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The Southern War Poetry of 

the Civil War 




Thesis presented to the Faculty of the Graduate School of the University 
of Pennsylvania, May 1918, in partial fulfilment of the require- 
ments for the degree of Doctor of Philosophy 


Copyright, 1018 

Esther Parker Ellinger 

■r. PA. 


In the assembling of material so widely scattered and so long 
unsought either by students or by collectors, it has been necessary 
for me to depend in some measure on the eflforts of others who have 
been most generous with their help and assistance. I desire to 
record my gratitude especially to my Father and my Mother, with- 
out whose unfailing sympathy and co-operation this work could 
not have been done: and to Mrs. C. Francis Osborne of Phila- 
delphia, Miss Sallie Shepherd of Norfolk, Virginia, and Miss 
Florence D. Johnston of Philadelphia, for books and individual 
poems. For their courtesy in allowing me free access to the col- 
lections committed to their charge I must acknowledge further 
indebtedness to Mr. Wallace H. Cathcart, Vice-President and Dir- 
ector of the Western Reserve Historical Society, Cleveland, whose 
splendid collection of Civil War items contains many rare and 
important imprints and broadsides: and to Mr. Bunford Samuel, of 
the Ridgway Branch of the Library Company of Philadelphia, to 
whose private collection I am indebted for several poems which 
I have not found elsewhere. 

Particularly to Dr. Arthur Hobson Quinn of the University of 
Pennsylvania, under whose direction this thesis was written, I 
wish to acknowledge my obligation and to express my sincere 
appreciation for his guidance and advice. 

E. P. E. 
UniveiWty of Pennsylvania, 15 April, 1918. 

*'Time in ita deeps swims like a monstrous 
whale: and like a whale, feeds on the littlest 
things — small tunes and little unskilled songs 
of the olden golden evenings^ — and anon tum- 
eth whale-like to overthrow whole ships." 

Dunsany— "The Raft Builders. 


Foreword 3 

Chapter I. The Significance of the Southern War Poetry 7 

Chapter II. The Historical Detelopment of the Southern War 
Poetry 17 

Reference Bibuograpeiy 49 

BiBLioGRAPEnr OF Collections Exabuned 50 


Abbreviations Used for Anthologies 56 

Abbrevlations Used of Collections 57 

Index of Southern War Poems of the Civil War 58 

The SiGNiFiCANcaB of the Southern War Poetry 

"The emotional literature of a people," wrote one of the great- 
est of the Southern poets, William Gilmore Sinmis,* "is as nec- 
essary to the philosophic historian as the mere detail of events in 
the progress of a nation . . . The mere facts in a history 
do not always or often indicate the true animus of the action. 
But in poetry and song the emotional nature is apt to declare 
itself without reserve . . . speaking out with a passion 
which disdains subterfuge, and through media of imagination and 
fancy, which are not only without reserve, but which are too co- 
ercive in their own nature, too arbitrary in their own influence, 
to acknowledge any restraint upon that expression which glows 
or weeps with emotions that gush freshly and freely from the 

Edmund Clarence Stedmanf put the matter a little differently. 
Asking what may constitute the significance of any body of rhyth- 
mical literature, restricted to its own territory, he answered the 
question thus: "Undoubtedly and first of all, the essential quality 
of its material as poetry; next to this, its quality as an expression 
and interpretation of the time itself. In many an era, the second 
factor may afford a surer means of estimate than the first, inas- 
much as the purely literary result may be nothing rarer than the 
world already has possessed, nor greatly differing from it: never- 
theless it may be the voice of a time, of a generation, of a people 

. . . all of extraordinary import to the world's future." 

"Our own poetry," he continues elsewhere,! "excels as a rec- 
ognizable voice in utterance of the emotions of a people. The 
storm and stress of youth have been upon us, and the nation has 
not lacked its lyric cry . . . One who underrates the sig- 

♦See War Poetry of the Souihf ed. by W. Gilmore Simins, Preface, pp. v 
and vi. 

fSee An American Anthology, Introduction, p. xxii. 
tSee An American Anthology, Introduction, p. xxii. 


8 The Southern War Poetry of the CivU War 

nificance of our literature, prose or verse, as both the expression 
and the stimulant of national feeling, as of import in the past and 
to the future of America, is deficient in that critical insight which 
can judge even of its own day unwarped by personal taste or 
deference to public impression. He shuts his eyes to the fact 
that at times, notably throughout the years resulting in the Civil 
War, this literature has been a 'force.' " 

That the poetry written in the Confederate States during the 
days of the Civil War was a "force" in potency second only to the 
army in the field, is a fact that has been too long unnoticed by 
commentators on the literature of our country. In the rare cases 
when its influence was recognized, its quality has been mistaken, 
its character misunderstood, its quantity and volume under-esti- 
mated. Due perhaps in part to the intensity of feeling engendered 
between victors and vanquished in the Lost Cause, the darkness 
of the days following the dose of the war effectively hid from 
view and kept from national circulation the verses and songs 
which the war had produced in the South. This was the primcury 
cause which prevented them from attaining the universal and 
critical appreciation of their value that was the right of so large 
and important a movement in the history of Americcm letters. 
The ruin of the South financially and economically, prevented her 
from calling attention to her own achievement: while the wide- 
spread destruction and dispersal of property, as well as the nec- 
essarily ephemeral nature of many of her publications, offers not 
the least satisfactory explanation for the comparative restriction 
of Southern Civil War verse to the land whence it sprang. 

If, however, to the modem critic these poems and songs are 
comparatively unknown, by the Southerner of Civil War days 
their value was understood and appreciated to the full. Within 
a year after war broke out, early in the days of '62, at least two 
definite attempts to assemble the fast multiplying verses and songs 
were being made, the first* by Professor Chase and John R. 
Thompson of Richmond, editor of the Southern Field and Fire- 
side; the second by "Bohemian," Mr. W. G. Shepperson, who 
was a correspondent for the Richmond Despatch. The latter 
effort resulted, in the spring of '62, in a volume of "War Songs of 

*Noted in the Editor*s Table of The Southern Literary Messenger for Jan- 
uary, 1862. 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 9 

the South/' containing some one hundred and eight poems, and 
with the following significant words in the Preface: 

^'Written contemporaneously with the achievements which 
they celebrate, [these poems] possess all the vitality and f(»rce 
of the testimony of eye-witnesses to a glorious combat, or even 
of actors in it. The spontaneous outburst of popular feeling, 
they give the lie to the assertion of our enemy that this revolution 
is the work of politicians and p€urty leaders alone. 

"Through the Poets' Comer in the newspaper, they have sped 
their flight from and to the heart and mind of the people. They 
showed which way the wind was blowing when the war arose 'a 
little doud like a man's hand,' and black as the heavens may now 
appear, they bravely sing above the storm, soaring so high that 
their wings are brightened by the sun behind the clouds. 

"They cannot fail to challenge the attention of the philosophic 

historian by their origin, and their influence In 

every age, martial songs have wrought wonders in struggles for 
national independence. 

"And surely these newspaper waifs have played no unimport- 
ant part in the actual drama which surrounds us ... . 

"A single volume of ordinary size cannot contain a tithe of the 
songs which have already appeared, and are daily appearing. 
This, however, offers enough to show that during the present 
eventful period, what was said of the early Spaniard is true of 
the Southron: 'He has been unconsciously surrounding history 
with the light of imagination, linking great names with great deeds, 
concentrating those universal recollections in which everyone 
feels he has a part, and silently building up the fabric of national 
poetry on the basis of national enthusiasm.' " 

Fifty years later another Southerner, William Malone Bask- 
erville,* wrote this: "A young Marylander, a stripling just from 
college, was dreaming dreams from which he was awakened by 
the guns of Sumter. One sleepless night in April, 1861, he wrote 
the poem, *My Maryland,' which may not inaptly be called the 
first note of the new Southern literature . . . 'new in strength, 
new in depth, new in the largest elements of beauty and truth.' 
He that had ears to hear might have heard in the booming of 

*See Biographical and Critical Studies of Southern Authors, "Irwin Russell," 
p. 97. 

10 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

those guns not only the signal for a gigantic contest, but also the 
proclamation of the passing away of the old order, and along with 
it the wax flowery, amateurish and sentimental race of Southern 
writers.** The passing of this school, of course, meant the pass- 
ing of what usually has been recognized as the typical literary 
mode of the South. It meant, however, much more than this: 
for the changing order was made possible only by the passing of 
the particular type of civilization that had fostered it, and this, 
in its turn indicated a complete and thorough renaissance not only 
of life and letters, but also of Southern soul and spirit. 

The type of civilization that endured in the South, to the days 
of the Civil War, was one of the most picturesque periods of so- 
ciety that can be imagined, but not one that induced or encour- 
aged serious literature. In the North, on the other hand, where 
there were to be found many large cities as centres of population, 
and the great national colleges, literature had developed with the 
people. The earliest settlers of New England had been of a 
religious, thoughtful, and philosophical disposition, and their 
manners and mode of life had served to strengthen these tenden- 
cies in their descendants. Even the climate of the country had 
a marked influence in emphasizing New England's bent towards 
literature. Rigorous winters and inclement temperatures led to 
long enforced periods of indoor life, conducive to study and re- 
flection. The effort and stress required to wring a living from 
the stubborn soil made them an active and a vigorous people. 
At the same time the comparatively small size of their territory, 
the number of their towns and cities and the ease of travel over 
the hard and rocky roads brought them much in contact with 
each other, and insured conmiunication of thought. Theirs was 
a civilization founded on civil ties. Farms were small, cultivated 
usually by the family of the owners, with a few "hired help," and 
centered about the smaller villages and townships, which in their 
turn were satellites of the towns. The towns, again, clustered 
around the cities, which were thus as hubs in the wheels of society. 
The rising individual graduated from the town to the city, where 
were gathered the leading spirits and forces of the day. From 
the cities back to the smaller communities returned the great 
newspapers and magazines, whose spiritual and mental authority 
went unchallenged, and which served the more to amalgamate 
into a living thoughtful whole the inhabitants of the farthest 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 11 

comer of the countryside. For everyone life was hard and plain; 
and there followed the accepted corrollary of high and resolute 

In the South, the thought unquestionably was as grave and 
lofty. It was, however, neither in the hands of the people, as a 
whole, nor so throughly co-ordinated into an entity. This lack 
of centralization and unity arose from the very order of society, 
and was at once its destruction, its charm, and its misfortune. 
In the first place, as regards its territory in comparison with the 
North, there were few large cities, and these were far apart. 
From Richmond to Charleston and New Orleans as the crow flies 
is nearly three times the distance from Boston to Philadelphia. 
In the days of postillions, and in the later days of steamboats 
and raih-oads, a warm damp climate made travel tedious and tire- 
some. Neither did the large cities occupy the positions of im- 
portance of their Northern rivals. Because of the fertile soil, 
fair climate and multiplicity of laborers the financial and political 
power of the country was to be found quite as often among the 
owners of the great plantations, as in the counting rooms or law 
offices of the metropolis. For various reasons, there were no 
great and powerful publishing houses, or influential magazines in 
general circulation, the newspaper taking these places. Another 
factor there was also, that was especially disintegrating for society 
at large. Before the war, education in the South was not univer- 
sal. For about half the population, the women were educated 
at home, or in the case of the well-to-do, at seminaries and board- 
ing schools. The men, as in the old Colonial days, had their 
private tutors, and were then sent to the Universities at home or 
abroad, and to travel. But for the mass of the poorer people, 
there was little to be had beyond the rudiments of training: and 
for many years the University of Virginia was the only educational 
institution below the line, which was the academic equal of the 
Northern colleges. Education here, as everywhere in the South, 
was along purely classic lines, which trained the people to find 
authority in the past, and which tended to create a lack of sym- 
pathy with problems other than those inmiediately concerning the 
public polity. Hence it was that the intellectual relationships 
of the North were exchanged in the South for social ties; which 
proved in times of stress more powerful and unifying than those 
beyond the line, and which made possible, later on, the sympa- 


12 The Southern War Poetry of the CivU War 

thetic consolidation and confederacy of the States at the first 
minute of invasion. In that instant, they were "a band of broth- 
ers," in a common fellowship and interest: and thus it wets that 
the very conditions militating against their literature and literary 
progress before the War, became in 1861, at once their allies in 
the field, and on Parnassus. 

It is undeniable that the literary history of the antebellum 
South could brook no comparison with that of the North. An 
agricultural people such as the Southerners were, are apt to live 
their lyrics and romances, rather than write them. Her greatest 
novelists, Simms and Kennedy and John Esten Cooke, had given 
her quiet old-fashioned historical or pseudo-historical tales after 
the pattern of Sir Walter Scott. Today these seem curiously 
dull and prosy, and more so when placed in comparison with the 
extraordinarily ornate and grotesque Gothic romances of her 
women writers. That style of fiction of which Mrs. Hentz, Mrs. 
Southworth and Miss Evans were the representative authors may 
only be described as unreal and utterly false in tone and color. 
It is sensational to a degree, but its popularity was in proportion 
to its lack of artistic conception. Further than this, what was 
true of her prose, was true of her verse. Just as the fiction of the 
South was an echo of earlier modes, so her chief lyrists wrote 
in the manner of the cavaliers. On the whole, the Southern 
character had seemed better adapted to the practice of politics 
and the management of plantations, than to government in the 
province of literature. Southerners wrote easily and gracefully, 
but without the sincerity and beauty that arise from perfect 
sympathy between the craftsman and his craft. 

It was when a great emotion had thrilled the heart of the South, 
and her spirit kindled to a single mighty flame in the prosecution 
of a cause on which she could unite all her energies, that the 
artificiality of her literature dropped away, and was replaced by 
strength of color, truth of outline and power of expression. Be- 
fore the terror of civil war, the horror of invasion, and the in- 
dignity of submission to what she deemed a false interpretation 
of the Constitution and the principles of Liberty for which her 
fathers had fought, the literature of the South lost its superfic- 
iality, its romantic characteristics. From the earliest days of the 
war, prose in the form of history, philosophical essays and con- 
troversial debate, became the recognized and powerful weapon 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 13 

wielded by her greatest minds: while poetry, in the hands alike 
of poet and peasant, became the great national organ for emotional 

Fully to appreciate the themes and refrains that filled her war 
verse, it is necessary to understand for just what principles, and 
with what a temper, the South began the fight. Whatever had 
been the immediate excuse for war, for the Southerner the conflict 
very quickly resolved itscdf into a struggle for liberty. The 
principle of States' Rights had always been cherished in the South 
since the days of the Articles of Confederation, in 1781, which 
declared at the very onset that while adopting this plan that was 
designed to make of the various integers a government that 
might be per se recognizable, — "each state retcuned its sover- 
eignty, fireedom and independence.*' "Submission to any encroach- 
ment, the least as well as the greatest, on the rights of a state 
means slavery," wrote Dr. Basil Gildersleeve.* "The extreme 
Southern States considered this right menaced by the issue of the 
presidential election." The South had always clung to the earlier 
conception of national union of separate and independent units. 
That the North regarded her as a rebel against the Constitution 
of her fathers but goaded her the more bitterly, who felt that 
above aU things she battled in the right, for the freedom of which 
Washington himself had dreamed, and which her own ancestors 
had been the greater part of the instrument in winning and per- 
fecting. It was therefore to the South a holy contest. "Right or 
wrong, we were fully persuaded in our own minds, and there was 
no lurking suspicion of any moral weakness in our cause," con- 
tinued Dr. Gildersleeve.* "Nothing could be holier than the 
cause, nothing more imperative than the duty of upholding it. 
There were those in the South who when they saw the issue of 
the War, gave up their faith in God, but not their faith in the 

With Lincoln's decision to provision Fort Siunter, on April 1, 
1861, and his call for troops, two weeks later, the question of 
States' Rights was amplified by the addition of two other senti- 
ments which three together formed the lofty inspiration that, in 
the South lifted the struggle above the commonplaces of civil 

*See The Creed of the Old South, pp. 24 and 25. 
*See The Creed of the Old South, p. 38. 

14 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

strife. At once it was dignified into a war in defence of home, 
of native land, and of liberty. It was therefore with a certain 
nobility of purpose that the Confederate Army went forth to 
battle. The North had enlisted on a punitive expedition: the 
South had engaged in a crusade for her ideals. This w€is the 
magic touch that transmuted the comparative dross of her liter- 
ature to pure gold. ''When there flashed upon poetic souls not 
the political issues that were at stake, but the great human situ- 
ation of the struggle, they gave voice to the pent up feelings of 
the new nation." 

