXL. 
 
 > Marching through the gloomy wildwood, 
 
 I Or in bivouac on the plain, 
 
 J Thoughts of spots we loved in childhood 
 
 S Crowd upon the weary brain. 
 
 < As a lost child's heart keeps yearning 
 
 } For its place en mother's knee, 
 
 j So our thoughts are ever turning 
 
 S Back to dear old Tennessee. 
 
 \y - '^~w' .' 
 
£§ THE SOLDIER'S PRIZE SONGSTER. 
 
 Chorus — Tennessee, dear Tennessee ! 
 Whereao'er our lot may be, 
 Fondly turn our thoughts to thee- 
 Tennessee, sweet Tennessee ! 
 
 On the crimson field of battle, 
 Wading through a sea of gore, 
 Loud above the muskets' rattle — 
 Loud above the cannons' roar, 
 We have heard her wails of anguish — 
 Shrieks for help when none are near — 
 Groans of fathers doomed to languish 
 In the prisons dark and drear. 
 
 ; And we've sworn — her hardy yeomen — 
 
 > By the God who rules above, 
 
 ' That we'll drive the vandal fOeraen 
 
 Fro::i the dear old State we, love ; 
 From the altars where our father* 
 Knelt in olden time to God, 
 And the graveyard where our mothers 
 Sleep beneath the hallowed sod. 
 
 We have sworn it ! ye whose revels 
 Desecrate our childhood's home — 
 Sons of Moloch — bloody devils — 
 Tremble, for your hour has come. 
 Fierce-eyed Vengeance now is making 
 Bare his brawny, red right arm, 
 And the gleaming blade is shaking 
 That shall drink your life-blood warm. 
 
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^k, 88 THB SOLDIER'S PRIZE SONGSTER. 
 
 We are coming! Fathers. Mothers, 
 Let the fainting hearts revive; 
 Fan the fire the tyrant smothers, 
 Keep the glowing spark alive. 
 Ere by Cumberland's blue waters 
 Fades the last wild rose of Spring, 
 Tennessee's own bright-eyed daughters 
 Shall our glorious triumph sing. 
 
 SONG OF VICTORY. 
 
 BY F. P. BEAUFORT/ 
 
 Oh, peal the song of victory! 
 
 A nation's joyous cry ! 
 Our troops have met the enemy, 
 
 And made his legions fly ! 
 With musket, sword and bayonet, 
 
 With rifle, spear and brand, 
 We met him in the deadly trench, 
 
 And swept him from the land ! 
 
 in vain his huge artillery . • 
 
 From every hill-top played, 
 And through our lines of infantry, 
 
 Long lanes of carnage made. 
 We fought for home and native land, 
 
 For mothers, children, wives, 
 Nor heeded how our blood we spilt, 
 
 Nor how we lost our lives. 
 
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 We charged upon his batteries, 
 
 We slew him where he stood, 
 Till all the lines and rivulets 
 
 Han red with human blood ! 
 The shout, the curse, the scream, the groan, 
 
 ftang through the smoky air, 
 While shriekiog balls and bursting shells 
 
 Fell hail-like on us there ! 
 
 He met our onset gallantly, 
 But when our gleaming steel 
 
 Flashed 'mid his sundered panoply, 
 It made hi.-: columns reel ! 
 
 They could not stand the lightning brand, 
 The gory bnyonet blade ; 
 
 They turned and fled— all but the dead- 
 Defeated and dismayed ! 
 
 Ho, gallant men of Tennessee ! 
 
 Ho, Mississippi's sons ! 
 Ho, Alabama's chivalry ! 
 
 And Georgia's fearless ones 1 . 
 With Texan and Arkansan braves, 
 
 And Louisiana's host, 
 Ye reaped the patiiot's sweet revenge 
 
 For all your land had lost ! 
 
 Fair Florida's enamelled bowers 
 
 Are flusht with fresher green ; 
 And Carolinas' crowns of flowers 
 
 On many a brow are seen 1 
 
90 THE SOLDIER'S PRIZE SONGSTER. \^ 
 
 Virginia to Kentucky shouts S 
 
 Missouri — Maryland 1 
 AH, all rejoice, with rapturous voice, 
 
 And greet their victor band ! 
 
