Chapter 26

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

“Celestial cross, that with such steady gaze,

Dost beam upon the tossing Southern main,”—

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

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

“Oh, twine me a garland of laurel, my love!

To rest and recruit from my wounds.”—

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

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

“From the silver sands of a gleaming shore,

Where the wild sea-waves were breaking”—

The Trees of the South: By Rev. A. J. Ryan. (Amaranth):

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

“Old trees, old trees, in your mystic gloom,

There is many a warrior laid,”—

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

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

“There was a city fabulously grand;

The riches of the world were in her hand,”—

The Triple-Barred Banner: By Col. W. S. Hawkins. (Sunny.)

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

“Oh, Triple-Barred Banner! the badge of the free!

What coward would falter in duty to thee”—

The Trooper to His Steed: By Susan Archer Talley of Virginia. (Amaranth, from theSouthern Illustrated News.)

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

“Away! my steed in thy joyous pride,

With thy flashing eye, and thy bounding stride!”—

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

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

“For trumpet and drum, have the soft voice of maiden;

For the trumpet of armed men, have the maze of the dance;”—

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

“Thank God! there’s one chord in all men’s heartsThat is tuned alike, the one”—

“Thank God! there’s one chord in all men’s hearts

That is tuned alike, the one”—

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

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

“It is evening of a sultry day,

And my darlings two, on the steps at play”—

True to His Name: (R. R., from the New OrleansTrue Delta.)

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

“In ancient days, Jehovah said,

In voice both sweet and calm,”—

True to the Gray: By Pearl Rivers. A. D., 1865. (C. C.)

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

“I cannot listen to your words,

The land is long and wide”—

True to the Last: By Col. W. S. Hawkins. (E. V. M.)

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

“The bugles blow the battle call,

And through the camp each stalwart band,”—

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

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

“The tune was, I said, ‘I won’t marry,’

But oh! how could I then have e’er thought”—

The Turtle: (E. V. M.)

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

“Caesar, afloat with his fortunes!

And all the world agog!”—

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

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

“Kentucky’s the twelfth Star. Now she is great,

Greatest in her forgetfulness of self;”—

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

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

“God of Battles, hear and save us,

From the foes who would enslave us!”—

The Two Armies: By Henry Timrod. (W. G. S. from theSouthern Illustrated News.)

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

“Two armies stand enrolled beneath,

The banner with the starry wreath”—

Two Years Ago: By a drafted Wide-Awake. (R. B. B., 113.)

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

“I was a glorious Wide-Awake,

All marching in a row;”—

The Tyrant’s Cap: (R. B. B., 71.)

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

“The galling chain has fettered now,

Our free and noble state:”—

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

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

“In the town of Chicago as you know very well,

Lived a man who aspired in the White House to dwell”—

Uncle Jerry: By William H. Holcombe, M.D. (Bohemian.)

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

“Why Jerry, what means all this sadness and fear?

Here’s your bitter man! why do you cry?”—

Uncle Sam: Air, “Nelly Bly.” By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

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

“Uncle Sam! Uncle Sam! De way you take is wrong;

You’ll neber bring us back agin by cruel war and long”—

Uncle Snow: (R. B. B., 113.)

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

“Oh, my name is Uncle Snow, and I’d have you all to know,

I’m an artist wid de brush by profession;”—

The Unforgotten: By W. Winston Fontaine, Virginia. (Amaranth from the RichmondInquirer.)

“When golden lines of evening lightAlong the tops of mountains rest;”—

“When golden lines of evening light

Along the tops of mountains rest;”—

Uniform of Gray: By Evan Elbert. (S. B. P.)

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

“The Briton boasts his coat of red,

With lace and spangles decked”—

The United States Eagle: By Kentucky, April 29. (S. O. S.)

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

“Straws show the way the wind blows,

And I’ve often thought an emblem grows:”—

The Unknown Confederate Soldier: (C. C.)

“In a little lonely hillockWhere the South wind softly sighs”—

“In a little lonely hillock

Where the South wind softly sighs”—

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

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

“Where the mountain ash nods to the tempest’s wild howling,

Where the echo shrinks in the wall dark and deep”—

The Unknown Dead: By Henry Timrod. (W. G. S.)