The poetic genius of the Southerners had always been lyric in 
character, partly as the result of environment, partly that of 
racial temper, partly as an inheritance from the old Cavaliers who 
had been their ancestors. Nor had the lyrists of the South been 
of slender numbers. Professor Manly 's "Southern Literature" 
credits the land with over two hundred poets whom he considered 
worthy of mention. More than fifty of these belong to Virginia 
alone, and Dr. Painter wrote* of their work that "examination 

reveals among a good deal that is conmionplace 

and imitative, many a little gem that ought to be preserved." 
Their method was usually Byronic and amorous. They had, 
it is true, made little or no use of local color or legend, and 
had given over the narrative and the dramatic for the lyric. Their 
work, however, was always melodious and of easy numbers. 
This was their particular characteristic. The second, and indeed 
the more interesting, was the lack of the professional touch. Be- 
fore the War, there had been few vocational poets, as there had 
been few professed liieratews. Poetry was the possession of the 
many, not of a small group of favored ones, and these wrote purely 
for the pleasure of the art, with so little care for fame or reputa- 
tion that many of their verses still remain uncollected. When, 
therefore, the emotion of the conflict was borne upon the South, 
there were poets to fight her battles — ^lust as there were soldiers 
in the field, — who were using an accustomed mode, though with 
unaccustomed sincerity and felicity. Indeed, the number of 
war poets is one of the amazing phenomena of the time: and as 
in the North, literature was mainly in their hands. Beyond the 
line there were Longfellow, Whittier, Lowell, Emerson, Holmes, 

*See Southern Prote and Poetry^ p. 15. 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 15 

Boker, Whitman and Mrs. Stx)we. In the South, Hayne, Tim- 
rody Ticknor, Simms, John R. Thompson, George Bagby, Dr. 
Holcombe, Mrs. Preston, Mrs. Charles, and Father Ryan filled 
roles as lofty, and as surely inspired. There was, however, this 
difference in their work. The poets of the North lived and wrote 
in comparative security and remoteness from the field. Their 
verses were characterized by a virtuous indignation against the 
rebellion, by appeals for men, anger at constant delay and un- 
necessary defeat, and deliberate exhortations in the name of the 

In the South, on the other hand, conditions were quite different. 
The whole land was a battlefield, which every man, woman and 
child was bound by his principles to defend with his very life, 
and from which they had pledged themselves to drive the invading 
hordes. Each soul was personally involved in the conflict, and 
the poets, instead of looking on the struggle from afar, and 
distantly applauding it, looked out from the very centres of con- 
fusion, calling to their people words of help and cheer and cour- 
age. Theirs was not a plea to engage in the conflict. Theirs was 
the shout of ''Come to the battle! Help us or we perish, and 
with us the sacred fires of true and personal Freedom." It was 
the "terrible experience of a mighty conflict,* in which the soul 
of the people was .... brought out through struggles, 
passion, partings, heroism, love, death, all effect- 
ive in the production of genuine feeling and the development of 
real character. While the battles were being fought in the homes 
of the Southerners, their poets sent forth now a stirring martial 
lyric, now a humorous song or poem recounting the trials and 
hardships of camp, hospital and prison life . . . these be- 
coming ever more and more intermingled with dirges for Jackson, 
for Albert Sidney Johnston, for Stuart, for Ashby, and finally for 
the Conquered Banner. In all these there was no trace of 
artificiality, no sign of the mawkish sentimentality of the old 
waxflowery, amateurish and sentimental race of Southern writers 
. They were surcharged with deep, genuine, sincere 
feeling. They were instinct with life. In this respect the war 
poetry laid the foundation of the new Southern literature . . . 

*See Biographical and Critical Studies of Southern Authors, "Irwin RusseU," 
pp. 97 and 98. 

16 The Southern War Poetry of the Citiil War 

'new in strength, new in depth, new in the largest elements of 
beauty and truth.*" 

It was a terrible price to pay for a renaissance of art, wrung 
as it was from the heart of a wounded people. It appeared still 
more a vain and useless sacrifice because at first the Southern war 
poetry gave rise to no literary genre. Indirectly, however, 
in its return to reality, to simplicity of emotion and truth of 
passion, this war verse was of inestimable value to the riong 
school of Southern fiction and prose. Nevertheless, the renaissance 
could not come at once. It was only when the pain and ruin of 
war had somewhat passed, and the South had begun to recover 
from the waste which the conflict had wrought on the land, when 
the bitterness of the struggle had softened with the changing 
years and generations, and after the new attitude towards life 
had had time to crystalize into permanency, that one of her young- 
er poets could write of her, with truth:* 

Lol from the war cloud, dull and dense, 
Loyal and chaste and brave and strong 

Comes forth the South with frankincense. 
And vital freshness in her song. 

The weight is fallen from her wings, 

To find a purer air she springs 

Out of the night, into the mom. 

*See **To the Souih" stanza V, by James Maurice Thompson. 

The Historical Development of the Southern War Poetry 

Contemporary criticism is seldom safely to be trusted, but 
there are times when contemporaneous comment is as valuable as 
it is enlightening. It is so with this statement by T. C. de Leon 
— ^in his introduction to an anthology of the Southern Civil War 
verse.* "If poems bom of revolution bore no marks of the bit- 
ter need that crushed them from the hearts of their authors, 
they would have no value whatever, intrinsic or historical." 

Southern war poetry is worthy of preservation because it is 
an expression of vital appeal and of sentiment wrung from the 
heart of a people. For the most part, it was written under the 
stress of the moment. It was indeed the spontaneous overflow of 
powerful emotion, but only occasionally does it take its origin 
from emotion recollected in tranquillity. Nevertheless, it speaks 
the language of men and women, and in it we may read, as 
perhaps through no other medium, the true story of the develop- 
ment of Southern character, of national spirit, and of definite sec- 
tional consciousness. 

Today the poetry remains to us in the newspapers and maga- 
zines of the period, and in the anthologies and various collections 
of war verse (the best of these appearing either during the war 
or shortly after). Most interesting, but most ephemeral of them 
all, it remains in part in the small printed broadsides, or single 
sheets in handbill form, which usually appeared anonymously 
and mysteriously, at times even without the name of the printer. 
Issued in varying numbers, on wretched paper, and seldom gath- 
ered together, so many of these have perished in the passage of 
the years, that in many instances a single copy may remain in 
existence. Of the verses that circulated in MSS. there is now 
little trace. Occasionally, as in the case of K — s "To the 
Memory of Stonewall Jackson," some old copy-book or diary will 
restore them to the light: but of the various sources, less result is 
obtained from this field than from the others. 

*See South Songs, p. vii. 


18 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Next to the appearance of the poems in the papers and journals, 
publication by broadside was probably the most common usage. 
Especially in the later days of the war, when newspaper publi- 
cation was either temporarily or entirely suspended, this medium 
insured the quickest distribution of verse particularly applicable 
to the moment, a battle ode, a dirge of a fallen leader, or a song 
of peculiarly inspiriting phraseology. It was in this broadside 
form that **My Maryland" spread through the South almoeft in 
a day, anonymously, and often suffering from lines badly copied 
or cut. That Randall was the author was a fact silently under- 
stood and conmGiunicated: for it was safest and wisest in those 
early days, and particularly in the border states, that names be 
not mentioned. Even later, and after months of war, this con- 
dition still obtained. The appearance, in September, 1862, of 
"Stonewall Jackson's Way," written by Dr. John Williamson 
Palmer, as he listened to the guns of Sharpsburg, is a case in 
point. Dr. Palmer gives this history of the poem, and its pub- 

'*In September, 1862, I found myself ... at Oakland 
. . . in Garrett County, Maryland. Early on the sixteenth 
there was a roar of guns in the air, and we knew that a great battle 
was toward ... I knew that Stonewall was in it, whatever 
it might be: it was his way, — 'Stonewall Jackson's Way.' I had 
twice put that phrase into my war letters, and other correspond- 
ents, finding it handy, had quoted it in theirs. I paced the piazza 
and whistled a song of Oregon lumbermen and loggers that I had 
learned from a California adventurer in Honolulu. The two 
thoughts were coupled and welded into one to make a song: and 
as the words gathered to the call of the tune I wrote the ballad 
of 'Stonewall Jackson's Way' with the roar of these guns in my 
ears. On the morrow I added the last stanza .... 

"In Baltimore I told the story of the song to my father, 
and at his request made immediately another copy of it. This 
was shown cautiously to certedn members of the Maryland Club: 
and a trusty printer was found who struck off a dozen slips of it, 
principally for private distribution. That first printed copy of 
the song was headed Tound on a Rebel Sergeant of the Old Stone- 
waU Brigade, Taken at Winchester.' The fabulous legend was 

*See Photographic History of the Civil War, vol. 9, pp. 86 and 88. 


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for the^misleading of the Federal provost marshal, as were also 
the address and date, 'Martinsburg, September 13, 1862.' " 

It must not be supposed that this war verse which has survived 
to our day consists merely of battle songs and popular ballads on 
themes arising from the nature of the conflict. Just as the war 
w€is far reaching and general in its effect, touching every South- 
erner personally, and too often poignantly, so the poetic response 
was varied and modified to meet the demand of the moment. 
There is description, and narration; there are of course dialectics 
and polemics; there is satire; and there is even a little hiunor. 
And because through all this rings the personal and individual 
appeal, the prevailing note is lyric. Of the dramatic there is very 
little, notably Hayne's "The Substitute," and "The Royal Ape." 
This last is a long dramatic narrative in iambic pentameter rimed 
couplets that is possibly more interesting as satire and propa- 
ganda than as pure drama. Yet neither of these is a work of free 
inspiration. The Southern war poet did his best work when out 
of the fulness of his heart, he either vowed allegiance to his be- 
loved land, and her leaders, or wrote in passion and defiance as 
a resolved defender of the freedom of his Fathers. 

Judged from an emotional point of view, this poetry falls into 
three distinct periods, obvious enough in themselves, but inter- 
esting in that by them we may see more clearly the issues of the 
war as reflected in the hearts of the warriors. There are the first 
poems of rebellion against oppression: lyrics of passionate de- 
fiance as well as of hortatory counsel: appeals to remember the 
glory of the past and the danger of the present. The second 
period started at the moment of invasion after which there was 
no longer need for a Congress to formulate the principles for which 
they fought, or to arrange for the unifying of the various State 
integers. Then began the poetry of actual conflict, taking the 
form of verses concerning particular battles, the narration of some 
heroic deed, the lament for a great hero, as well as camp baUads, 
and marching songs. As a connecting link with the first period, 
there are still the poems breathing the national spirit, and loyalty 
to the Southern cause. Even in the third and last period, that 
of disappointment, discouragement and actual defeat, this note 
continues, and is the more poignant for its unfaltering persistence 
in the face of calamity. 

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The poetry of the first period began in the closing days of 1860. 
In November of that year there had been elected by the North 
and West a President whose principles of government seemed to 
threaten the South with danger of extermination of her most 
precious interests. The platform of Republicanism she consider- 
ed in every respect inimical to her importance as a unit in the 
central organization of states. Her very identity was endanger- 
ed, and that to a section where pride of historic heritage was as 
dear as actual power of wealth and commerce, aroused her as 
could perhaps nothing else. Therefore, on December twentieth, 
1860, South Carolina passed her order of secession, following it 
with the ^'Declaration of Independence," which justified the 
previous action by recalling the two great principles asserted by 
the early colonies, namely, "the right of a state to govern itself, 
and the right of a people to abolish a government when it becomes 
destructive to the ends for which it was instituted. And con- 
current with the establishment of these principles was the fact 
that each colony became and was recognized by the mother coun- 
try as a free, sovereign and independent state." It was a proud 
imperious challenge, and made immediate appeal to every South- 
erner to whom freedom and independence, personal or otherwise, 
was a precious birthright. The proclamation fired the imagina- 
tion, as it did the poetic spirit of the land: the poetic response 
struck the same note. S. Henry Dickson's "South Carolina" was 
one of the first poems to appear. Its verses are as lofty in 
tone as the lines of the proclamation, and equally as sincere. 
They are frankly exultant. 

The deed is done I the die is cast; 
The glorious Rubicon is passed: 
Hail, Carolina I free at last. 

Strong in the right I see her stand 
Where ocean laves the shelving sand: 
Her own Palmetto decks the strand. 

She turns aloft her flashing eye; 
Radiant, her lonely star on high 

Shines clear against the darkening sky. 

* * * * * 

Fling forth her banner to the gale I 
Let all the hosts of earth assail, — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 21 

Their fury and their force shall fail. 

* * * * * 

Oh, land of heroes 1 Spartan State! 
In numbers few, in daring great. 
Thus to affront the frown of fatet 

And while mad triumph rules the hour, 
And thickening clouds of menace lower. 
Bear back the tide of tyrant power. 

With steadfast courage, faltering never. 
Sternly resolved, her bonds to sever: 
Hail, Carolina! free forever! 

This may be the expression of the hour, but it proved as well 
to be the poetic sentiment of the next four years. Every poet of 
the South, from the humblest maker of camp catches to llie great- 
est of her lyrists, shared this attitude of resolve, as they watched 
their Spartan nation continue to wage what they consented to be 
a righteous war for freedom, against a tyrant power. Naturally, 
expression became more sharply crystalized with the actual inva- 
sion. None the less, even thus early, before the end of '60, we 
have a precise foreshadowing of the war attitude of the Confed- 
erate poet. 

With the passage of secession in South Carolina, at once the 
remaining "Cotton States" were torn by the conflict of making 
a great decision. There were those to whom the indignity of 
submitting their conception of government to what they called 
a usurpation of authority was inconceivable treachery to an 
ancient and honorable past: and there were those to whom un- 
questioning obedience to the Government at Washington was the 
only way of fulfilling the heritage of their ancestors. In the end, 
the extremists won. The North would offer no compromise: 
indeed, it would have been contrary to the Southern code of honor 
to have accepted halfway measures. To them there appeared no 
other course to pursue, no solution but to follow Carolina's lordly 
lead. Mississippi seceded on January ninth, Florida on the 
tenth, Alabama on the eleventh, Georgia on the nineteenth, 
Louisiana on the twenty-sixth. 

For the South as a whole, as well as for her poets, January had 
been a month of tempest. Following the secession of Carolina, 
the situation that had developed over Fort Siunter was danger- 

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ous to the extreme. As it afterwards proved, Sumter was the 
tinder which kindled the flame of war; and as early as January, 
when Major Anderson refused to surrender the fort the menace 
within the South began to show itself. The authorities of Char- 
leston, endangered by Federal possession of Sumter, demanded 
its surrender. No decision could have been reached until after 
March fourth, when Lincoln was inaugurated. Meanwhile, on 
the fourth of February, the six states which had already left the 
Union, and Texas, which seceded three days earlier, formally met 
at convention ip Charleston, and united in a Confederacy, in 
opposition to the Government at Washington. It was a move 
which their poets, as well as their more practically visioned men, 
had been frantically urging. Two of the most interesting of the 
poems of this period appeared, the one in the Southern Literary 
Messenger for January, by William Gilmore Sinuns, the other in 
the Charleston Courier, about the middle of the month, addres- 
sed in French, by R. Thomassy, under date of Nouvelle Orleans, 
2 Janvier 1861, to ''Les Enfants du Sud." It is fiery and eloquent 
of passion. 

Enfants du Sud, routrage et la menace 

Aux nobles ooeurs ne laissent plus de choix. 
Le paix nous trompe: un serpent nous enlace 

Tranchons ses noeuds, et defendons nos droits I 
Qu* attendrons — ^nous pour reprendre Tepee, 

Qui triompha d'un vieux monde oppresseur? 
Le nord aussi, violant la foi juree, 

Seme a son tour discorde et deshonneur. 
Aux armes done pour la cause sacree; 

De nos ayeux vengcons les saintes lois; 
Nons sommes Sparte, invincible, eprouvee; 

Que sa vertu preside a nos exploits I 

Gilmore Simms* poem is less a call to arms, and more a warm 
and affectionate tribute to a beloved land, noteworthy because 
it proves that even before the Confederacy was formed, the people 
of the South were united in her love. The second stanza is better 
than the first. 

She is all fondness to her friends: to foes 

She glows a thing of passion, strength and pride; 

She feels no tremors when the danger's nigh, 
But the fight over, and the victory won. 

How with strange fondness turns her loving eye 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 23 

In tearful welcome on each gaUant son I 


I glory that my lot with her is cast, 

And my soul flushes and exultant sings; 

Already there had begun the actual war verse, taking here the 
form of the invitation to arms. That war, the "irrepressible 
conflict," was inevitable, was recognized by all sensible men. 
"Barhamville" in January addressed one of the first of these, 
**The Call," to the editor of the South Carolinian. At this time, 
too, there appeared the fervid "Spirit of '60," in the Columbus 
Times J forerunner of a series in which were contrasted the spirit 
of the present and of '76. To the South, both were wars for lib- 
erty, both struggles against oppression, in both contests the South 
was a vital factor; and the analogy was too good for a poetic 
eye to miss. 