 TO THE RESCUE, ALABAMA S 
 
 BY A B. MEEK. 
 
 To the rescue, Alabama t 
 
 Land of fearless hearts and true I 
 Hark ! the trumpet's martial clamor 
 Calls you now to War's wild drama — 
 Bids- your children vp and do I 
 
 Lol the insolent invader, 
 
 O'er your north line, pours his host ; 
 And his grim and vast armada, 
 Like some lightning-winged tornado, 
 
 Hovers 'round your southern coast 1 
 
 To the fescue, Alabama I 
 
 He is led by lust of plunder ; 
 
 He would ca^t your altars down ; 
 All life's tenderesf ties would sunder ; 
 Blasting, as with bolts of thunder, 
 
 Cottage, palace, farm and town I 
 
 Speed your clans from every valley, 
 
 Fine-clad plain, and mountain high ; 
 Let them not, like cravens, dally — 
 
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 !the solpier's prize songster. 91 
 
 Bid them, 'neat.h yon War-Cross, rally — 
 / There to conquer or to die ! 
 
 S To tk§ nacati Alabama / 
 
 Fling it forth — bright constellation t 
 ^ Banner of the Crucified ! 
 
 It shall prove our land's salvation — 
 Sign-baptismal of a nation ! 
 
 H shall quell the foemaa'a pride ! 
 
 Let him come with (ships ^r.d horses, 
 
 Countless an the leaves and waves — 
 Vain are all his vast resources — 
 Conscience-smit, his venal forcet 
 Here flhall meet defeat — and graves 1 
 
 To the rescue, Alabama / 
 
 Patriot, when they stand united, 
 
 Battling for their own loved land — 
 Heart to heart, heroic, plighted— 
 Never can be crushed or blighted 
 By ten-fold their Spartan banctj 
 
 > Mother State, dear Alabama ! 
 
 S Then to battle speed thy sons ! 
 
 (, Bid each heed the trumpet's clamor- 
 
 Bid all act, iii War's wild drama, 
 S Like so many Washington s! 
 
 *> To the retcuti Alabama I 
 
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 THE 80L0IEK S PRIZE SONGSTER. 
 
 THE VALIANT CONSCRIPT. 
 
 How are you, boys? — I'm just from camp, 
 
 And feel as brave as Caesar; 
 The sound of bugle, drum and fife, 
 
 lias raised my Ebenezer. 
 I'm full of fight— odds, shot and shell I 
 
 I'll leap into the saddle, 
 And when the Yankees see me come, 
 
 Lord, how they will skedaddle I 
 
 Hold up your head! up, Shanghai, Shanks 1 
 Don't shake your knees and blink so; 
 
 It is no time now to dodge the act: 
 Brave com -fides; don't you think so. 
 
 I was a plough-boy in the field, 
 
 A gawky, lazy dodger, 
 When came the Conscript officer, 
 
 And took me for a sojer. 
 He put a musket in my hand, 
 
 And showed me how to fire it: 
 I marched and countermarched all day: 
 
 Lord, how I did admire it. 
 
 Hold up your head 1 etc. 
 
 With corn and hog- fat tor my food, 
 And digging, guarding, drilling, 
 
 I got as thin as twice-skimmed milk, 
 And was scarcely worth tbe*"killing; 
 
 But now I'm used to homely fare, 
 My skin as tough as leather, 
 
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THE SOLDIER'S PRIZE SONGSTER. 
 
 93 Q? 
 
 I do guard duty chearfully ' 
 In every kind of weather. 
 
 Hold up your head I etc, 
 
 I am brim full of fight, my boys; 
 
 I would not give a thank ye 
 For all the smiles the girls can give, 
 
 Until I've killed my Yankee! 
 High private is a glorious rank, ■ 
 
 There's wide room for promotion ; 
 I'll get a corp'ral's stripe fome day, 
 
 When Fortune's in the notion. 
 