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

“The rain is splashing on my sill,

But all the winds of Heaven are still,”—

An Unknown Hero: By Wm. Gordon McCabe, Camp near Richmond, 1862. (Amaranth, from theSouthern Illustrated News.)

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

“Sweet Malvern Hill is wreathed in flame,

From serried ranks the steel is gleaming”—

The Unreturning: (S. S.)

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

“The swallow leaves the ancient eaves,

As in the days agone;”—

Uprise, Ye Braves!By G. H. M., of the Washington Artillery. S. L. M., November and December, 1863. (Bohemian, from the RichmondDespatch.)

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

“Uprise, ye braves of Southern birth!

Uplift your flag on high,”—

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

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

“Up, up, let the stars of our banner,

Flash out like the brilliants above,”—

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

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

“Oh come boys, come with a merry heart and will; up with the flag,

up with the flag

And bear it onward to victory still, up with the flag and away”—

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

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

“Love dwells within your sunny smiles,

And heaven in your heart”—

The Valiant Conscript: (Lee.)

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

“How are you, boys, I’m just from camp,

And feel as brave as Caesar;”—

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

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

“The peace of the valley is fled,

The calm of its once happy bowers”—

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

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

“The Yanks were sure that we were theirs,

Submissive prey of the Northern bears,”—

The Vanquished Patriot’s Prayer: (E. V. M.)

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

“Ruler of nations! bow thy ear,

I cannot understand”—

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

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

“It is not always dark!

When night’s black shades are round us chill”—

The Very Latest From Butler: (R. B. B., 11½.)

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

“Some generals love the battle’s roar,

And laurels red and gory;”—

Vicksburg—A Ballad: By Paul H. Hayne, Columbia, South Carolina, August 6, 1862. (W. G. S.)

“For sixty days and upwardsA storm of shell and shot”—

“For sixty days and upwards

A storm of shell and shot”—

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

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

“Oh, how I thrill in ev’ry nerve!

I, who for tyrants never swerve”—

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

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

“At the trumpet’s blast the gates flew open wide,

And thousands packed the court”—

Vidi Ami Plorare: By Lieut. J. E. Dooley. (Sunny.)

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

“Methinks I see him even now,—

His smiling lips and soft blue eyes;”—

Violets in Lent: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

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

“Light is breaking from the clouds,

Wintry snow no more enshroud”—

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

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

“Three cheers for Virginia, the home of the free,

The birthplace of Washington, the land of liberty”—

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

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

“Glorious Virginia! Freedom sprang,

Light to her feet at thy trumpets’ clang:”—

Virginia: A Sonnet: By Mrs. M. J. Preston. (Beechenbrook.)

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

“Grandly thou fillest the world’s eye today,

My proud Virginia. When the gage was thrown”—

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

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

“The mother of States! In song and in story,

Virginia’s the proudest name ever enrolled”—

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

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

“The cloud is dark,—the storm is nigh,

The foeman’s step advances,”—

Virginia and Her Defenders: Air, “Carolina, Carolina.” (Cav.)

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

“Virginia, Virginia! your children of glory,

Are wedded forever to historic story”—

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

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

“The sun looked forth in glory;

A day of joy it seemed;”—

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

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

“Unconquered captive, close thine eye,

And draw the ashen sackcloth o’er,”—

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

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

“O Virginia, fair Virginia, queen of all our sunny land,

Of the warlike Southern sisters, thou the chosen of the band”—

Virginia, 1861: (W. L.)

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

“Land of my birth! my love, my pride, all honor to thy name,

Thy children have no cause to blush, though jealous of thy fame!”—

Virginia Fuit: By John R. Thompson. (Amaranth.)

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

“Consummatum—the work of destruction is done,

The race of the first of the States has been run”—

Virginia in 1863: A Dialogue: (C. C.)

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

“Child—‘See that blue line, Mother,

Coming ’round the hill’”—

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

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

“Go thou and search the archives,

Of all recorded time”—

Virginia—Late But Sure: By William H. Holcombe, M.D. (S. L. M., Ed. Table, May ’61.)

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

“The foe has hemmed us round, we stand at bay,

Here will we perish or be free today!”—

Virginia to the Rescue: By Virginia. (Bohemian from the RichmondDispatch.)