The finest single poem produced in this preliminary stage of the 
contest was that by Henry Timrod, "Ethnogenesis," written 
during the meeting of the first Southern Congress, at Montgom- 
ery, in the early days of February. To the poet the Congress 
meant indeed the birth of a great nation, a nation among nations, 
strong in its right, and secure in national resource, 

"marshalled by the Lord of Hosts 
And overshadowed by the mighty ghosts 
Of Moultrie and of Eutaw." 

It is a noble utterance and its dignity and melody of expression 
must have added greatly to the deep impression it created. In 
the Souihern Literary Messenger for the month there are Joseph 
Brennan's *'Ballad for the Young South"— "Men of the South! 
our foes are up, in fierce and grim array," — and the defiant "The 
Southland Fears No Foeman," by J. W. M., in which is the richly 
suggestive line, "Her eagles yet are free;" while "from the Georgia 
papers," under date of Atlanta, February first, there is the anony- 
mous "Cotton States' Farewell to Yankee Doodle." This latter 
is especially interesting because it is one of the first of a "Fare- 
well to Brother Jonathan" group which enjoyed considerable 
vogue during the late winter and which was answered in the 
North by Oliver Wendell Holmes, with the lines "Brother Jona- 
than's Lament for Sister Caroline," under date of March 25. Of 
the Confederate poems on this theme, "Farewell to Brother Jon- 
athan" by "Caroline," which appeared about this time seems 

24 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

closely connected with Holmes' verses. The metre of the two 
poems is the same and the thought antithetic, although it would be 
difficult to determine which is the reply. The last two stanzas 
of "Farewell to Brother Jonathan" are particularly good. 

O Brother I beware liow you seek us again. 
Lest you brand on your forehead the signet of Cain; 
That blood and that crime on your oonsdenoe must sit ; 
We may fail, we may perish, but never submit! 

The pathway that leads to the Pharisee's door 
We remember, indeed, but we tread it no more; 
Preferring to turn, with the Publican's faith. 
To the path through the valley and shadow of death. 

Three other poems, apparently of this month, should be men- 
tioned in passing, as exemplifying the note of personal interest 
of the Southern poet in the issue of the struggle. Robert Joselyn's 
"Gather! Gather I" the anonymous war song, "Come, Broth- 
ers! You are called!*' and Millie Mayfield's triumphant "We 
Come! We Come!" may not be poetry of the first order: never- 
theless these are verses written by people to whom the threatened 
conflict is not a matter distant and aloof, but of intimate and vital 

March was a month of little action on both sides. In the North 
it witnessed the inauguration of Lincoln; in the South the com- 
pleter organizing and unification of the Confederacy, and the be- 
ginning of negotiations by the Confederacy by which they might 
secure possession of Fort Sumter. If, however, the South was 
marking time, her poets were not. They continued to urge her 
on to fulfillment of her "destiny." Indeed, this month saw writ- 
ten some of the very best and most resolute of her war verse. 
There is the indignant "Coercion," by John C. Thompson — 

"Who talks of CoercionP Who dares to deny 
A resolute people the right to be freeP*' 

There is the anonymous "Prosopopeia," also in the Southern 
Literary Messenger, which with Timrod's "Cry to Arms," written 
a little later, is the best of the verse of this kind which the period 
produced. Another widely known poem of the month was St. 
George Tucker's "The Southern Cross," verses patterned after 
Key's "Star Spangled Banner," and which had enormous vogue, 
and was even set to music, later on. This in so far as can be de- 

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termined is the first poetic use of the Southern Cross as the symbol 
of the Confederacy, a figure that was later adopted for the design 
of her flag, and which finally became, not only her ensign, but as 
well a symbol of the righteousness of her faith and cause. James 
Barron Hope's "Oath of Freedom," — 

Bom free, thus we resolve to live: 

By Heaven, we will be free. 
By all the stars which bum on high. 
By the green earth — ^the mighty sea — 
By God's unshaken majesty 

We will be free or diel — 

is of a kind with Thompson's "Coercion," and was widely copied 
during this time. Another poem must be mentioned here, as 
presaging the turmoil to follow, "Fort Sumter," by "H.," in the 
New Orleans Delta, with the command of its refrain, "Carolina, 
take the Fort." 

The most eventful months of the year 1861 were April and July, 
for April inaugurated "the irrepressible conflict," and July saw 
the first great battle of the war, and a complete Confederate vic- 
tory. On the first of April, President Lincoln announced his de- 
cision to refuse surrender of Fort Sumter to the Confederates, 
and added that he would undertake to provision the garrison im- 
prisoned there immediately. At once the South was aflame. On 
the morning of the twelfth of April, Beauregard, conmiander of 
the Southern forces at Charleston, ordered the sheUing of the 
Fort, which continued through the thirteenth, and ended with the 
evacuation of the Fort on the fourteenth. The war had begun, 
and though the opening engagement had been without loss to 
either side, and had ended in a Confederate victory, a far bloodier 
and disastrous conflict was inevitable. To the rejoicing South, 
however, there was only the glory of the first decision to consider, 
and the poets in their rapture gave utterance to a sheaf of verse, 
innumerable ballads about Sumter, affectionate odes to the na- 
tion so gloriously bom and baptized by victorious fire, two great 
national songs, and frantic appeals to North Carolina, Virginia 
and Maryland, Tennessee and Kentucky to join fortunes of the 

The first song published in the South after the war began, and 
corresponding, in the North, to E. C. Stedman's "The Twelfth 
of April" was, fittingly enough, "God Save the South" by George 

26 The Southern War Poetry of the Ciril War 

H* Miks of Frederick County, Maryland. Sung to music by 
C W. A. EDerbrock, it was designed to be, and accepted as the 
mrtiooal hymn. It did not however, succeed in becoming a 
farorite. On the twenty-sixth of the months James Rider Ran- 
dall^ inflamed by the circumstances of the ''Baltunore Massacre** 
OD April nineteenth, wrote his ''My Maryland,** the most famous 
Southern poem produced by the war, and one whoes influ^ioe 
was greater than a hundred battles. Circulated at first by broad- 
sides it swept through the South like wildfire, and if any force 
could have drawn Maryland to the side of the Qxifederacy, it 
would have been that exerted by this poem. Her Union Governor, 
however, aided by Federal troops and tactful advice from Wash- 
ington, succeeded in holding the State to the Union, although many 
Marylanders were ardent Southern sympathizers. Virginia, on 
the other hand, who, like Maryland, had been hesitating over her 
decision, hesitated no longer, after the episode of Sumter, implying 
as it did. Federal coercion. On the seventeenth of April she se- 
ceeded from the Union. Her ''pausing*' had long been considered 
a shame and a reproach by Southern poets. Now, they burst 
forth in delight. "Virginia, Late But Sure I*' was the triumphant 
shout of Dr. Holcombe, and Virginia's answer was expressed in 
poems such as "Virginia to the Rescue," "Virginia's Rallying Call," 
or "Virginia's Message to the Southern States." 

The poetry produced or published in May chiefly concerns the 
decision of Virginia, and the assembling of the Southern armies, 
those "Ordered Away" to the field. Virginia's entrance into the 
Confederacy had burnt all the bridges leading back — though re- 
motely — to peace. At once the South proceeded to raUy her 
forces to the standard of her cause, and graduaUy during May and 
June, flung out her battle line across Virginia, West Virginia and 
Kentucky to the Mississippi. Down the river it stretched through 
Forts Henry and Donelson to New Orleans. At one time, in '63, 
the Confederate line surged forward through Western Virginia 
and Maryland so far into Pennsylvania that Harrisburg was di- 
rectly menaced. It was the four years' uncertain task of the 
Union forces to control this line, to break through it, turn it back 
and in upon itself, and finaUy to starve its scattered remnants into 
submission. As this was accomplished the first lyric outburst 
of the War — Timrod's "Cry to Arms," for example — was gradu- 
ally exchanged for a slenderer volume of song. At first her poets 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 27 

encouraged the people to faith and labor; then they sang of 
hope and courage, attempting to relieve the despair of a nation 
whose cause was lost, and whose ruin seemed irretrievable. 

In the spring of '61, however, there was only exultation, while 
in the North the cry of "On to Richmond" welled and grew 
fiercer during May, June and the summer months. Especially 
did it grow imperative after July twentieth, when the Confed- 
erate Capital was transferred there from Montgomery. On the 
next day, July twenty-first, came the great opening battle of the 
war, when the Union army under General Scott, joined with 
Beauregard's men at Manassas Junction. The result was a 
complete Confederate victory, and there was unrestricted panic 
and flight among the Federal troops (the source of much satiric 
comment among the Southern poets) when Joseph E. Johnston's 
army, which had not been expected to arrive until too late to be 
of assistance to Beauregard, appeared at the crucial moment. 

It was only natural that the wave of triumphant exultation 
which had thrilled the South after the fall of Sumter should again 
sweep the land. Her poets responded with a sheaf of poems, in 
which they wrote of the contest from every angle, — odes of 
thanksgiving for victory, narratives of the course of the flight, 
eulogies of Beauregard and Johnston, satires on the behavior of 
the Union forces, camp catches half satiric and half comic, poems 
of particular incidents of the fight, finaUy words of regret and 
sorrow for the slain, and the manner of their slaying. This last 
theme is particularly interesting, for the feeling of horror at the 
situation "where brother fought with brother" was ever-present 
with the Southerners throughout the four years of the War. The 
very best of the poems occasioned by Manassas were those of 
Mrs. Warfield, "Manassas," Susan Archer TaUey's "Battle Eve," 
Ticknor's "Our Left," and the lines by "Ruth," entitled "The 
Battle of Bull Run," dated Louisville, Kentucky, July twenty- 
fourth, and written in curious and effective stanzas of irregular 
"unrhymed rhythms." Mrs. Warfield's poem was stirring and 
vigorous, bold in metaphor and in expression. 

Tbey have raet at last, as storm clouds 

Meet in Heaven, 
And the Northmen, back and bleeding 

Have been driven: 
And their thunders have been stilled, 

28 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

And their leaders crushed or killed. 

And their ranks, with terror thrilled 

Rent and riven! 

Like the leaves of Vallumbroso 

They are lying; 
In the moonlight, in the midnight 

Dead and dying: 
Like those leaves before the gale 
Swept their legions wild and pale, 
While the host that made them quail 

Stood, defying. 


But peace to those who perished 

In our passesi 
Light be the earth above them! 

Green the grasses! 
Long shall Northmen rue the day. 
When they met our stem array, 
And shrunk from battle's wild affray 

At Manassas. 

Miss Talley's **Battle Eve," with its beautiful picture of twi- 
light cahn before the darker night of storm and death, is affecting 
in its simple direct appeal, and sincerity of regret for the carnage 
of conflict — and was called forth by the seriousness of the im- 
pending meeting at Manassas. Francis Orray Ticknor's ''Our 
Left" — suggested by the indomitable courage and perseverance 
of the Confederate left wing before McDowell's men, until rein- 
forced by the timely arrival of Johnston's army, who brought 
victory with them, is a spirited, almost exalted account of the 
actual battle, and was unmensely popular at the time. There 
are many versions of it still extant, in broadsides and anthologies, 
— for the most part anonymous, since the poem evidently was 
not at first acknowledged by Ticknor. This has led to a cmious 
connection of names. In one of the broadsides versions in the 
collection of the Ridgway Library, in Philadelphia, the poem is 
dated Baltimore, Maryland, October 20, 1861, and is signed by 
"Old Secesh." This signature is also given to "The Despot's 
Song," a popular Lincoln satire of a later period of the War, which 
again is assigned to Baltimore, and from circumstantial evidence 
seems to be the work of Dr. N. G. Ridgely, a Baltimorean who was 
a popular satirist of the day, and who signed his work variously 
"N. G. R.," "Le Diable Baiteux," "0. H. S.," "Cola," and "B." 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 29 

This last signature is further associated with the name of James 
Ryder Randall, for in the Raltimore City Librarian's 0£Bce, in 
Ledger 1411, there is a broadside version of "Maryland, My 
Maryland," published in Baltimore, as were these other broad- 
sides, and signed "B," Point Coupee (La.), April 26, 1861. It 
would, of course, be impossible, so many years later, to puzzle 
out the interrelation of the poems and signatures, and indeed their 
value would hardly warrant the labor. It is, nevertheless, an 
interesting example of the chaos which at times arose from the 
necessarily surreptitious publication and circulation of the Con- 
federate verse. 

Manassas was the last great event of the year. There were 
several minor engagements between the two armies, notably the 
fight at Ball's Blufif, on the twenty-first of October; and there 
was the "Trent Affair," with the capture of the Confederate 
emissaries to England, Mason and Slidell, on November eighth. 
Nevertheless, the Southern poets did not lack inspiring material, 
the continued "aloofness" of Maryland and Kentucky being 
among their most vital themes. They were, of course, never idle 
with their lyrics of loyalty and continued to sound the war note 
or to sing of the South, with indomitable zeal. They had even 
by this time, become so accustomed to the state of war, that they 
could begin to work seriously with satire. The best in this genre 
written in '61 are John R. Thompson's "On to Richmond," sat- 
irizing Winfield Scott's first campaign, and "England's Neutrality" 
(EIngland had passed a proclamation of neutrality towards the 
two belligerents early in May, on the thirteenth): "0 Johnny 
Bull, My Jo John," an anonymous baUad occasioned by the 
presence of English frigates off the coast in '61, and the unfortun- 
ately anonymous, but delightfuUy humorous "King Scare" 
(prompted by the terror in the North regarding the Confederate 
power in the field). 

The close of the year was marked by a poem in the Southern 
Field and Fireside — a "Requiem for 1861," by H. C. B. It is not 
of any particular excellence or poetic merit, but it is worthy of 
note for its expression of sincere sorrow for the conflict that was 
severing a land of brothers; and for a sense of the horror that 
war had brought to the South. 

Year of terror, year of strife, 
Year with evil passions rife 

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Pass, with seething angry fkxxl. 

Pass, with garments dipped in blood, — 

Bom *mid hopes, but raised in fears, 
With thy dewdrops changed to tears. 
With thy springtime turned to bUght, 

And with darkness quenching Ught. 


War*s fierce tread upon our land 
Severing once a kindred band. 
Child and father ranged for strife. 

Brother seeking brother*8 life I 


Thou who doth unsheathe the sword 

By the power of Thy Word, 

And can by Thy mighty will 

To the waves say "peace, be still** 

Gather up this storm once more. 
Where **Thy judgments are in store," 
Send Thy holy dove of Peace, 
And our fettered land release I 

The same longing for peace is shown in the verses "Christ- 
mas Day, A. D. 1861," by M. J. H. But it must be a peace 
with victory. That was the earliest conception. By the lives 
of her sons who had died for her in the year just passed, the South 
was resolved on whatever sacrifice it might cost her to prevail, 
despite the fact that she was already weary of the struggle. No 
better expression of her unchecked purpose may be found than 
in Mrs. Warfield's lines, written in the spring months before 
Manassas, "The Southern Chant of Defiance." With Timrod's 
"Ethnogenesis," and RandaU's "Maryland," it stands the finest 
poetry which the year produced in the Confederacy. 

1862 began with the Confederacy prevailing. Nevertheless, 
the first six months of the year seemed to bring to the South 
nothing but gloom. In February of '62, came news of the cap- 
ture of Fort Henry on the Tennessee River, February sixth, and 
on February eighth, of the fall of Fort Donelson, on the Cumber- 
land. There was much more importance in these two defeats 
than at first appeared to the poets; for these forts were the two 
most valuable gateways to the Southwestern Confederacy, and 
their fall meant not only the first break in the Confederate line, 
but as well, direct menace of Southern control of the Mississippi, 

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and New Orleans. It foreshadowed the later evacuation of Nash- 
vifle, before Grant. 