 Hold up your head ! etb. 
 
 'Tis true, I have not seen a fight. 
 
 Nor have I nmelt gunpowder; 
 But then, the way I'll pepper Yanks, 
 
 Will be a sin to chowder. 
 A sergeant's stripes I soon will sport. 
 
 Perhaps, be color-bearer, 
 And then a Captain— good for me I 
 
 I'll be a regular tearer. 
 
 Hold up your head 1 etc. 
 
 I'll then begin to wear the stars, 
 
 And then the wreaths of glory. 
 Until an army 1 command, 
 
 And poets sing my story. } 
 
 Our Congress will pass votes of thanks > 
 
 To him who rose from zero : S 
 
£%] 91 TUE SOLBrERV PIW25K SONGSTER. [/§ 
 
 !> The people in a mays will she > 
 '• Flurrah ! behold the herb : " 
 
 Hold up your headl etc. S 
 
 { Fires his ) 
 
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 What's that?— Oh, dear! a bolleVa burst, 
 
 A gas-pipe haa ''•.-. pioded ! 
 <J • Maybe the Yfl hard by, 
 
 With mudkets ready loaded. 
 On, gallant soldiers, heat them backl 
 
 I'd join you in the frolic, 
 But Fve a chill from head to fool, 
 
 And symptoms of the colic ! 
 
 Speed, speed the day when to war I hie J 
 
 I'd join you in the frolic, < 
 
 it I've a chill from head to foot, 
 And symptoms of the colic ! 
 £ Hold up your head I'etc 5 
 
 THE ft»OST OF DANGER. 
 
 Br CEX. MIRABEAU B. LAMAR. ^ 
 
 Give to the poet hie well-earned praise, 
 And the songs of his love, preserve them ; J 
 
 Encircle his brows with fadeless bays, — > 
 
 The children of genfcis deserve them I 
 
 But never to me such praises breathe, — 
 To the minetrel-feeling a stranger, — 
 
 I only sigh for the laurel wreath £ 
 
 < That a patriot whip in banger 1 
 
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 5 The fame of the field is inviting ; !> 
 
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PQ THE SOLDIER'S FRIZ." SONGSTER. 95 QPg 
 
 Before my sword shall the foeman fly, 
 Or fall in the flash of its lightning. 
 
 Away with scng, and away with charms! 
 Insulted Freedom's proud avenger, 
 
 I bear no love but the love of arms', 
 And the bride that I woo is r> >;,ger ! 
 
 When shall I meet the audacious foe, 
 
 Face to face, where the flags are flying? I 
 
 I long to thin them "two at a blow," j 
 
 And ride o'er the dead and the dying ! J> 
 
 My sorrel ste e( ^ shall his fetlocks stain ) 
 
 In the brain of the hostile stranger ; { 
 
 With an iron heel he spurns the plain, ) 
 
 And he breathes full and free in danger. ? 
 
 When victory brings the warrior rest, 
 
 Rich the rewards of mariial duty, — 
 The thanks of a land with freedom blest, 
 
 And the erniles of its high-born beauty I 
 Does victc y fail?-— enough for me, 
 
 That I fall not to fame a stranger; 
 Hie name shall roll with eternity 
 
 Who finds the foremost grave in da.vokr! 
 
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j^j % TnE soldier's prize songster. 
 
 €I,OCII!V A BEN. * 
 
 BY ARTHUR BELT0N- 
 
 Brother-soldier, let us rally 
 
 Round our country's lifted flag ; 
 Who in such a cause can dally? 
 
 Who in such an hour can lag? 
 See approach the foul invaders, 
 
 Trampling on our fathers' graves: 
 He weuld seize our wives and daughters; 
 
 He would make our children slaves! 
 
 Long we bore, with tame submission. 
 