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

“‘Virginia to the rescue!’ ’tis her children’s battle cry,

Whose name is it they join with hers, and what echoes fill the sky?”—

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

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

“Virginia hears the dreadful summons,

Sounding hoarsely from afar”—

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

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

“The knightliest of the knightly race,

Who, since the days of old,”—

Virginia’s Dead: (E. V. M.)

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

“Proud Mother of a race that reared—

The brave and good of ours,”—

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

“‘These are my jewels,’ said a Roman dame,Long years ago.—Virginia says the same,”—

“‘These are my jewels,’ said a Roman dame,

Long years ago.—Virginia says the same,”—

The Virginia’s Knocking Around: By M., Baltimore, March 30, 1863. (Md. Hist. B.)

“’Twas on a windy night in March,In a chamber lone at Washington”—

“’Twas on a windy night in March,

In a chamber lone at Washington”—

Virginia’s Message to the Southern States: (R. R.)

“You dared not think I’d never come,You could not doubt your Mother;”—

“You dared not think I’d never come,

You could not doubt your Mother;”—

Virginia’s Rallying Call: By Louise Elemjay. (Bohemian.)

“Come, to my side, my gallant children come,Heard ye that edict of yon caitiff scum:”—

“Come, to my side, my gallant children come,

Heard ye that edict of yon caitiff scum:”—

Virginia’s Tribute to Her Daughters: By Cora. January, 1863. (S. L. M., March, ’63.)

“Ye daughters of Virginia a joyous anthem raise,Your Mother State doth honor you with richest meed of praise,”—

“Ye daughters of Virginia a joyous anthem raise,

Your Mother State doth honor you with richest meed of praise,”—

A Voice from the Old Maryland Line: Air, “Maryland, My Maryland.” By N. G. R. (Dr. N. G. Ridgley.) Baltimore, October 27, 1861. (R. B. B., 70.)

“The Old Line’s foot is on thy shore, Maryland,Returned triumphant as of yore! Maryland”—

“The Old Line’s foot is on thy shore, Maryland,

Returned triumphant as of yore! Maryland”—

A Voice from the South: Inscribed to Queen Victoria. By Rosa Vertner Jeffrey, January, 1863. (E. V. M.)

“From our ancient moss-veiled forests,Jasmine bowers, savannahs green”—

“From our ancient moss-veiled forests,

Jasmine bowers, savannahs green”—

The Voice of the South: By Tyrtaeus. (W. G. S., from the CharlestonMercury.)

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

“’Twas a goodly boon that our fathers gave,

And fits but ill to be held by the slave;”—

Voices of the Winds: By Major S. Yates Levy, of Georgia. (Sunny.)

“Folded in the thoughtful mantle,Night around the wretched binds;”—

“Folded in the thoughtful mantle,

Night around the wretched binds;”—

The Volunteer: Air, “The Girl I Left Behind Me.” (C. S. B.)

“The hour was sad, I left the maid,A lingering farewell taking”—

“The hour was sad, I left the maid,

A lingering farewell taking”—

The Volunteer, or, It is My Country’s Call: By Harry McCarthy. (C. S. B.)

“I leave my home and thee, dear, with sorrow in my heart,It is my country’s call, dear, to aid her I depart”—

“I leave my home and thee, dear, with sorrow in my heart,

It is my country’s call, dear, to aid her I depart”—

Volunteer Mess Song: John Hopkins, Printer, New Levee St., 4th D. (Wash’n, 216.)

“Here’s to our Generals brave, who we know will well behave,With their officers and soldiers to sustain em! ha! ha!”—

“Here’s to our Generals brave, who we know will well behave,

With their officers and soldiers to sustain em! ha! ha!”—

Volunteer Song: Written for the Ladies’ Military Fair held at New Orleans, 1861. Published in the New OrleansPicayune, April 28, 1861, and sung by the regiments departing for Virginia. (Phot. Hist.)

“Go soldiers, arm you for the fight,God shield the cause of Justice, Right:”—

“Go soldiers, arm you for the fight,

God shield the cause of Justice, Right:”—

Volunteered: (S. S.)

“I know the sun shines, and the lilacs are blowing,And the summer sends kisses by beautiful May”—

“I know the sun shines, and the lilacs are blowing,

And the summer sends kisses by beautiful May”—

The Volunteer’s Return: By Lieut. Howard C. Wright. (Sunny.)