In January, the month before, the chief theme of the Southern 
poets had been the meditated burning of the cotton crop, by the 
Southern planters, and this cry of ''Bum the Cotton I" had brought 
forth at least one finely phrased poem. In February, the themes 
concerned the siege and evacuation of Donelson, and there began 
the days of wretched anxiety that were to possess the Confederacy 
until the end of July, when the land was to know that the Vir- 
ginia part of her line still held, and Richmond was safe. In 
March McClellan assumed chief control of the Union forces, and 
began his Peninsula campaign, in response to Lincoln's reiterated 
cry, "On to Richmond." On the eighth of the month, the Con- 
federate ram "Merrimac" out from Norfolk, succeeded in break- 
ing the Federal blockade of Hampton Roads, much to the con- 
sternation of the North. The next day, however, in her encounter 
with the "cheesebox" Monitor, "the turtie" Merrimac was too 
badly hurt to be of further or immediate use, and the elation of 
the day before gave way to depression, which was in no way re- 
lieved by the events of the next few months. April saw the prac- 
tical occupation of the Mississippi, with the fall of Corinth, the 
evacuation of Fort Pillow, and on the lower river, Farragut and 
Porter's occupation of New Orleans. Of the Mississippi line, 
there remained to the Confederates only Vicksburg and Port 
Hudson. For the South everything depended on the defeat of 
McClellan's "On to Richmond" march, since on the sixth of the 
month, Albert Sidney Johnston, attempting to retrieve the dis- 
aster to the middle line in Tennessee, had engaged Grant at Shiloh 
and Pittsburgh Landing, with tremendous carnage. The battie 
had proved an incomplete Confederate defeat, but what was 
worse for the South, had occasioned Johnston's death. 

To all of the many events of these opening months, the Southern 
poets made continuous response. National songs inspiring faith 
and courage, as for example, Hewitt's "Lines Written During 
These Gloomy Times, To Him Who Despairs," spoken at the 
Richmond "Varieties" by Mr. Ogden, Wednesday night, May 7, 
1862, — occasional verses suggested by various incidents and epi- 
sodes of the war's progress, camp catches and marching ballads 
praising individual troops and regiments, the poets poured forth 
in unstinting measure. However, the death of Albert Sidney 


32 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Johnston, at Shiloh, made a deeper impresssion on the poets than 
any event of these spring months. The affection and pure love 
which the Southerners lavished on their leaders is one of the sev- 
eral remarkable phenomena of the war. In no other war, and in 
no other country do the leaders appear to have been so beloved, 
so idolized. To us today, the expression of sentiment seems ex- 
travagant and excessive. One attribute it has, however, and one 
that is not to be denied. The praise of the South for her great 
men is always passionately sincere. During the war, the South- 
erners were, as never before, a band of brothers. There was, 
therefore, in their relations with their great men, a personal con- 
tact and appeal which in the North was not so keenly felt. Albert 
Sidney Johnston, who with Beauregard, had been one of the heroes 
of Manassas, was the first of Confederate heroes to fall. The 
South mourned him, as she did all of her sons who fell in her 
defence, truly and warmly. 

When "Stonewall" Jackson died, after Chancellorsville, almost 
a year later, the outburst of the poets with dirges and elegies was 
quite typical. S. A. link quotes T. C. de Leon, the editor of 
South Songs (1866), as saying:* '*I had in my collection no fewer 
than forty-seven monodies and dirges on Stonewall Jackson, 
some dozen on Ashby, and a score on Stuart." Even today there 
are extant a round dozen of poems lamenting the death of Albert 
Sidney Johnston. 

With all the sorrow that came to the South in these first months 
of depression, it is pleasant to see that she had not lost the saving 
humor and satiric sense that was so to strengthen her in the evil 
days which followed. On April sixteenth, for example, the Con- 
federate Congress, alarmed by the condition of the Southern 
army, passed a measure for conscription. This was commented 
upon in the Southern Literary Messenger for the month, with a 
delightful epigram: 

Let us bail in this crisis the prosperous omen 

That our senate shows virtue higher than Roman; 

It has spumed all titles of honor, for rather 

Than claim that each member be called "Conscript Father," 

All self-aggrandizement they lay on the shelves. 

And declare all men conscripts, excepting themselves I 

*See War Poets of the South: Singers on Fire^ S. A. Link, p. 382. 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 33 

During May and June of '62 J[ack8on and Lee endeavored to 
arrest McClellan*s progress by their counter campaign in the 
Shenandoah. For the South it was a most successful move. Not 
only were the Southern arms carried to victory, but, through the 
unfortunate wounding of Joseph E. Johnston at Seven Pines, Lee, 
whose fame had grown in the Shenandoah, was placed in supreme 
conunand of the army of Northern Nirginia. The turning point 
of the Southelrli fortunes had arrived. The battle of the Chicka- 
hcnniny, Malvern Hill, and the Seven Day's fighting before Rich- 
mond, resulted in the defeat of McClellan's campaign, and Rich- 
mond, for the next two years, was saved. 

The army of the Confederacy, through the hardships and re- 
verses of the first year of fighting, had become a seasoned and 
experienced (though, thanks to the blockade, a sadly ill-equip- 
ped) machine. Its three great leaders were Lee and Jackson and 
Beauregard. The Southerners at home were beginning to be 
accustomed to the privations of war. They were all as confident 
as ever of the righteousness of their war. Thus with a united 
Confederacy behind him and after cmotber victory at "Second 
Manassas," in '62, Lee began his ill-starred Maryland campaign, 
as a counter-stroke against the Army of the Potomac. Lee's 
part of the Confederate line, the Army of Northern Virginia, was 
the only part of the original battle wall still intact. Butler and 
his forces were in possession of New Orleans, the fall of Vicksburg, 
already in siege, was but a matter of time, and in the West, un- 
certainty stffl prevailed. John R. Thompson's spirited "A Word 
to the West," was written when Joseph E. Johnston was dispatch- 
ed to relieve Vicksburg. It was at the same time an answer to 
A. J. Requier's impsissioned plea, "Clouds in the West." 

Those were anxious days, indeed. September saw the desperate 
conflict at Sharpsburg, the bloodiest single day's battle of the 
war, which, although it was not a conclusive defeat, left the Con- 
federate forces wretchedly crippled, and brought deepest anguish 
to the South. The gloom, however, was relieved in December by 
Lee's victory at Fredericksbiu*g. So the second year of war closed 
on a people and a nation, whose hearts were sick of the conflict. 
A second Christmas came to the Confederacy to find only the 
grim realities of Ufe instead of the plumes and pomp of circum- 
stance with which the war had begun. Mrs. Preston drew the 
picture for her countrywomen, in Beechenhrook: 

34 The Southern War Poetry of (tie Civil War 

How saddening the change ist The season's the same, 

And yet it is Christmas in nothing but name: 

No merry expression we utter today — 

How can we, with hearts that refuse to be gay? 

We look back a twelfthmonth on many a brow 

That graced the home hearthstone — and where are they nowP 

We think of the darling ones clustering there. 

But we see, through our tears, an untenanted chair. 

None the less, the South was still firm in her resolve to battle 
to the end. No sacrifice could be demanded so great that it 
would not be willingly offered on the altar of Liberty — 

Thank God I there is joy in the sorrow for all — 

He fell — but it surely was blessed to fall; 

For never shall murmur be heard from the mouth 

Of mother or wife, through our beautiful South, 

Or sister or maiden yield grudging her part, 

Tho* the price that she pays, must be coined from her heart. 

1863 proved another "Year of terror, year of strife.'* In the 
far South, Butler, in possession of New Orleans, had begun his 
reign of terror that was the savage inspiration of several poems. 
From Hayne, in particular, it wrung one of the most powerful 
lyrics of the war.* Up the river, the siege of Vicksburg still con- 
tinued. How spring came to the land was most poignantly ex- 
pressed by Henry Timrod, in "Spring." 

Spring, with that nameless pathos in the air 

Which dwells in all things fair. 

Spring, with her golden suns and silver rain 

Is with us once again. 


Aht who would couple thoughts of war and crime 

With such a blessed time. 

Who in the west-wind's aromatic breath 

Could hear the call of Death! 


Oh I standing on this desecrated mould, 
Methinks that I behold. 
Lifting her bloody daisies up to God, 
Spring kneeling on the sod. 

*BuUer*$ Proclamation'* by Paul H. Hayne, occasioned by Butler's order to 
the effect: "It is ordered that hereafter when any female shall by word, ges- 
ture or movement insult or show contempt for any officer or soldier of the 
United States, she shall be regarded and held liable to be treated as a woman 
of the town, plying her vocation.*' 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 35 

And calling with the voice of her rills 
Upon the ancient Hills, 
To fall and crush the tyrants and the slaves 
Who turn her meads to graves. 

Spring brought with it another bloody engagement and Con- 
federate victory, the Battle of Chancellorsville, fought in the first 
four days of May. In that, however, it caused the death 
of Stonewall Jackson it was, next to the actual surrender of the 
Southern army, the worst blow the Confederacy could have sus- 
tained. His death, some one once said, was like the death of an 
army. Certainly it took from Lee, already overburdened, his 
good right hand. 

The outburst of mourning that followed on Jackson's death, 
has already been noted. The South and her poets loved him, 
not only as a leader, but personally, as a great and good man. 
He represented, moreover, that element of faith and religious 
fervor which was one of the essential factors of the Southern 
character, and without which the faith that sustained the Con- 
federacy through four years of war, and the days of ruin that 
followed, is inexplicable. 

"Let me say," wrote Dr. Gildcrsleeve,* "that the bearing of 
the Confederates is not to be understood without taking into 
account the deep religious feeling of the army and its great leaders. 
It is a historical element, like any other, and is not to be passed 
over in summing up the forces of the conflict." Many are the 
poems, the "Prayers for the South," and the individual suppli- 
cations which still remain to attest the fact. For example, there 
is the "Battle Hymn of the Virginia Soldier," an anonymous lyric 
of striking beauty. There is the simpler, yet equally sincere and 
devout "Soldier's Battle Prayer" from the Southern Literary 
Messenger for April, '62. "A Mother's Prayer," is another very 
touching poem, in the same theme: and there could be no more 
impressive evidence of the true religious strain in Southern hearts, 
than the verses, terrible in their satire, and burning in their in- 
dignant phrases, "The War Christians' Thanksgiving," by S. 
Teackle Wallis of Maryland, occasioned by the Union proclamation 
for a day of prayer in the North, and "Respectfully Dedicated 
to the War-Clergy of the United States, Bishops, Priests and 

*See The Creed of the Old South, by Basil L. Gildersleeve, p. 13. 

36 The Southern War Poetry of the Citil War 

Deacons." Wrilleo as it was by a prisoner then in the dungeon 
of Fort Warren, it is one of the most powerful human documents 
of the War. At the same time, the South held her own days of 
national prayer and fasting: and the verses which her poets 
wrote on these occasions, were quite in character with the national 

In the dark days of the next two years, the South was to find 
need for all her faith and confidence in the right. As if Jackson's 
death was not sufficient evil, July first to third brought Lee's 
defeat at Gettysburg, and on the day after this battle, the fall of 
Vicksburg, on the Mississippi. This meant the complete break- 
ing of the Confederate line in the Southwest, and the return of 
the Army of Northern Virginia to its original position in Virginia. 
To complete the rout of the Confederate line, the Union forces 
now began to beat through the Southern defense in Tennessee 
and Kentucky, while Lee, back once more in Virginia, manouvered 
to and fro against Meade. In the Southern campaign, the Con- 
federates were steadily forced out of Tennessee, and Chattanooga, 
the objective of the Union troops. This, (which was with Rich- 
mond, the last important strategic point left to the Confederacy) 
was wrested from Bragg, and occupied by Rosecrans on the 
ninth. The latter thought that the fall of the city would be 
sufficient warning to the Southerner, and that he and his forces 
would at once withdraw. Far from doing that, however, Bragg 
engaged him, ten days later, at Chickamauga. It was a two 
days* battle, on the nineteenth and twentieth, and was, next to 
Sharpsburg, the bloodiest engagement of the War. Though a 
Confederate victory, it was dearly bought. Yet even after all 
her suffering, the South willingly paid the price. Verses in the 
Richmond Sentinel called the river ''Chickamauga, The Stream 
of Death/* where the foe— 

I.4wrn(xl. though long unchecked they spoil us, 

Dealing desolation round, 
Marking, with the tracks of ruin 

Many a rood of Southern ground; 
Yet, whatever course they follow, 

Somewhere in their pathway flows 
Dark and deep, a Chickamauga, 

Stream of death to vandal foes. 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 37 

They have found it darkly flowing 

By Manassas* famous plain. 
And by rushing Shenandoah 

Met the tide of woe again; 
Chickahominy, immortal. 

By the long ensanguined fight, 
Rappahannock, glorious river. 

Twice renowned for matchless fight. 

Heed the story, dastard spoilers, 

Mark the tale these waters tell. 
Ponder well your fearful lesson, 

And the doom that there befell; 
Learn to shun the Southern vengeance. 

Sworn upon the votive sword. 
Every stream a Chickamauga 

To the vile invading horde 1 

None the less, in the battles that followed, the Union forces 
prevailed. In the three days' fighting before Chattanooga, cul- 
minating in the Battle of Missionary Ridge, on November twen- 
ty-fifth, the Confederates were set in fuU flight. J. Augustine 
Signaigo described this fight in *'The Heights of Mission Ridge." 
The final catastrophe had begun. 

It had been threatening for a long time. By the end of '63, 
nearly every Southern home had suffered some loss or sorrow. 
"Our Christmas Hymn" by Dr. John Dickson Bruns of Charles- 
ton, put the grief of the land into words. 

Wild bells 1 that shake the midnight air 

With those dear tones that custom loves. 
You wake no sounds of laughter here 

Nor mirth in all our silent groves; 
On one broad waste, by hiU or flood. 

Of ravaged lands your music falls. 
And where the happy homestead stood 

The stars look down on roofless halls. 

Tinu-od's ''Christmas, 1863," shows a South that is sobered, 
and weary of battle: who with no idea of yielding, nevertheless, 
yearns for peace. 

How grace this hallowed dayP 
Shall happy bells, from yonder ancient spire. 
Send their glad greetings to each Christmas fire 

Round which the children playP 


38 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

How could we bear the mirth. 
While some loved reveller of a year ago 
Keeps his mute Christmas now beneath the snow. 

In cold Virginian earth P 


How shall we grace the dayP 
Oht let the thought that on this holy mom 
The Prince of Peace — the Prince of Peace was bom, 

Elmploy us, while we prayl 


He who till time shall cease. 
Shall watch that earth, where once, not all in vain 
He died to give us peace, will not disdain 

A prayer whose theme is — peace. 

Perhaps, *ere yet the spring 
Hath died into the summer, over all 
The land, the peace of His vast love shall faU 

Like some protecting wing. 


Peace on the whirring marts, 
Peace where the scholar thinks, the hunter roams, 
Peace, God of Peace I peace, peace in all our homes. 

And peace in all our hearts I 

1864 was a year to be endured in stricken anguish. After a 
comparative lull during the first months of the war, on the fourth 
of May three Union armies moved forward, two destined for 
Richmond to shatter what part of the original Confederate line 
there was left, and one for Atlanta against Johnston and Hood, 
setting out to employ the troops still in the far South, and keep 
them from the relief of Lee and Richmond. This latter campaign 
was to end in the faU of Atlanta, and '*Sherman*s March to the 
Sea," and caused the invention of a new word. 

Gaunt and grim like a spectre rose that word before the world. 
From a land of bloom and beauty into ruin rudely hurled. 
From a people scourged by exile, from a city ostracised 
Pallas-like it sprang to being, and that word is — Shermanized.* 

Atlanta fell, despite Hood's frantic efforts, on September third, 
'64. Hood's rashness in engaging in a counter attack against 
Nashville, cost him several severe defeats, and finally his army. 
Tennessee was thus brought entirely under Union control, and 

*See "Shermanized** by L. Virginia French. 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 39 

late in December, on the twenty-fourth, Sherman occupied Savan- 
nah. Two poems, by the same author, Alethea S. Burroughs of 
Greorgia, commemorate this incident most poignantly, '"Savannah," 
written in encouragement when her ruin seemed impending, and 
"'Savannah Fallen," written after the occupation of the town. 

On the way to Savannah, Sherman's route had lain through 
Columbia, which had been pillaged and burned, a circumstance 
that was the savage inspiration of James Barron Hope's flaming 
verses, "A Poem that Needs No Dedication." The sack of Col- 
umbia caused the evacuation of Charleston by the Confederate 
forces, then directly menaced, and before the oncoming destroyer 
the city was deserted. The pitiful fate of the city which had 
witnessed the birth and earliest days of the Confederacy, could 
not fail to stir the anguish of the Southern poets. ''The Foe at 
the Gates," by Dr. Bruns, for example, reveals the still prevailing 
temper of the South. 

Ring round her I children of her glorious skies. 

Whom she hath nursed to stature proud and great; 

Catch one last glance from her imploring eyes. 

Then close your ranks and face the threatening fate. 

To save her proud soul from that loathed thrall 
Which yet her spirit cannot brook to name; 

Or, if her fate be near, and she must fall. 

Spare her — she sues — ^the agony and shame. 

From all her fanes let solemn bells be tolled, 

Heap with kind hands her costly funeral pyre. 

And thus, with paean sung and anthem rolled. 
Give her, unspotted, to the God of Fire. 

Gather around her sacred ashes, then. 