 His aggressions on our rights, 
 While the hounds of Abolition 
 
 Howled upon the Northern heights, 
 When at length they rent asunder 
 
 All the bonds of love and faith, 
 Scorning to be slaves, we met them _ 
 
 On the ensanguined field of death t 
 
 Let him come with all his legions ; 
 We will drive them beaten back. 
 Never shall these sunny regions 
 
 * This was t'^o gathering cry of one of the clans of Scotland. Scott i 
 says, in the Antiquary : " Tiiey were stout hearts, tha race of Glen- 
 atlan, male and female, and sae were a' that in auld times cried their 
 gathering word of ' Clocknaben'— they etood shouther to shoutherj 
 Nae man parted from his chief for love of gold or of gain, or of right J 
 or of wrong. 
 
THE SOLDIER'S PRIZE SONGSTER. 97 
 
 Wilt beneath his Vandal track. 
 Sweep him from our dimpled valleys, 
 
 Crush him in the mountain pass : 
 Let no vestige, but his ashes, 
 
 linger on the crimsoned graus 
 
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 Souls heroic— sons of sires 5 
 
 Who from despots won this land, . 
 Feel ye not their patriot fires 
 
 Glowing yet in heart and hand ! J 
 
 Freedom's hallowed line of martyrs, 
 
 From their shining homes above. \ 
 
 Cry to ua : " From vile pollution 
 
 Save our Legacy of Love ! " 
 
 Now's the welcome dawn of battle! 
 Hark! the bugle's wailing sound! 
 
 Soon the bolts of death shall rattle- 
 Bomb and shell — these scenes around. 
 
 Brothcr-soldier,_Ou 1 then rally 
 Eound our country's lifted flag ; 
 
 Who in such a cause can dally? 
 Who in such. an hour can lag? 
 
 -+♦♦♦► 
 
 THE SOUTHERN CROSS* 
 
 ny ST. GEOKGB TUCKER. 
 
 a j Star -Spangled Baimer-" 
 
 ! say, can you see through the gloom and the storm, 
 More bright for the darkness, that bright constellation ? > 
 
cS 98 thi loiBiin'e ?miw wvcstf.r 
 
 Like the symbo! of Love and Redemption its form, 
 As it points to the haven of hope and the nation, 
 flow radiant each star, as the beacon afar, 
 Giving promise of peace, or assurance ©f war ! 
 Tis the Croat of the South, which ahal 1 ever remain 
 To light on to freedom and glory again I 
 
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 Tilt betrayed by the guile of th* Puritan demon, 
 ) Whioh lurks under virtue, and springs from ita coil 
 ( To fasten its fang* in the life blood cf freemen. 
 
 \ Then boldly app>al to eaetf heart that can feel, 
 
 How peaceful and blest was America's soil, 
 
 And crush Ibe foul riper 'neath Liberty's heel j 
 j> And the Cross of the South shall in triumph remain i 
 
 ( To light us to freedom and glory again 1 
 » 
 
 Trsthe emblem of Peace, %B the day-star of Hoi*, 5 
 
 J; Like the sacied M Labarum " that guided the Roman » 
 
 \ From the shores of the Gulf to the Pe^rare's slop©, 5 
 , Tis the trust of the^Free and terror of foemen. 
 
 '■ Fling its folds to the air, whilst we boldly declare 
 
 The rights we demand, or the deeds that we dare ! 
 
 While the Cross ef the Sou-h shall in triumph remain J 
 J To light na to freedom and glory again ! 
 
 And if peace should bo hopeless, and justice denied, <^ 
 
 ', And war's bloody vulture should flap its black pinions, ) 
 
 , Then gladly ** to arms 1 " while we hurl in oor pride 
 *, I>3?auca to tvrants and daath to their minions I 
 
 ) With onr front in rt; field, swsarvng never to yield, 
 
 < Or retura llbi th/i Sprutvj, la death on our shield f 
 I Ana tho Cross of *h3 tfcuh shall triumphantly wav* 
 
 < A« the Flag <tf the Fres qi the Pail of tho Brave ! 
 