“’Tis just three years this morning,Since last I viewed this spot;”—

“’Tis just three years this morning,

Since last I viewed this spot;”—

The Volunteers to the “Melish:”By William C. Estres. (R. R.)

“Come forth, ye gallant heroes,Rub up each rusty gun,”—

“Come forth, ye gallant heroes,

Rub up each rusty gun,”—

Wait For the Wagon: New Song Revised by Dr. Hopkins. (Hopkins.)

“South Carolina, a fiery little thing,Said she wouldn’t stay in a governmentWhere Cotton wasn’t King;”—

“South Carolina, a fiery little thing,

Said she wouldn’t stay in a government

Where Cotton wasn’t King;”—

Wait till the War, Love, is Over: Words by A. J. Andrews, Music by C. W. Burton. Richmond, Virginia. (R. B. M., 1864.)

“’Twas gentle spring, the flowers were bright,The bird’s sweet song was lovely”—

“’Twas gentle spring, the flowers were bright,

The bird’s sweet song was lovely”—

Waiting: By William Shepardson. (Bohemian.)

“All day long beside the window,Gazing through the mist and rain,”—

“All day long beside the window,

Gazing through the mist and rain,”—

Waiting For a Battle: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.)

“As one oppressed who feels the coming ofA storm, insensible to splendor of”—

“As one oppressed who feels the coming of

A storm, insensible to splendor of”—

The War, by Walt Whitman: (By John R. Thompson): (S. L. M., Ed. Table, January, 1862.)

“I sing of war—Grim-visaged, bloody-handed, rough-shod War, striking out from theshoulder”—

“I sing of war—

Grim-visaged, bloody-handed, rough-shod War, striking out from the

shoulder”—

The War Chief Magruder: Air, “Hail to the Chief.” By Col. H. Washington. (Alsb.)

“Hail to the Chief! who in triumph has scatter’dThe clouds that o’er Texas so gloomily press’d”—

“Hail to the Chief! who in triumph has scatter’d

The clouds that o’er Texas so gloomily press’d”—

The War-Christian’s Thanksgiving: Respectfully dedicated to the War-Clergy of the United States, Bishops, Priests and Deacons. Jeremiah xxxxviii, 10. By S. Teackle Wallis, Fort Warren, 1863. (E. V. M.)

“O God of battles! once again,With banner, trump and drum,”—

“O God of battles! once again,

With banner, trump and drum,”—

War-Shirkers: By Teke, of Travis County. (Alsb.)

“A brood of skulkers are ye all!As deaf as adders to the call”—

“A brood of skulkers are ye all!

As deaf as adders to the call”—

War Song: (R. R.)

“Come! come! come!Come, brothers, you are called,”—

“Come! come! come!

Come, brothers, you are called,”—

War Song: (Randolph.)

“Now is the hour, men of the South,To strike for life or death”—

“Now is the hour, men of the South,

To strike for life or death”—

War Song: Air, “March, March, Eltrick and Teviotdale.” (R. R. from the CharlestonMercury.)

“March, march, on brave ‘Palmetto’ boys”—

War Song: Tune, “Bonnie Blue Flag.” By J. H. Woodcock. (R. R.)

“Huzza! huzza! let’s raise the battle cry,And whip the Yankees from our land,”—

“Huzza! huzza! let’s raise the battle cry,

And whip the Yankees from our land,”—

War Song (Manassas Hymn): Air, “Liberty Duet” in “Il Puritani.” (S. L. M., Feb. and March, ’62.)

“Awake! arise my warriors!Liberty, your mother calls to you!”—

“Awake! arise my warriors!

Liberty, your mother calls to you!”—

A War Song for Virginia: (R. R.)

“Sound, Virginia, sound your clarion!From your serried ranks of war!”—

“Sound, Virginia, sound your clarion!

From your serried ranks of war!”—

War Song of The Partisan Ranger: Dedicated to Captain John H. Morgan. Air, “McGregor’s Gathering.” By Benjamin F. Porter. (J. M. S. from the Greenville, Alabama,Observer):

“The forests are green by the homes of the SouthBut the hearth stones are red with the blood of her youth;”—

“The forests are green by the homes of the South

But the hearth stones are red with the blood of her youth;”—

The War Storm: By C. J. H. (R. R.)