Sprinkle the cherished dust with crimson rain 

Die I as becomes a race of freeborn men. 

Who will not crouch to wear the bondsmen's chain. 

To the poets of the South, the fate of this city was particularly 
significant, for if any place may be said to have been the literary 
centre of the Confederacy, it was Charleston. There, for ex- 
ample, lived Simms and Timrod and Hayne, the leaders of her 
lyrists, who, in the general destruction of the city, suffered the 
loss of their homes and Hbraries. Had Charleston been spared 
to them and to others, the literary history of the South in the days 

40 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

after the war might have been a different tale. As it was, the 
disaster to each of these particular men proved irretrievable. 

Lee, during the summer months, though stoutly resisting, and 
adroitly circumventing the enemy at nearly every turn, was 
nevertheless being forced back agcunst Richmond. The Battles 
of the Wilderness, May fifth and sixth, the Spottsylvania fighting, 
on the eighth to the twentieth, and Cold Harbor, on June third, 
resulted in advantage first to one side and to the other. Then 
the conflict swung below Richmond to Petersburg, and for the 
next month, the Union forces were halted before that strongly 
fortified town. The "Battle of the Crater" was fought on July 
thirtieth, over ground destroyed by Federal mines, but it was 
unsuccessful for the Unionists, and their losses were so terrific 
that for the next winter, at least, Richmond was safe. 

The Petersburg siege is noteworthy since during it were written 
some of the most attractive lyrics of the war, like * 'Dreaming in 
the Trenches," by Gordon McCabe, and "A Bloody Day is 
Dawning," by William Munford. It is remarkable that such 
freshness of phrase could be given to men wearied by three years 
of disappointing struggle. One may imagine that this is but an- 
other indication of the vitality and spirit that was an integral 
part of the Southern character. 

By the end of *64, the Confederate battle wall had been crumpled 
and was heated in, everywhere except in Virginia, before Rich- 
mond. Peace for a stricken land was the immediate concern 
alike of poets and people. Beyond that they did not trust them- 
selves to think: but peace was the universal prayer. 

Peace I Peace I God of our fathers, grant us Peace I 
Peace in our hearts, and at Thine altars; Peace 
On the red waters and their blighted shores; 
Peace for the leaguered cities, and the hosts 
That watch and bleed, around them and within; 
Peace for the homeless and the fatherless; 
Peace for the captive on his weary way. 
And the mad crowds who jeer his helplessness. 
For them that suflFer, them that do the wrong — 
Sinning and sinned against — O, Grod! for all — 
For a distracted, torn and bleeding land — 
Speed the glad tidings I Give us, give us Peace.* 

*"Prayerfor Peace,** by S. Teackle Wallis of Maryland. 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 41 

The end came quickly. After a winter of preparation, deter- 
mined among the Union forces, despairing among Lee's men, the 
attack on Petersburg was resumed and carried on April second, 
of '65. The next day, Richmond fell. Lee found escape impos- 
sible, and on the twelfth the little white farmhouse at Appomattox 
Court House, in the meeting of Lee and Grant, witnessed at once 
the death of a young nation and the rebirth of an older one. 

Lyric as had always been the poetic genius of the South, it was 
but natural that her anguished cry of despair and defeat should 
be put into the mouths of her poets. For the most part, the poems 
on this theme are of beautiful quality, and those still extant form 
the largest single class in the war poetry of the four years.* Cor- 
respondingly, they constitute a glass wherein one may see how 
defeat came to the South, and how she met the challenge of the 
issue. There were, of course, some spirits which cried out be- 
neath the unendurable prick that death itself had been preferable 
to defeat. There is not emotion more appalling than despair 
for which one sees no relieving element of comfort. Such poems 
as "Stack Arms," by Joseph Blythe Alston, "DoflBng the Gray," 
by Lieutenant Falligant, "The Price of Peace" by "Luola" or 
"Peace" by Alethea Burroughs of Savannah are terrible expres- 
sions of this attitude. At the same time, there were those who 
like Mrs. Preston, in "Acceptation," met the issue more bravely 
and gently: 

We do accept thee, heavenly Peace! 
Albeit thou comest in a guise 
Unlooked for — undesired, our eyes 

Welcome, thro* tears, the kind release 

From war and woe and want — surcease 

For which we bless thee, holy Peace I 

We lift our foreheads from the dust; 

And as we meet thy brow's clear calm. 
There falls a freshening sense of balm 

Upon our spirits. Fear — distrust — 

The hopeless present on us thrust — 

We'll front them as we can, and must. 


Then courage, brothers! Tho' our breast 
Ache with that rankling thorn, despair. 

*In the present collection, eighty-one poems are definitely concerned with 
the immediate circumstances of defeat. 

42 The Southern War Poetry of Oie Civil War 

That failure plants so sharply there — 
No pang, no pain shall be confessed; 
We*U work and watch the brightening west. 
And leave to God and Heaven, the rest. 

There were others who accepted the mevitable gracefully, but 

Weep, if thou wilt, with proud sad mien. 
Thy blasted hop<» — thy peace undone; 
Yet brave, live on — nor seek to shun 

Thy fate, like Egypt's conquered queen. 

Though forced a captive's place to fill, 

In the triumphal train — yet there. 

Superbly, like Zenobia, wear 
Thy chains — Virginia vidrix still.* 

There were yet others to whom the fall of the Confederacy was 
typified in the furling of its banner. Poems like "The Conquered 
Banner,'* by Father Ryan, and J. C. M.'s "Cruci Dum Spire, 
Fido," and A. J. Requier's "Ashes of Glory" are typical expressions 
of such, spirits. Then there were those who, like D. B. Lucas, 
"In the Land Where We Were Dreaming," began to regard the 
struggle as the passing of a spirit world with which had passed 
all chivalry and beauty. 

There are many of these verses portraying the end, each slight- 
ly differing in spirit from the one before, each repaying careful 
study with the beauty of its melody, and as a class, forming the 
noblest group of the war poems, whose only companions may be 
the earliest of the "Cry to Arms" series. Yet these poems of 
defeat are infinitely the more appecding in that the fire and dash 
of the earlier verses has here given way to the dignity of sorrow. 
"For the people's hopes are dead." 

Hundreds of poems written during the four yeais of conflict 
reflect either individual reactions to war conditions, or incidents 
of battle. Besides these there are the prison verses, hum- 
orous pieces, and the southern songs, which in no way concern 
the historical passage of the War. There are poems of personal 
feeling, for example, like the exquisite and tender "The Con- 
federate Soldier's Wife Parting From Her Husband" or Major 

*** Virginia Capia by Mrs. Margaret J. Preston. 

The Southern War Poetry of the Cilil War 43 

S. Y. Levy's "Love Letter," or Fanny Downing's "Dreaming." 
There are poems that picture the life of the civilian population, 
like "The Homespun Dress" by Miss Sinclair, or the anonymous 
"Your Mission" which is of more than passing interest since in 
the South it was attributed equally to John R. Thompson, Mrs. 
Preston, Paul H. Hayne, and Mrs. Browning.* There are poems 
reflecting the ravages of the war on the families of the soldiers, 
like "Heart Victories," "Somebody's Darling," "Reading the 
List," "Volunteered," and "The Unretuming." One could con- 
tinue the catalogue indefinitely. 

The prison verse, while not extensive, is for the most part, of 
good quality. There are five men whose work may be considered 
as representative, S. Teackle Wallis, who was imprisoned at Fort 
Warren, and four at Johnson's Island. Wallis's "To The Ex- 
changed Prisoners" was written in Fort Warren in July '62, and 
is one of the first of the prison poems which we can identify as 
such. The others. Major A. S. Hawkins, Colonel Beuhring H. 
Jones, Colonel W. W. Fontaine, and Major George McKnight, 
("Asa Hartz,") wrote two yeais later, in '64 and '65. Hawkins 
was the author of many poems, all of them popular, "The Hero 
Without a Name," "To Infidelia," "True to the Last," "Give Up," 
"A Prisoner's Fancy." About the best known of Buehring Jones' 
verses were "To a Dear Comforter," and the rather humorous 
"Rat den Linden." Fontaine was the author of many poems, 
notably "The Countersign," "Virginia Desolate," and "The 
Cliff Beside the Sea." It remcdned for "Asa Hartz" to while 
away his prison hours in writing lines so delightfully humorous, 
so free and swift moving, that it is difficult to believe they could 
have been written within prison walls. "Living or Dying," 
"Will No One Write to Me?" "To Exchange Commissioner Ould," 
and "My Love and I" are among the best of his lighter verses: 
"Elxchanged," and "Farewell to Johnson's Island" are of more 
sober temper. "My Love and I" is the best example of his work: 

My love reposes on a rosewood frame — 

A bunk have I; 
A couch of feathery down fills up the same — 

Mine's straw, but dry; 
She sinks to sleep at night with sc€ux;e a sigh — 
With waking eyes I watch the hours creep by. 

*See South Songs, edited by T. C. de Leon, note 11, p. 149. 

44 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

My love her daily dinner takes in state — 

And so do I (P): 
The richest viands flank her silver plate — 

Course grub have I. 
Pure wines she sips at ease, her thirst to slak< 
I pump my drink from Erie's limpid lake I 

My love has all the world at will to roam — 

Three acres I; 
She goes abroad, or quiet sits at home — 

So cannot I; 
Bright angels watch around her couch at night- 
A Yank, with loaded gun, keeps me in sight. 

A thousand weary miles do stretch between 

My love and I; 
To her, this wintry night, cool, calm, serene. 

I waft a sigh; 
And hope with all my earnestness of soul, 
Tomorrow's mail may bring me my parolel 

There's hope ahead! We'll one day meet again — 

My love and I; 
We'U wipe away all tears of sorrow then. 

Her lovelit eye 
WiU all my many troubles then beguile, 
And keep ihis wayward reb. from Johnston's Isle. 

The poetry dealing with incidents of the war is varied, and 
touches many subjects. There were such verses for example, as 
"The Silent March/* by Walker Meriweather Bell, written on an 
occasion during the war when General Lee was lying asleep by the 
wayside and an army of fifteen thousand men "passed by with 
hushed voices and footsteps, lest they should disturb his slumbers;" 
"Stonewall Jackson's Way," written on the theme of the great 
general's ability "always to be where needed and in the thick of 
things;" "The Lone Sentry," based on an incident, conmion to 
all wars, of the great general relieving a weary sentry; **The 
Battle Rjunbow" by John R. Thompson, inspired by the rainbow 
that appeared the evening before the beginning of the Seven Days 
of Battle before Richmond. "The rainbow overspread the eastern 
sky, and exactly defined the position of the Confederate army, 
as seen from the Capitol at Richmond." There were po^ns like 

Music in Camp" also by John R. Thompson, suggested by an 


The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 45 

incident that occurred just after Chancellorsville: and ''The 
Unknown Hero," by W. Gordon McCabe, based on the discovery, 
'''after the Battle of Malvern Hill, of a [Confederate] soldier lying 
dead fifty yards in advance of any man or officer, his musket 
firmly grasped in the rigid fingers, name unknown, simply '2 La' 
on his cap." 

Another interesting group of poems, closely connected with the 
war, although not with the actual progress of events, is found in 
the national and the army songs which were sung in camp and 
field and by the fireside. It was natural that "Dixie" should be 
the most popular of airs, and while it admitted of endless variations 
and sentiments, the words that were generally sung to it were 
those by Albert Pike. The Marseillaise was another widely 
popular air, to which were sung any number of poems. One of 
these "The Southern Marseillaise" by A. E. Blackmar, written 
early in 1861, was sung by the troops as they marched to their 
assembling points, and may very properly be called the Rallying 
Song of the South. 

"The Bonnie Blue Flag," by Harry McCarthy was the favorite 
of the popular national songs. It was first sung by him on the 
stage of the Academy of Music in New Orlecms, in September, 1861, 
and caused such excitement that the event precipitated a riot. 
When General Butler was in command of the city, two yeais 
later, he threatened to impose a fine of twenty-five dollars on any 
man, woman or child who sang it. In addition he arrested the pub- 
lisher, A. E. Blackmar, destroyed the sheet music, and fined him 
five hundred dolku^. After the tune became established as a fav- 
orite, Mrs. Annie Chambers Ketchum of Kentucky wrote other 
words to the air, which were frequently used.* In addition to the 
national songs, the various states used particular anthems. Mary- 
land had Randall's song, "Maryland, My Maryland." For South 
Carolina there were Timrod'snoblelinesin the same strain, "Carol- 
ina." "Georgia, My Georgia" was written by Carrie Bell Sin- 
clair, and the "Song of the Texas Rangers" by Mrs. J. D. Young. 
These are but a few among a longer list. 

It has been saidf that while the Confederate Army was not 
"absolutely destitute of songs, it simply lacked a plentiful supply 

*See The South in History and Lileraiure, by Mildred Lewis Rutherford, 
p. 254. 
tSee Three Centuries of Souihern Poetry, by Carl Holliday, p. 112. 

46 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

of songs written especially for the moment." This is far from 
being the case. Indeed, the camp songs and marching bcdlads 
written in the Confederate camps during the war, are legion. They 
vary in excellence from "The Cavaliers' Glee" by Captain Wil- 
liam Blackford of Stuart's staff, to the extremely popular and 
delightful "Goober Peas," by A. Pender. For the camp catches 
there were certain stock tunes, such as the "Happy Land of Ca- 
naan," "Wait for the Wagon," "We'U Be Free in Maryland," 
"Gay and Happy," which were used over and over, and to which 
words were improvised to fit the occasion. Even the slender 
Confederate Navy had her stock of ballads. "The Alabama," 
by E. King, author of "Naval Songs of the South," is the best 
representative of this class. 

It is not strange that during the chaotic days of the Confeder- 
acy, poems that had been written by Southerners in ante-bellum 
days were published in the South as of Confederate origin; and 
that poems of the war period written in the North or abroad 
should be attributed to Confederate authors. In the first cate- 
gory are verses such as "My Wife and Child," by Henry R. Jack- 
son of Georgia, which he wrote during the Mexican War, and in 
the second class, "The Soldier Boy," a widely popular poem which 
was really by the Englishman, Dr. William Maginn (1793-1842), 
whom Thackeray satirized as "Captain Shalow" in Pendermis^ 
but which was assigned to "H. M. L." of Lynchburg, and even 
given the circumstantial date of May 18, 1861. Another poem 
that was widely copied, but which was really written by T. Buch- 
anan Read in Rome in 1861, was "The Brave at Home." 

Two other poems whose origins have attracted much attention 
are "The Confederate Note," by Major S. A. Jonas of Mississippi, 
and "All Quiet Along the Potomac Tonight," by Mrs. Ethel Lynn 
Beers. Major Jonas seems to have established unquestionable 
claim to his poem in a letter to the Louisville Courier ^ under date 
of December 11, 1889. The poem by Mrs. Beers was a long time 
claimed for Lomar Fontaine. Mrs. Beers had written the verses 
in 1861, in which year they had appeared in Harper's Weekly. 
Late in '62 they began to circulate in the South, and for some 
unknown reason were assigned to Lomar Fontaine. He was at 
once showered with praise and eulogy, but it is interesting to 
note that in the Editor's Table of the Southern Literary Messenger 
for June, 1863 (p. 375) at the end of verses by Henry C. Alex- 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 47 

ander "To Lomar Fontaine, the author of the verses entitled 
'All Quiet Along the Potomac Tonight,' and if report be true, one 
of the unrewarded heroes of the South" the Editor has subscribed 
the following discriminating comment: **It is questionable whether 
Fontaine wrote the *A11 Quiet Along the Potomac/ There was 
no occasion to incite such a poem. Our pickets along the Poto- 
mac were rarely if ever shot: those of the Yankees were shot 
night after night.* We have heard that the author of the lines 
attributed to Fontaine is an Ohioan. A brave man — ^a hero, if 
you will, — Fontaine has yet to prove that he is a poet." 

One other poem whose origin has been questioned is "The 
Countersign," which, reprinted in the Philadelphia Press in 
1861, was declared to have been written by a private in Company 
G, Stuart's Engineer Regiment, at Camp Lesley, near Washing- 
ton. F. F. Browne, in Bugle Echoes, cryptically adds: "But it 
may now be stated positively that it was written by a Confederate 
soldier, still living. The third Kne of the fifth stanza affords in- 
ternal evidence of Southern origin." This Confederate soldier 
was Colonel W. W. Fontaine. 