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TBI tObDIBK'S MI» tOS^UTtR. M O 
 
 All quiet Along the Potomac To-Night. I 
 
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 • • All quiet along the Potomac to-night, 
 Except now and then a stray picket "> 
 
 b shot, a£ he walks on his beat to and frx, 
 By a r ifleman hid in the thicket. ' ' ■ 
 
 'lis nothing — a private cr two, now and thw, > 
 
 Will not count in the aewa of the battle ■ 
 
 Xbt on officer lost— only ono of the men- 
 Moaning out, all alone, the death-rattle I 
 
 All quiet along the ratomac to-night, 
 
 Where the soldiers lie peacefully dreaming ; s 
 
 Xheir tents in the rays of the clear autumn mo<4, 
 
 Or the light of the watch-fires are gleaming. 
 a tremulous sigh, as the gentle night- wind ' 
 
 Through the forest leaves slowly Is creeping, 
 While the stars up above, with their glittering ey** 
 
 Keep guard— for the army la sleeping. 
 
 i here is only the sound of the lone sentry 'a tread. 
 
 As he tramps from the rock to the fountain.': 
 And thinks of the two on the low trundle-b*"!. 
 
 Faraway in tho cot on the mountain. 
 His musket falls slack— his face dark and grim. 
 
 Grows gentle with memories tender, j 
 
 as he mutters a prayer for his children asleep— ; 
 
 <, For their mother, may heaven defend Her ! 
 
 J> The moon seems to shine as brighUy as then, i 
 
 That night when the love yet unspoken, r 
 
 Leaped np toha> lips, and when low murmured yew*. 
 Were pledged to be ever unbroken. 
 
 Then drawing his sleeve roughly over hs eyo*. 
 
 Be dashes off fteavg thai are ^Veiling ; 
 And gathers his gun close up to i s place, 
 
 1 As if to keep down the heart-swelling. 
 
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q] 100 TJHE SOLDIER^ PRIZE 80NGSTER. 
 
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 He passes the ffuntain, tho blasted pine tree. 
 
 The footstep lagging and weary ; 
 Yet onward he goes, through, the broad belt of light, 
 
 Towards tho i so dreary. 
 
 Hark ! was it . . u rustled tho loaves ? 
 
 Was/ - : I oiu-1}' Lashing r 
 
 { It looked like a rifle- >ye ! 
 
 J And the lif« -plashing. 
 
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 r' All quiet e ! jr.g the Potomac to-night. 
 
 <| Ni sound save tho rush of the river; 
 
 S Whilo soft falls the dew or. the face of the dead— 
 
 ) The picket's of! duty forever. 
 
 A HYMN 
 
 For ~» clonal Fasting, IIumULtlo?i and Trayn\ 
 
 Prone to the dust, with fear and shame, 
 Upon Thy footstool, Lord, we bow : 
 
 We glorify Thy holy name, 
 
 And pray lor peace and mercy now ! 
 
 A vation kneels before Thy feet — 
 A nation struggling with its foes — 
 
 Oh, God of Nations! from Thy seat, 
 Look down upon our wants and woe? ! 
 
 Without Thine aid we cannot stand ; 
 
 The tyrant will tread down our might : 
 Oh, Lord, relieve our bleeding land, 
 
 And break the darkness of our night ! 
 
THE SOLDIERS PRIZE SONGSTER. 101 
 
 We've sent our warriors to the field, 
 To meet the vile Philistian horde; 
 
 Oh, Father! be to them a shield — 
 Oh, give to them the victor's sword ! 
 
 .Our widows weep, our orphans cry, 
 
 Our wives and maide is chrink with fear; 
 
 Oh, hear tli3 suffering suppliant's sigh, 
 A weak and contrite people hear ! 
 
 We plerd no merit of our o\.u, 
 
 All base and siuful as we are ; 
 We feel we dare not seek Thy throne, 
 
 But with the abject voice of prayer! 
 
 Yet Thou didst swesr in ancient days, 
 That if Thy people would bow down 
 
 Thou wouidst forgive their erring w'ays, 
 Nor longer on their efforts frown ! 
 
 Look then, upon us kneeling now, 
 With fasting soul and humble lieart ; 
 
 Oh, from Thy lofty dwelling bow, 
 
 And mercy, grace and strength impart ! 
 