“Often, by a treacherous sea-side,I have heard the ocean’s roar,”—

“Often, by a treacherous sea-side,

I have heard the ocean’s roar,”—

War-Waves: By Catherine Gendron Poyas, of Charleston. (W. G. S.)

“What are the war-waves saying,As they compass us around?”—

“What are the war-waves saying,

As they compass us around?”—

The Warrior’s Steed: By Mrs. V. E. W. (McCord) Vernon, Richmond, March 22, 1862. (C. C.)

“A day of wrath, was that which shone,Upon Manassas’ plain”—

“A day of wrath, was that which shone,

Upon Manassas’ plain”—

The Waste of War: (E. V. M.)

“Give me the gold that war had cost,Before this peace-expanding day”—

“Give me the gold that war had cost,

Before this peace-expanding day”—

Wearing of the Grey: By O. K. P. (Wash’n. 218.)

“Our cannon’s mouths are dumb—no moreOur volleyed muskets peal,”—

“Our cannon’s mouths are dumb—no more

Our volleyed muskets peal,”—

Wearing of the Grey: By a Mississippian. (E. V. M.)

“Oh, have you heard the cruel news?Alas! it is too true;”—

“Oh, have you heard the cruel news?

Alas! it is too true;”—

Wearin’ of the Gray: By Tar Heel. (Fag.)

“Oh! Johnny, dear, and did you hear the news that’s lately spread,That never more the Southern cross must rear its stately head;”—

“Oh! Johnny, dear, and did you hear the news that’s lately spread,

That never more the Southern cross must rear its stately head;”—

We Come! We Come!Dedicated to the Crescent Regiment, of New Orleans, Col. M. J. Smith. By Millie Mayfield. (R. R.)

“We come! we come, for Death or life,For the Grave, or Victory!”—

“We come! we come, for Death or life,

For the Grave, or Victory!”—

We Conquer or Die: Composed by James Pierpont. (J. M. S.)

“The war drum is beating, prepare for the fight,The stern bigot Northmen exalts in his light,”—

“The war drum is beating, prepare for the fight,

The stern bigot Northmen exalts in his light,”—

Weep, Weep: By Refugee, May, 1865. (E. V. M.)

“Weep! for a fallen land,For an unstained flag laid low;”—

“Weep! for a fallen land,

For an unstained flag laid low;”—

We Know That We Were Rebels, or Why Can We Not Be Brothers: By Clarence Prentice. (Alsb.)

“Why can we not be brothers? the battle now is o’er,We’ve laid our bruised arms on the field, to take them up no more;”—

“Why can we not be brothers? the battle now is o’er,

We’ve laid our bruised arms on the field, to take them up no more;”—

Welcome “Jeff” to Baltimore: Air, “Annie of the Vale.” (R. B. B., 71.)

“In charms now we slumber, and insults in numberWe hear from our insolent foes;”—

“In charms now we slumber, and insults in number

We hear from our insolent foes;”—

A Welcome to the Invader: “An Ode,” addressed to the picked men of Col. Wilson’s New York command. (R. R. from theCharleston Courier.)

“What! have ye come to spoil our fields,Black hearts and bloody hands!”—

“What! have ye come to spoil our fields,

Black hearts and bloody hands!”—

We Left Him on the Field: By Miss Marie E. Jones, of Galveston. (Alsb.)

“We left him on the crimson’d field,Where battle storms had swept,”—

“We left him on the crimson’d field,

Where battle storms had swept,”—

We’ll Be Free in Maryland: Air, “Gideon’s Band.” By Robert E. Holtz, January 30, 1862. (R. R.)

“The boys down South in Dixie’s land,Will come and rescue Maryland”—

“The boys down South in Dixie’s land,

Will come and rescue Maryland”—

Western Dixie: By Mrs. Virginia Smith. (Im.)

“Come along, boys, we’ll go off to the wars,Never mind the times, we’ll all march cheerily,”—

“Come along, boys, we’ll go off to the wars,

Never mind the times, we’ll all march cheerily,”—

We Swear: (C. S. B. from the LouisvilleCourier.)

“Kneel, ye Southrons, kneel and swear,On your bleeding country’s altar,”—

“Kneel, ye Southrons, kneel and swear,

On your bleeding country’s altar,”—

What are Trumps?By James B. Randall. (S. L. M., Ed. Table, December, ’61.)

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