Metrical study of the Southern war poetry leads inevitably to 
the conclusion that Southern temperament lent itself naturally to 
rhythmic expression. The poets of the South, many of them un- 
trained in the technique of their art, wrote in every metrical ar- 
rangement that can be imagined, from curious irregular unrhymed 
rhythms to ballad measure, and to the long and intricate stanzaic 
forms used by Simms and Timrod. In nearly every case, ex- 
cept, of course, with the cruder camp songs, the verses flow felic- 
itously, and the effect is melodious. Even in the sonnet formf 
although the Southerner did not seem capable of writing a true 
sonnet, the rhythm moves with ease and harmony. The verses 
may infringe every rule of the sonnet form, but the result is 

Such is the achievement of the Southern war verse. It is a 
wonderfully effective expression of sentiment, and becomes all 
the more remarkable when one considers the conditions un- 
der which it was created. It was written in a land first rich 
and prosperous, then through four weary years ravaged and 

*Thi8 was probably due to the fact that the Southern slopes of the river 
vere wooded as compared with the rather bare Northern side, 
fin the present ooUection there are seventeen sonnets. 

48 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

starved into ruin: by soldiers in the field and in the prisons, and 
women suffering silently at home. Even the mediums through 
which this poetry was published, shared the vicissitudes of the 
land, and have been generally destroyed or scattered. Neverthe- 
less the war poetry of the Confederacy which remcdns to us today, 
stands as an enduring memorial to the inherent nobility of the 
Southern heart and to the fidelity of devotion to principle, which 
has always given the South the admiration of those who, while 
they cannot agree with her point of view, must nevertheless re- 
spect her courage and spirit. At the same time it forms a notable 
contribution to the literature of our land. Best of all, this poetry 
satisfies the function of those **Sentinel Songs" of which Father 
A. J. Ryan wrote, on May sixth, 1867: 

When sinks the soldier brave 

Dead at the feet of Wrong, 
The poet sings, and guards his grave 

With sentinek of song. 

« « « * * 

When marble wears away 

And monuments are dust. 
The Songs that guard our soldiers' clay 

WiU still fulfill their trust. 


An American Anthology^ 1787-1900. Selections illustrating the 
editor's critical review of American poetry in the nineteenth 
century. Edited by Edmund Clarence Stedman. Boston 
and New York: Houghton MifDin Company. The River- 
side Press, Cambridge, 1900. 

The Creed of the Old South, 1865-1915. By BasU L. Gildersleeve. 
Baltimore: The Johns Hopkins Press, 1915. 

History of the Civil War, 1861-1865. By James Ford Rhodes, 
LL.D., Litt.D.: with maps. New York: The Macmillan 
Company, 1917. 

The Photographic History of the Civil War, Vol. IX. Poetry and 
Eloquence of the Blue and Gray: edited by Dudley H. Miles, 
Ph.D., Columbia, introduction by Dr. W. P. Trent, of Col- 
umbia. Appendix. Songs of the War Days — Soldier Songs 
and Negro Spirituels. New York: The Review of Reviews 
Co., 1911. 

Poets of the South: A series of Biographical and Critical Studies 
with typical poems, annotated by F. U. N. Painter, A.M., 
D.D. New York, Cincinnati, Chicago, 1903. 

The South in History and Literature: A Handbook of Southern 
Authors from the Settlement of Jamestown, 1607, to Living 
Writers. By Mildred Lewis Rutherford, Athens, Ga. At- 
lanta: The Franklin-Tumer Co., 1907. 

South Songs: From the Lays of Later Days. Collected and Edited 
by T. C. De Leon. New York: Blelock & Co., No. 19 Beek- 
man Street, 1866. 

The Southern Literary Messenger. Dr. G. W. Bagby, Editor, Jan- 
uary, 1862. Macfarlane & Fergusson, Proprietors, Rich- 
mond, Va. 

Southern Prose and Poetry: for Schools. By Edwin Mims and 
Bruce R. Payne. Charles Scribner*s Sons: New York, Chi- 
cago, Boston, 1910. 

Southern Writers: Bipgraphical and Critical Sketches: "Irwin Rus- 
sell." By William Malone Baskerville. September, 1896. 
Barber & Smith, Agents, Nashville, Tenn. 

War Poetry of the South. Edited by William Gilmore Sinmis, LL. 
D. New York: Richardson & Company, 540 Broadway, 


50 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

War Poets of the South: Singers on Fire, By Samuel Albert Link. 
Nashville, Tenn: Barber & Smith, Agents, c. 1898. 


Material from Boston Boston Athenaemn. 


Material from New York .... New York Public Library anthologies, 

Confederate imprints. 

Material from Philadelphia. .Library Co. of Philadelphia: 

Main branch, 
newspaper clippings. 

Ridgway branch, 

newspaper clippings, 
Mr. SamueFs collection. 

Material from Baltimore 1. Maryland Historical Society. 

Scrap book of broadsides 
(Mr. Lennox Birkhead). 
2. Baltimore, City Librarian's Of- 
fice, City Hall. 
Ledger 1411, 
newspaper clippings. 

Material from Washington . . . Congressional Library. 

broadsides (MSS. Division), 
Confederate imprints. 

Material from Cleveland Western Reserve Historical Society. 

Confederate imprints. 

Material from Private MSS. and Miscellemeous Sources. 


Abram: A Military Poem. By A. Young Rebelle, Esq., of the 
Army. Richmond: Macfarlane & Fergusson, 1863. 

["A string of smoothly running rlr^es about Lincoln, Stonewall, 
McClellan, Pope, Bumside & Co., with a very droll preface in 
place of an appendix. The author is a Texan, and we doubt 
not his comrades of Hood's old brigade will enjoy this little 
book nearly as much as they do a hard day's fight after a long 
march.** — ^Review in The Southern Literary Messenger, for March, 

Allan's Lone Star Ballads: A collection of southern patriotic songs, 
made during Confederate times . . . compiled and re- 
vised by Francis D. Allan. Galveston, Texas: J. D. Sawyer, 

American War Ballads and Lyrics: Edited by George Gary Eg- 
gleston. New York and London: G. P. Putnam's Sons, 1889. 

The Army Songster: Dedicated to the Army of Northern Vir- 
ginia. Published by George L. Bidgood, Richmond, Va., and 
printed by Macfarlane & Fergusson, 1864. (Reprinted by 
J. W. Fergusson & Son, 1902.) 

["This is one of the almost numberless catalogues of *Songbooks,' 
'Songsters/ etc., which has been published during the War, — 
rejoicing in such patriotic titles as the 'Rebel, 'Stonewall,* 
'Soldiers,* etc., which with a most refreshing contempt for con- 
sistency in name and date, embrace sprinklings from the lyric 
music of almost every age and clime. 'No One to Love,* *Rory 
O'More,' 'Kathleen Mavoumeen,* 'Marseillaise,' etc., etc., of 
course, figure extensively. We suppose the 'Army Songster' 
is quite as good as the rest, and we are not quite sure this is 
extravagant praise." — ^Review in The Sovdhern LUerary Mes- 
senger for April, 1864.] 

The Beauregard Songster: Being a collection of Patriotic, Senti- 
mental and Comic Songs, The Most Popular of the Day. 
Arranged by Hermann L. Schreiner. Published by John 
C. Schreiner & Son, Macon and Savannah, Ga., 1864. 

Beechenbrook: A Rhyme of the Wat, by Margaret J. Preston. 
Richmond: J. W. Randolph, 121 Main Street, 1865. 

Same: Baltimore, 1867. 

Bugle-echoes: A collection of poems of the Civil War, Northern 
and Southern. New York: White, Stokes & Allen, 1866. 

The Cavalier Songster: Containing a Splendid Collection of Orig- 
inal and Selected Songs, Compiled and Arranged Expressly 
for the Southern Public. Staunton, Va., 1865. 



52 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Confederate Scrap-Book: Copied from a Scrap-book kept by a 
young girl during and mimediately after the war, with ad- 
ditions from war-copies of the "Southern Literary Messenger** 
and "Illustrated News" loaned by friends, and other sdec- 
tions as accredited. Published for the benefit of the Memorial 
Bazaar, held in Richmond, April 11, 1893. Richmond, Va.: 
J. L. Hill Printing Co., 1893. 

Corinth, and Other Poems of the War: By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. 
"Praeritorum Memoria Eventorum." Lynchburg: Johnson 
& Schaffter, Printers, 60 and 62 Market Street, 1865. 

[^'Publicly burnt on its appearance in 1865, by order of General 
Terry, as an objectionable and incendiary publication.'* See 
Adams, Didionary of American Authors (1905), p. 213.] 

Cuttings from The Confederacy: A Collection of Southern Poems, 
Original and Others, popular during the War between the 
States, and Incidents and Facts wordi recalling. 1862-1866. 
Including the Doggerel of the Camp, as Well as Tender Trib- 
ute to the Dead. "From grave to gay, from reverend to 
severe." Compiled by Nora Fontaine M. Davidson, Peters- 
burg, Va. Washington, D. C: the Rufus H. Darby Prin^ 
ing Co., 1903. 

The General Lee Songster: Being a collection of the most popular, 
sentimental, patriotic and comic songs. Arranged by Her- 
mann L. Schreiner. Published by John C. Schreiner & Sons, 
Macon and Savannah, Ga., 1865. 

Hopkins' New Orleans 5c Song Book. New Orleans, 1861. 

Immortal Songs of Camp and Field. By Rev. Louis Albert Banks, 
D.D. With portraits and illustrations. The B. B. Co., 
Cleveland. The Burrows Brothers Company, Publishers, 

Immortelles: A tribute to "The Old South." A Compilation by 
Sarah Robinson Reid. Little Rock, Ark.: published by the 
Brown Printing Company, 1896. 

The Jack Morgan Sonaster. Complied by a Captain in General 
Lee's Army. Raleigh, N. C. Branson & Farrar, Fayette- 
ville St., 1864. 

Original Collection of War Poems and War Songs of the American 
Civil War. Compiled by Angie C. Beebe. Edited and Pub- 
lished by The Argus Press at Red Wing, Minnesota. 

Our War Songs , North and South. Cleveland, Ohio; S. Brainard's 
Sons, c. 1887. (Words and music.) 

Personal and Political Ballads. Arranged and edited by Frank 
Moore. New York: George P. Putnam, 1864. 

The Photographic History of the Civil War, Vol. IX, Poetry and 
Eloquence of the Blue and Gray. Edited by Dudley N. 
Miles, Ph.D., Columbia. Introduction by Dr. W. P. Trent, 

The Soulhern War Poetry of the Civil War 53 

of Columbia. Appendix: Songs of the War Days — soldier 
songs and negro spirituels. New York: The Review of 
Reviews Company, 1911. 

Poetry^ Lyrical, Narrative and Satirical, of the Civil Wcw. Selected 
and Edited by Richard Grant White. New York: The 
American News Company, 1866. 

Rebel Rhymes and Rhapsodies: Collected and edited by Frank 
Moore. New York: George P. Putnam, 1864. 

Richmond, Her Glory and Her Graves. By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. 
Richmond: Medical Journal Printing Co., 1866. 

The Royal Ape: A Dramatic Poem. Richmond: West & John- 
ston, 145 Mcdn Street, 1863. 

Songs and Ballads of the Southern People, 1861-1865. Collected 
and edited by Frank Moore. New York: D. Appleton & 
Co., 1, 3, and 5 Bond Street, 1886. 

Songs of Love and Liberty. Compiled by a North Carolina Lady. 
Raleigh, N. C: Branson & Farrer, Fayetteville St., 1864. 

Songs of the Confederacy and Plantation Melodies. Compiled by 
Mrs. A. Mitchell. G. B. Jennings, 1907. 

Songs of the South: Choice selections from southern poets from 
Colonial times to the present day. Collected and edited by 
Jennie Thomley Clarke, Philadelphia: J. B. Lippincott 
Company, 1896. 

Songs of the South. J. W. Randolph, 121 Main Street, Richmond, 
Va., 1863. 

[There was an earlier edition in 1862.] 

Songs Written by Capt. T. F. Roche, C, S. A., Prisoner of War at 
Fort Delatjoare, 1865. Sung by the Fort Delaware minstrel 
troop, organized by the Confederate officers to aid sick com- 
rades in hospital. Winchester, Va.: The Enterprise Print- 
ing Company. 

South Songs: From the Lays of Later Days. Collected and Edited 
by T. C. De Leon. New York: Blelock & Co., 19 Beekman 
Street, 1866. 

The Soulhern Amaranih: A carefully selected collection of poems 
growing out of and in reference to the late war. Edited by 
Miss SaUie A. Brock. New York: (Jeorge S. Wilcox, Pub- 
lisher, successor to Blelock & Co., 49 Mercer Street, 1869. 

Southern and Miscellaneous Poems. By Thomas Q. Barnes, 
Mobile, Ala., 1886. 

Southern Odes: By The Outcast, a gentleman of South Carolina. 
[C. B. Northrup.j Published for the benefit of the Ladies 
Fuel Society; Charleston: Harper and Calvo, 1861. 

The Soulhern Literary Messenger: Devoted to every department of 
Literature, and the Fine Arts. Edited by Dr. G. W. Bagby, 

54 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

1861-1864, and F. H. Alfriend, 1864. Richmond: PubUsh- 
ed by Marfarlane & Fergusson, Proprietors, 1861-1863, and 
Wedderbum & Alfriend, Proprietors, 1864. January, 1861- 
June, 1864. 

[Owing to war conditions, the magazine suspended publication 
after June, 1864.] 

The Southern Poems of the War: Collected and arranged by Miss 
Emily V. Mason. Baltimore: John Murphy & Co., Pub- 
lishers, 182 Baltimore Street, 1867. 

Same. Third edition revised and enlarged. Baltimore, 1869. 

The Southern Songster: A collection of the best original songs of 
the Confederate states. Published for sale at the Southern 
Bazaar, at Liverpool, October, 1864. 

Southern War Songs. Atlanta: Franklin Printing & Publishing 
Co., 1895. 

Southern War Songs: Camp Fire, Patriotic & Sentimental. Col- 
lected and arranged by W. L. Fagan. Illustrated. New 
York: M. T. Richardson & Co., 1890. 

The Stonewall Song-Book: Being a collection of patriotic, senti- 
mental and comic songs. Richmond: West & Johnston, 1863. 

The Sunny Land, or Prison Prose 4 Poetry: Containing the Pro- 
ductions of the Ablest Writers of the South, and Prison Lays 
of Distinguished Confederate Officers, by Colonel Buehring 
H. Jones, 60th Virginia Infantry. Edited, with Preface, 
Biographies, Sketches and Stories by J. A. Houston, Balti- 
more, 1868. 

"The land we love — a queen of lands. 
No prouder one the world has known; 
Though now uncrowned, upon her throne * 

She sits with fetters on her hands." 

War: A poem, with copious notes, founded on the revolution of 
1861-62. (Up to the battles before Richmond, inclusive) by 
John H. Hewitt . . . Richmond, Va. : Weston & Johns- 
ton, 1862. 

War Flowers: Reminiscences of Four Year's Campaigning. Re- 
spectfully dedicated to the Ladies of New Orleans. By F. 
B. 1865. 

War Lyrics and Songs of the South. London: Spottiswoode & Co., 
1866. "Printed of necessity in EIngland, and not revised." 

War Poetry of the South. Edited by William Gilmore Simms, LL. 
D. New York: Richardson & Co., 540 Broadway, 1867. 

War Poets of the South and Confederate Camp Fire Songs. Com- 
piled by Charles William Hubner. Atlanta, Ga.: Chas. P. 
Byrd, Printer. 

War Songs 4 Poems of the Southern Confederacy, 1861-1865. 
Compiled by H. M. Wharton. Philadelphia: Winston, 1904. 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 55 

War Songs of the Blue and the Gray: As sung by the Brave Soldiers 
of the Union & Confederate Armies in camp, on the march, 
and in the garrison; with preface by Professor Henry L. 
Williams, etc. New York: Hurst & Co., Publishers, 1905. 

War Songs of the South: Edited by "Bohemian," Correspondent, 
Richmond Despatch. [W. G. Shepperson.] Richmond: 
West & Johnson, 145 Main St, 1862. 

["I said, I knew a very wise man so much of Sir Chr 'a 

sentiment, that he believed if a man were permitted to make 
all the ballads, he need not care who shoula make the laws of 
a nation."— Fletcher's Poliiieal Works, p. 372.] 


AM) Allan's Lone Star Ballads. 

Amaranth The Southern Amaraidh. 

Army The Army Songster. 

Barnes Southern and Miscellaneous Poems. 

B. E Bugle-Echoes. 

Beau The Beauregard Songster. 

Beechenbrook Beechenbrook: A Rhyme of the War. 

Bohemian War Songs of the South. 

Cav The Cavalier Songster. 

C. C Callings from the Confederacy. 

Cor Corinth, and Other Poems. 

C. S. B Confederate Scrap Book. 

E. V. M Southern Poems of the War, '67. 

E. V. M. '69 Southern Poems of the War, '69. 

Fagan Southern Wcw Songs. 