 Our injured country aid and bless! 
 
 Through war's Eed Sea her armies take, 
 And, safely through the Wilderness, 
 
 Conduct us for Messiah's sake ! 
 
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 s GOD OUR REFUGE. 
 
 A H Y M N . 
 
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 God is our refuge inlhia hour 
 
 Of darkness and desmay ; 
 Our strength against the foeman's power 
 ( Our help in battle's day 1 
 
 ) Therefore we will not be afraid, 
 
 $ Though earthquakes shake the ground 
 
 Though mountains should be level made, 
 And waters roar around. 
 
 He will his chosen place defend 
 > Against tb/ invader's hand; 
 
 Their mighty hosts He soon will rend, 
 I And sweep them from the land ! 
 
 In vain they form in serried war, 
 And wield their flaming swords, — 
 
 Jehovah's arm is mightier far, 
 < To crush their heathen hordes. 
 
 He led our fathers thro' the flood 
 } In freedom's battle mora ; 
 
 He blessed the sacrifice of blood, 
 I When this young land was born ; 
 
 To Him in suppliance now we kneel, 
 < And in His word confide : 
 
 £ He will, He will His love reveal, 
 
 And safe our armies guide ! 
 
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THE SOLDIER'S PRIZE SONGSTER. 103 
 
 Then turn and fly ye heathen host. 
 
 For Jacob's God is here, — 
 He will deride your naughty boast 
 
 And rend your shaft and <a>car j 
 He is oar refuge in this hor.r 
 
 Of darkness and dismay ; • 
 
 Our strength against your pride and power, — { 
 
 Our help in battle's day ! 
 
 « •»•■»» — 
 
 A CHANT. 
 
 
 
 S Oft have I teen some sire of Battle's Day, 
 \ Whose feet yet lingered on their heavenward way, — ) 
 ) Those feet that tread through Britain's stormy sea, J 
 ;■ And gained at length the asylum of the Free,— 
 Though old and feeble, passionless and lame, 
 
 • And all unconscious of the voice of Fame, 
 ; Yet name the Revolution ! — at the word 
 
 • What proud emotions in his heart are stirred ! 
 I His brow grows beautiful !— its seaming scar* 
 i' Are jewels in the diadem of wars 1 
 
 ( How leap his pulses! — in his faded eyes .; 
 
 < Gleam the lost splendors of his morning skies-. 
 
 ( A youth again — all greedily he hears 
 
 ) The battle trumpet singing in his ears ! 
 
 ' His lips grow eloquent — and hark ! they tell 
 
 \ The woes and struggles that his youth befell ! — > 
 
 S A living history ! He proudly boasts 
 
 ^ Kow freedom's sons repelled the tyrant's hosts 
 
£% 104 THH 80LDIER ? S PRIZE SONGSTER. 
 
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 How at Eutaw and Camden, Sumter bled. 
 
 And Marion and Pickens bravely led! 
 ' Oh ! not the blind old bard in Tempe's vale. 
 
 More eloquently breathed bis battle-tale. 
 
 Our Country's Illiad from such lips is poured," 
 ' While thus they tell the baptism of her sword. 
 
 Hark ! the muffled drum sounds the last march of the brave, 
 
 The soldier retreats to his quarters, the grave, 
 
 Under Death, whom he owns bis commander in chief, 
 
 No more he'll turn out with the ready relief. 
 
 But in spile of Death's terrors or hostile alarms. 
 
 When he hears the last bugle, 
 
 When ho hears the In at bugle, he'll stand to his arms. 
 
 Farewell, brother soldiers, in peace may ye rest. 
 
 And light lie the turf on each veteran breast, 
 
 Until that review when the sculs of the brave 
 
 Shall behold the Chief Ensign, fair Mercy's flag, wave: 
 
 Then, freed from death's terrors, and hostile alarms, 
 
 When we hear the last bugle, 
 
 When we hear the last bugle, we'll stand to our aims. 
 
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