G. C. E American War Ballads and Lyrics. 

Hopkins Hopkins' New Orleans 5c Songbook. 

Hubner War Poets of the South and Confederate 

Camp Fire Songs. 

Im Immortelles. 

J. M. S Jack Morgan Songster. 

L. & L Songs of Love and Liberty. 

Lee The General Lee Songster. 

Outcast Southern Odes. 

P. & P. B Personal and Political Ballads. 

Phot. Hist Photographic History of the Civil War. 

Randolph Songs of the South. 

Richmond Richmond, Her Glory and Her Graves. 

Roche Songs Written on Capt. T. F. Roche. 

R, R Rel)el Rhymes and Rnapsodies. 

S. B. P. Songs and Ballads of the Southern PeopU^ 

S. B. Liv Southern Songster. 

S. L. M The Southern Literary Messenger. 

S. 0. S War Lyrics and Songs of the South. 

S. S South Songs. 

Sunny The Sunny Land, or Prison Prose and 


War War. 

W. B. G War Songs of the Blue and the Gray. 

W. F War-Flowers. 

W. G. S War Poetry of the South. 

W. L War Lyrics and Songs of the South. 



R. B. B Colleclion of Broadsides in Ridgway Branch 

of^ Library Company of Philadelphia. 
R. B. M Collection of music in Ridgway Branch of 

Library Company of Philadelphia. 
R. N. S Collection of Newspaper Songs in Ridqway 

Branch of Library Co.j of Philadelphia 

Md. Hist. Soc Maryland Historical Society^ Baltimore^ Md. 

Wash'n Collection of the Congressional Library ^ 

Washington^ D. C. 
West. Res Collection of the Western Reserve Historical 

Societyj Cleveland, Ohio. 

N. Y. P. L Collection of the New York Public Library. 

Priv Private MSS. or source. 

B.C.L., Ledger 1411. .Ledger lUH in Baltimore City Librarian's 




[Note: — Round brackets at the end of the title indicate the volume or one of 
the volumes in which the poem may be found. Wherever the poem 
appears in several anthologies, that anthology easiest of access to the 
genera] reader, has been selected. Square brackets are used for the 
interpolation of explanatory matter. 

The first two lines of each poem are given to serx^e as a check since 
identical poems may appecu* under corrupted captions, or various titles ] 

Abe^s Cogiiaiions: (Randolph.) 

"We ought to whip them rebel chaps, 
I think so, more and more" — 

Abraham Lincoln: The Mohammed of the Modern Hegira. New 
Orleans, March 5, 1861. (P. & P. B. from the New Orleans 

At midnight in the Keystone State 
Old Abe was dreaming of the hour — 

Acceptation: By Mrs. M. J. Preston. (E. V. M.) 

We do accept thee, heavenly Peace I 
Albeit thou comest in a guise" — 

Acrostic [Davis]: February 22, 1862. (R. N. S. from the 
Charleston Courier.) 

**Jehovah, mighty arbiter in earth below. 
Ere morning stars together sang, in heaven supreme," — 

Acrostic [B. F. Butler]: Baltimore, March 14, 1863. (R. B. 
B. 11>^.) 

* 'Brutal by nature — a coward and knave. 
Famed for no action, noble or brave" — 

Acrostic in Memory of 0, Jennings Wise: By Miriam. (S. L. M. 
Ed. Table, September, '63.') 

**Over his cold brow 
Just touched by Time's soft silver tracery," — 

Acrostic on Magruder: By G. B. Milner, Harrisburg, Texas. 


"Much hast thou suffered, bright Isle of the Wave I 
Ah! can anyone succor: can anyone save?" 

Addition to the Bonnie Blue Flag: A Tribute to True Kentuck- 
ians. (W. L.) 

"And we will add another cheer for our Kentucky State, 
Her sons in the most glorious war have proved both brave and great;" — 


The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 59 

Address: Delivered at the opening of the New Theatre at Rich- 
mond: A Prize Poem, by Henry Timrod. (W. G. S. from 
Southern Illustrated News.) 

"A fairy ring 
Drawn in the crimson of a battle-plain'* — 

Address to the Exchanged Prisoners: On the Slst of July, 1862, all 
the prisoners of war in Fort Warren, (about 250 soldiers of 
the Confederate army) embarked for Fortress Monroe, to be 
exchanged. They left in Fort Warren, 14 gentlemen, who 
were imprisoned under the designation of ''political prisoners." 
These were all Marylanders by birth, all but one (Mr. Winder) 
were residents of that state when arrested. On their behalf 
the foUowing lines were addressed to their departing friends: 
By T. S. Wallis, Fort Warren, July 31, 1862: S. L. M., July and 
August, 1862. (E. V. M.) 

'*The anchors are weighed, and the gates of yon prison 
Fall wide, as your ship gives her prow to the foam," — 

Address to the Women of the Southern Troops: Air — "Bruce's 
Address:" By Mrs. J. T. H. Cross. (B. R.) 

'^Southern men, unsheathe the sword, 
Inland and along the board;*' — 

After the Battle: By Miss Agnes Leonard. (W. G. S. from the 
Chicago Journal of Commerce, June, 1863.) 

*'A11 day long the sun had wandered. 
Through the slowly creeping hours'* — 

After the Battle of Bull Run: July 21, [1861.] (W. L.) 

"Sadly and low. 
Hear how the fitful breezes blow I** — 

Afraid of a Dead Baby: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"Keep here, my little baby: rest alone I 
Not in thy father's tomb can'st thou be laid:** — 

Alabama: (Bandolph). 

"Over vale and over mountain. 

Pealing forth in triumphal song," — 

The Alabama: BespectfuUy dedicated to the Gallant Captain 
Semmes, His Officers and Crew and to the Officers and Sea- 
men of the C. S. Navy: by E. King, author of Naval Songs of 
the South. Bichmond, Va., George Dunn & Co. (B. B. M., 

"The wind blow off yon rocky shore 
Boysl Set your sails all free" — 

The Alabama Cottage: A Homely Scene. (B. B. B.) 

"The Alabamian sat by the chimney sid< 
His face was wrinkled and worn.*' — 


60 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Albert Sidney Johnston: (Im.) 

"Honor to him who only drew 

In Freedom's cause his battle blade,'* — 

Albert Sidney Johnston: By A. G. (E. V. M., '69.) 

'*I heard afar, the cannon's roar, 
Its lightning flashed from shore to shore,'* — 

Albert Sidney Johnston: KiUed at Battle of Shiloh, April, 1862. 
By Fleming James. (E. V. M.) 

*' *Mid dim and solenm forests, in the dawning chill and gray 
Over dank, unrustling leaves, or through the stiff and sodden day*'— 

Albert Sidney Johnston: Dirge by Colonel A. W. Terrell. (Alsb.) 

"Hush the notes of exultation for a battle dearly won I 
Low the chiefs proud form is lying — ^Texas weeps anoth^ son I" — 

All Is Gone: By Fadette. (W. G. S. from the Memphis Appeal.) 

"Sister hark I Atween the trees cometh naught but summer breeze? 

All is gone" — 

All Over Now: (Im.) 

"All over now I The trumpet blast. 

The hurried tramping to and fro," — 

AU Quiet Along the Pdomac Tonight: By Mrs. Randolph Har- 
rison. (C. S. B.) 

"All quiet along the Potomac tonight. 

No sound save the rush of the river" — 

All Spice: Or Spice for AU: By Cola, Le Diable Baiteux. 
Baltimore, March 7, 1862: Baltimore, April 1, 1862. (R. 
B. B.) 

*The people endure all 
The Hydropaths cure all" — 

AlFs Noise Along the Appomattox: Battle of the Crater, A. D., 
1863. (C. C.) 

"All's noise along the Appomattox tonight. 

For Grant, with his Whiteworth's and Parrots" — 

AlFs Well: By Mrs. Margaret J. Preston of Va. (Amaranth, 
from The Land We Love.) 

" *All's well I' How the musical sound 
Is pleasantly smiting the ear," — 

AlFs Well: Come to the Rescue. (R. B. B.) 

"One night of late I chanced to stray 
Being in the pleasant sweet month of May dream." — 

AUons Enfans: The Southern Marseillaise: Air "Mcu'seillaise." 
By A. E. Blackmar, New Orleans, 1861. (C. S. B.) 

("This may be called the rallying song of the Confederacy. Composed 
early in 1861, it was sung throughout the South while the soldiers were hurried 
to Virginia with this, the grandest of martial airs, as a benediction."] 

"Sons of the South, awake to glory, 
A thousand voices bid you rise" — 

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The American Star: Air "Humors of Glen." Published by Louis 
Bonsai, Baltimore and Frederic Streets, Baltimore. (R. 
B. B. p. 7) 

"Come, striking the bold anthem, the war dogs are howling, 
Already they eagerly snuff up their prey" — 

The Angel of the Church: By W. Gilmore Simms. January, 1864. 
(W. G. S.) 

"Aye, strike with sacrilegious aim 
The temple of the living God;'* — 

The Angel of the Hospital: By S. C. Mercer. (R. N. S. from the 
Louisville Joumd.) 

" 'Twas nightfall in the hospital. The day 
As though its eyes were dimmed with bloody rain" — 

Another Flag: A Second Thought: [By C. B. Northrup.] (Outcast.) 

"Whole we preserve the stars and stripes and blue 
Of freedom's ancient flag, it wiU not do" — 

Another Yankee Doodle: (R. R.) 

"Yankee Doodle has a mind 
To whip the Southern traitors." — 

An Ansvoer to the Poem Entitled ''How They Ad in Baltimore:'' 
By Redgauntlet. (Md. Hist. B.) 

"When our ladies on the street 
Yankee soldiers chance to meet," — 

An Appeal: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"Haste, KentuckiansI wait no longer; 
Rally, and you will be stronger." — 

An Appeal for Jefferson Davis To His Excellency, Andrew Johnson, 
President of the United States: By a Lady of Virginia. (E. 
V. M.) 

"Unheralded, unknown, I come to thee, 
Who boldest in thy hands the scales of power;" — 

An Appeal for Maryland: By B. Baltimore, January 20, 1862. 
(R. B. B. 84.) 

"Of all the gems that gild the wreath 
Of freedom, the blue sky underneath," — 

Appeal to Maryland: From a Dying Soldier at Manassas: by 
a Lady of Maryland. (S. L. M., Oct., 1861.) 

"Oh Mother I my Maryland! wiU you awakeP 

Hear you not from Manassas the thunder of gunsP" — 

Appeal to the South: (R. B. B.) 

"Southrons! since we boast that name; 
Southnors! since your blood we claim" — 


62 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

An Appeal to the South: By A Daughter of Dixie H. Balti- 
more, Jan. 24, 1862; also Norfolk, Va., Jan. 24, 1862. (R. 

B. B. 2 & 41.) 

**HarkI o*er the Southern hills I hear 
The cannons and the rifles sound;" — 

(The) Approaching Battle Hour: By Kentucky. Richmond, 
Virginia, June, 1862. (S. O. S.) 

"Ah! hovers over them 

The gaunt war-demon fell;" — 

April 26th: In the ceremonies at Memphis, Tennessee, 26th 
April, "In Memory of the Confederate Dead," Dr. Ford 
one of the specdiers improvised the foUowing appropriate 
lines: (E. V. M.) 

"In rank and file, in sad array 

As though' their watch still keeping/* — 

April Ttoenty-Sixth: By Annie Chambers Ketchum. Memphis, 
Tenn. (E. V. M.) 

"Dreams of a stately land. 
Where rose and lotus open to the sun" — 

Are We Free? By James R. Brewer. Annapolis, Oct, 22, 1861. 
(E. V. M.) 

"Are we freeP Go ask the question 
In the cells of Lafayette," — 

Are You Beady? (Bohemian from the Macon Telegraph,) 

"Sons and brothers — near and far. 
Have you heard the tones of wtu*?*' — 

Arise! Ye Sons of Freeborn Sires! By A. E. Morris, Company 

C, 20th Infantry. (Alsb.) 

"Arise I ye sons of freebom sires, arise! your country save I 
Kindle again the wonted fires that animate the brave:*' — 

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

"You stand upon the chasm's brink 
That yawns so deadly deep," — 

Arm for The Souihern Land: By Generd Mirabeau B. Lamar. 
(S. B. P.) 

"Arm for the Southern land. 

All fear of death disdaining;" — 

The Army and Its Flag of Stars and Stripes: [By C. B. Northrup] 

"In Liberty's great war" — 

Arouse, Keniuckicms! By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"Arouse, Kentuckians, or my heart will break I 
What though by thousands brethren may forsake" — 

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Ashby: By John R. Thompson of Virginia. Richmond, June 
13, 1862: S. L. M., Editor's Table, May, 1862. (S. S.) 

"To the brave all homage render I 
Weep, ye skies of June I" — 

The Ashbys: By D. B. Lucas, of Va. (E. V. M. '69.) 

"And lol there galloped through the gates of war 

Two brothers, riding side by side, with spurs,*' — 

Ashby^s Avengers: Air "Annie Lyle." (Cav.) 

"Down where the Southern army 
Near Virginia's side," — 

Ashb/s Death: Air: "Annie Laurie." (Cav.) 

"A wail sweeps o'er the Valley, 
Virginia's deep with woe." — 

Ashes of Glory: By A. J. Requier. (W. G. S.) 

"Fold up the gorgeous silken sun. 
By bleeding mcu'tyrs blest," 

At Fort Pillow: By James R. Randall. (W. G. S. from the Wil- 
mington Journal, April 25, 1864.) 

"You shudder as you think upon 
The carnage of the grim report" — 

At Galveston, Texas: By H. L. Flash. (Alsb.) 

"We parted, love, some months ago, in pleasant summer weather; 
You blamed the fates that you and I could not remain together;" — 

Attention! By B. Baltimore, Oct. 16, 1861. (R. B. B. 7.) 

"Hearken, friends and foes now hearken 
See Abe Lincoln's prospects darken;" — 

Audax Omnia Perpeti, etc. By B. (R. B. B. 4.) 

"Come pretty muse, give me your help, 
Keen make my pen as the teamster's lash" — 

Auld Lang Syne: A supposed song of Morgan's Cavalry on 
entering a Kentucky town. By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"Shall auld acquaintance be forgot. 

And not now be brought to mindP" — 

AutunmThoughtsJ862: ByMissMaryA.Grason. (E.V.M.'69.) 

Our Autumn comes with tender glow; 
A golden haze is on the hills," — 

The Autumn Rain: By Susan Archer Talley. Richmond, Va. 
(E V. M.) 

"Softly, mournfully, slowly, 

Droppeth the rain from the eaves" — 

The Avatar of Hell: Sonnet, by "Pax." (W. G. S. from the 
Charleston Mercury.) 

"Six thousand years of commune, God with man. 
Two thousand years of Christ, yet from such roots" — 


64 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Awake! Arise! By G. W. Archer, M. D. (W, G. S.) 

''Sons of the South, awake, arise I 

A million foes sweep down amain/* — 

Awake in Dixie: By H. T. S., Winchester, Va., February 24, 
1862. Air, "Dixie's Land." (R. B. B. 7.) 

'*Hear ye not the sound of battle, 
Sabres' clash and muskets* rattle:'* — 

Atvay with the Dastards Who Whine of Defeat: By Paul H. Hayne 
of S. C. Charleston, May 10, 1862. (E. V. M.) 

"Away with the dastards who whine of defeat 
And hint that the day of destruction draws near," — 

Away with the Stripes: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

**HoI away with the stripes, the despots' fit flag I 
The stars and the stripes are the bully's great **brag*':** — 

A Ballad for the Young South: By Joseph Brennan. S. L. M ., 
Feb., 1861, from the New Orleans Crescent. (S. S.) 

*'Men of the South I Our foes are up 
In fierce and grim array;** — 

The Ballad of the Right: By J. W. Overall. (S. S. from the New 
Orleans True Delta,) 

**In other days our fathers' love was loyal, full and free. 
For those they left behind them in the Island of the Sea;** — 

A Ballad of the War: By George Herbert Sass, of Charleston, 
S. C. (W. G. S., originally published in Southern Field and 

"Watchmen, what of the night P 
Through the city*s darkening street** — 

Baltimore: (West. Res.) 

'*Hail, queen of cities, birthplace of the just. 
Oh how cast down I by Northern vandals crushed.** — 

Baltimore: By C. (Mr. Samuel's Scrapbook: Ridgway Li- 

**Hail, queen of cities, birthplace of the just. 

Oh how cast down! By Northern vandals crushed,'* — 

Baltimore Girh: Air, "Dearest Mae." (West Res.) 

''O the girls of dear old Baltimore, 
So beautiful and fair," — 

The Band in the Pines: Heard after Pelham died: by John Esten 
Cooke. (W. G. S.) 

'*0h, band in the pine-wood, cease! 

Cease with your splendid call:** — 

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Banks' Skedaddle: (Alsb.) 

"Yoo know the Federal General Banks, 
Who came through Louisiana with his forty thousand Yanks;*' — 

Banner Song: Written and Expressly Dedicated to the Armstrong 
Guards. By Wm. H. Holcombe, M . D. (S. L. M., July 1861.) 

"See our banner floating high 
Stars in freedom's shining sky;*' — 

The Banner-Song: By James B. Marshall. (R. R.) 

"Up, up with the banner, the foe is before ns. 
His bayonets bristle, his sword is unsheathed," — 

The Barefooted Boys: (S. S.) 

"By the sword of St. Michael 
The old dragon through I" — 

The Bars and Stars: Air, "Star Spangled Banner:" by A. W. 
Haynes. (Randolph.) 

"Oh, the tocsin of war still resounds o'er the land, 

And legions of braves are now rushing to battle," — 

Le Baiaille des Mouchoirs: The Greatest Battle of the War: 
fought Feb. 20, 1863. By a young lady of 17, [Eugenie. 
(S. L. M., Oct., '63.) 

"Of all the battles, uKMlem or old, 
By poet sung or historian told," — 

The Battle at Bethel: Air, ''Dixie." (Bohemian from the Rich- 
mond Whig.) 

"Send out the news from West to South and sptead it through the land. 
Our noble boys have met the foe at Bethel," — 

The Battle at Bull Bun: By Ruth. Louisville, Ky., July 24, 
1861. (R. R.) 

"Forward, my brave columns, forward I 
No other word was spoken;" — 

BaUk at BulVs Run: (R. B. B. 7.) 

"Oh be easy, don't you tease me. 
While I sing a bit of fun," — 

BaUk Before Richmond: By G. B. S., 1862. (W. L.) 

"Slowly the great sun rose o'er Richmond's hills. 
Calmly the noble river waved along," — 

BaUle CaU^ Nee temere, nee limide: Dedicated to her countrymen, 
the Cavaliers of the South, by Annie Chambers Ketchum. 
Dunrobin Cottage, May, 1861. (R. R.) 

"Gentlemen of the South I 

Gird on your flashing swords I" — 

The Battle Call: By Mrs. E. V. McCord Vernon, Richmond, Va., 
Feb. 20, 1862. (C.C.) 

"Rise Southerner! the day of your glory. 
The hour of your destiny's near" — 

66 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Battle Call to Kentucky, 1862: By Walker Meriweather Bell. 

**Ait>ii8e thee, Kentucky I the graves of thy sires 
Are pressed by the foot of the foe." — 

Bailie Cry of Freedom: By Wm. H. Barnes. (Lee.) 

**Our flag is proudly floating on the land and on the main, 
Shout, shout the battle cry of freedom.'* — 

The Battle Cry of the South: By James R. Randall. (W, G. S.) 

'^Brothers, the thunder-cloud is black. 

And the wail of the South wings forth;" — 

Battle Eve: By Susan Archer Talley. S. L. M., Aug., 1861. 

(S. S.) 

"I see the broad red setting sun 
Sink slowly down the sky;" — 

The BaUle-Field of Manassas: By M. F. Bigney. (R. R.) 

"Fill, fiU the trump of fame 
With the name, — 
Manassas," — 

Battle Hymn: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury). 

**Lord of Hosts, that beholds us in battle, defending 
The homes of our sires *gainst the hosts of the foe" — 

Battle Hymn: Columns Steady: By Wm. Gilmore Simms. (Bo- 

"Columns steady I make ye ready — with the steel and rifle ready! 
Wait the signal I wait the moment — soul and steel and weapon steady I"— 

Battle Hymn of the Virginia Soldier: (R. B. B. 8.) 

"Father of earth and heaven, I call thy namel 

Round me the smoke and shout of battle roU;" — 

Battle Ode to Virginia: (R. R.) 

"Old Virginia! virgin crowned 
Daughter of the royal Bess," — 

Battle of Belmont: (Wash'n.) 

"I sing of the Battle of Belmont, 'twas near Columbus town 
The Yankees in great numbers from Cairo did come down." — 

Battle of Belmont: By J. Augustine Signaigo. W. G. S. from 
the Memphis Appeal, Dec. 21, 1861.) 

"Now glory to our Southern cause, and praises be to God 

That He hath met the Southron's foe and scourged him with 
His rod:"— 

Battle of Bethel: (Randolph.) 

"Saw ye not the ruddy sunlight; 
Glancing o'er the hill-tops far," — 

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The Battle of Bethel Church: (C. C. from the New Orleans Delta, 
10 June, 1861.) 

"As hurtles the tempest 
Proclaiming the storm/* — 

Battle of Big Bethel: (West Res.) 

'^Though Butler be a hero. 
Who ne'er has powder smelt,*' — 

The Battle of Buena Vista: Inscribed to Jefferson Davis: by a 
Mississippian. (E. V. M. from the LouisviUe Courier, April 

"It was upon the battle field 

Where lay the dead and dying" — 

The Battle of Charleston Harbor: April 7th, 1863: by Paul H. 
Hayne. (W. C. S.) 

"Two hours or more, beyond the prime of a blithe April day. 

The Northman's mailed *Invincibles' steamed up air Charles- 
ton Bay;"— 

Battle of Galveston: Air, "The Harp that Once Through Tara's 
Halls:*' by Mrs. E. L. Caplen, of Galveston. (Akb.) 

" 'Twas on that dark and fearful^mom 
That anxious hearts beat high I" — 

The Battle of Great Bethel: Fought on Sunday, June 9, 1861. 
Dedicated to Magruder and his command: by ''C./' an 
American patriot not 14 years old. (Mr. Samuel's Scrapbook, 
Ridgway Library.) 

"Brave Virginians I on this day 

Drive the Northern horde away I" — 

Battle of Hampton Roads: By Ossicm D. Gorman. (W. G. S. 
from the Macon Daily Telegraph.) 

'^Ne'er had a scene of beauty smiled 

On placid waters 'neath the sun." — 

The Battle of Hampton Roads: By Tenella, [Mrs. Clarke of N. C] 

(E. V. M.) 

"Now, once again, let Southern hearts unite in thankful praise. 
To the mighty God of battle, mysterious in his ways;" — 

Battle of Manassas: July 21, 1861. (W. L.) 

"The bridal of the earth and sky I the blessed Sabbath-mom, 
Brightens into the perfect day from its soft rosy dawn;" — 

The Battle of Manassas: Dedicated to Generd Beauregard, C. 
S. A. : by Mrs. Clarke, wife of Colonel Clarke, 14th Regiment, 

N. C. (E.V. M.) 

'Now glory to the Lord of Hosts I' oh I bless and praise His name, 
That He hath battled in our cause, and brought our foes to shame." — 

«4 (1 

68 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Bailie of Manassas (July 21, 1861): By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. 

**Clear rises now, the glorious sun. 
No cloud bedims the sky," — 

The BatUe of Manassas: By Susan Archer Talley: Richmond, 
Aug- 3, 1861, S. L. M., Sept., 1861. (R. B. B. 61.) 

'*Now proudly lift, of sunny South, 
Your glad triumphal strains,'* — 

The Battle of Richmond. (Psalm xliv. S-U): By George Herbert 
Sass, Charleston, S. C. (W. G. S.) 

"Now blessed be the Lord of Hosts through all our Southern land. 
And blessed be His holy name, in whose great might we stand;*' — 

The BaUle of Si. PauFs (N. 0.) : Sung by a Louisiana Soldier. 
Conquered Territory of Louisiana, New Orleans, Aug. 17, 
1866. (C. C.) 

"Come boys and listen while I sing 

The greatest fight yet fought*' — 

BaUle of Shihh: LouisviUe, Ky. (W. L.) 

"Quick, the cannon's shot did pour 
Belching death at every roar,** — 

BaUk of Shihh Hill: Air, "Wandering Sailor," by M. B. Smith. 
Company C, 2nd Regiment, Texas Volunteers. (Alsb.) 

"Come all you valiant soldiers, and a story I will tell. 
It is of a noted battle you all remember well;" — 

The Battle of the Mississippi: (R. R.) 

**The tyrants' broad pennant is floating 
In the South, o'er our waters so blue;" — 

The Battle of the Stove Pipes: [By Nannie Lemmon (?).] (R. 
B. B. 86H) 

"On Munson's heights the Rebel Banners wave. 
Their hungry hosts, their "loyal" legions brave," — 

The Battle Rainbow: By John R. Thompson, of Va. S. L. M., 
June, '62. (W. G. S.) 

"The warm weary day was departing, the smile 

Of the sunset gave token the tempest had ceased.** — 

Battle-Song: (C. S. B.) 

"Have you counted up the cost 
What is gained and what is lost" — 

Battle-Song: Air, "Humors of Glen." (Randolph.) 

"Come strike the loud anthem I Again must the story 
Of Freedom, down-trodden by tyrants, be told I" — 

Battk Song: Dedicated to Captain Ben Lane Posey, who com- 
manded the Red Eagle Battery at Pensacola. (S. L. M., Ed. 
Table, June '62, from the Montgomery Mail) 

"Oh, give us a song, an Eagle's Song — 
Our labor and toil rewardmg," — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 69 

Battle Song of the ''Black Horsemen^ Air, "Dixie:" ByC, Win- 
Chester, Va., Oct., 1861. (R. B. B. p. 8.) 

"We have come from the brave Southwest 
On fairy steeds, with throbbing breast,'* — 

Battle Song of the Invaded: (R. R.) 

**The foe! They oomel They oomel 
light up the beacon pyre;" — 

Battle Song of the Maryland Line: (R. B. B. 77.) 

"To armsl to armsl the fight's begun 
Virginia sounds the call; — 

Battle Song of the South: By P. E. Collins. (Fag.) 

"Land of our birth, thee, thee I sing, 
Proud heritage is thine," — 

Bay Blossom Cottage: By Lieutenant H. C. Wright. (Sunny.) 

"Oh, how dear to the heart are these hours of bliss. 

Which 'Bay-Blossom* e'er brings to my view I" — 

Baylor's Partisan Rangers: Air, "Diade." By Mary L. Wilson, of 
San Antonio. (Alsb.) 

"Hear the summons, sons of Texas I 
Now the fierce invaders nex us." — 

Bayon City Guard's Dixie: By the Company's own poet. (Alsb.) 

"From Houston City and Brazos bottom. 
From selling goods, and making cotton," — 

Bayon City Guard's Song in the Chickahominy Suxunp: (Alsb.) 

"Fighting for our rights now, feasting when they're won. 
By the Cross and Stars, hoys, fluttering in the sun — " 

Beaufort: By W. J. Grayson, of South Carolina. (W. G. S.) 

"Old home I what blessings late were yours: 
The gifts of peace, the songs of joy I" — 

Beau-Regard: Sung at the Montgomery Theatre on Friday 
night, by Mr. M. A. Arnold: by Baron, April 12, 1861. (R. 
N. S. from the Montgomery Mail.) 

"Flashing, flashing along the wires 
The glorious news each heart inspires," — 

Beauregard: A Historical Poem: by Kate Luby F . (P. 

& P. B.): 

"In Pavia's bloody battle field 
As troubadours do sing," — i 

Beauregard: By Catherine A. Warfield of Mississippi: (W. G. 


"Let the trumpet shout once more, 

Beauregard!" — 

70 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Beauregard: Written after the Battle of Shiloh, when Beaure- 
gard became Commander-in-Chief: by C. A. Warfield of 
Kentucky. (E. V. M.) 

"Our trust is now in thee, 
Beauregard!** — 

Beauregard at Shiloh: Lines found on the dead body of a Con- 
federate soldier after the battle of Williamsburg. (R. B. B.) 

**Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, 
And glory the reward" — 

Beauregard's Appeal: By Paul H. Hayne. (S. S. from the Char- 
leston Courier.) 

"Yea I though the need is bitter. 
Take down those sacred bells!*' — 

The Beleagured City: By Rosa Vertner Jeffrey. (E. V. M.) 

"There's a beautiful city, far, far, away. 

In the land of myrtle and the rose," — 

Ben ArCullough: Air, "Something new comes every day." (R. 
B. B. 65.) 

"Oh, have your heard of the the brave old fellow 
He goes by the name of Ben McCullough," — 

Ben M'Culhch—He Fell At His PosU By Ned Bracken. (Alsb.) 

"When the Northmen their war-banner spread; nor would give the right to 

The cause of his country he wed. In this her great hour of need" — 

Bentonville: Written on the field, at the close of the first day's 
fight: by T. B. Catherwood. (Hubner.) 

"Another battle has been fought, another victory won. 
We've fought this day from rising to the setting of the sun" — 

Bethel: (S. L. M. January, '62.) 

"Hurrah for old Virginia! God bless the brave North State! 
For they first taught the Yankee curs to dread a freeman's hate:" — 

A Betrayal: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.) 

"Dallying on as fair a landscapt; 
As the skies in beauty drape," — 

Beyond the Potomac: By Paul H. Hayne. (R. R. from the Rich- 
mond Whig,) 

"They slept on the fields which their valor had won! 
But arose with the first <»arly blush of the sun," — 

Bill Booster's Advice to the Hoosiers of Louisville: Three days 
.after the battle of Richmond, Kentucky. Air, "Sing, sing, 
Darkies, sing:" by Kentucky. Sept. 2, 1862. (S. 0. S.) 

"Why should Hoosiers spill their blood 
To enrich Kentucky mud?" — * 

The Black Flag: By Paul H. Hayne. (Alsb.) 

"Like the roar of the wintry surges, on a wild tempestous strand 
The voice of the maddened millions ( omes up from an outraged land;"— 

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The Blessed Hand: RespectfuDy dedicated to the Ladies of the 
Southern Relief Fair: by S. T. Wallis, Baltimore, April 8, 
1866: "There is a legend of an English Monk, who died at the 
monastery of Axemberg, where he had copied and illuminated 
many books, hoping to be rewarded in Heaven. Long after 
his death, his tomb was opened, and nothing could be seen 
of his remains but the right hand with which he had done his 
pious work, and which had been miraculously preserved from 
decay." (E. V. M.) 

**For you and me, who love the light 
Of God's uncloistered day," — 

The Blessed Heart: Suggested by "Tlie Blessed Hand." Grate- 
fully dedicated to the ladies of the Southern Relief Fair by 
Mrs. M. M. of Columbia, S. C. (E. V. M.) 

"I sing not of The Blessed Hand/ 

That has so well been sung,*' — 

The Blessed Union — Epigram: (W. G. S.) 

"Doubtless to some, with length of ears. 
To gratify an ape's desire," — 

The Blockaders: Dedicated to A. lincoln: by Paul H. Hayne. 
(Bohemian from the Charleston Mercury.) 

"Across this threatening ocean tide, 
I see the despot's vessels ride," — 

A Bloody Day is Dawning: By William Munford. July, 1864; 
In the trenches before Petersburg. (Newspaper clipping 
from The Baltimore American^ c. 1895.) 

'^Because I know by those sweet tears that gushed 

Fresh from thine eyes when, proffered to your beauty," — 

Blue Coats Are Over the Border: Air, "Blue Bonnets are over 
the Border:" Inscribed to Captain Mitchell: by Kentucky. 
(S. O. S.) 

"Kentucky's banner spreads 
Its folds above cur heads;" — 

The Blue Cockade: By Mary Walsingham Crean: (R. R.) 

"God be with the laddie, who wears the blue cockade. 
He's gone to fight the battle of our darling Southern landl" — 

The Bold Engineer: Air, "Young Lockinvar:" by O. H. S. Bal- 
timore, Oct. 14, 1861. (R. B. B. 59.) 

*'0 bully George B. has come out of the West, 

Of all that wide border the scourge and> the pest." — 

The Bold Privateer: Published by Thomas G. Doyle, Bookseller, 
Stationer, and Song Publisher, No. 279 N. Gay St., Baltimore. 
(Wash. No. 29.) 

"It's O! my dearest Polly 

You and I must part," — 

72 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Bombardment and Battles of Galveston: Air, "Auld Lang Syne.'* 
June 1, 1862- January 1, 1863: by S. R. Ezzell, of Captain 
Daly's Company. (AJsb.) 

'The Yankees hate the Lone Star State, because she did secede. 
At Galveston they've now begun to make her soldiers bleed." — 

The Bonnie Blue Flag: By Annie Chambers Ketchum. (6. C. 

**Come. brothersi rally for the right! 
The bravest of the brave." — 

ThelBonnie Blue Flag: By Harry McCarthy. (C. S. B.) 

**We are a band of brothers, and native to the soil. 
Fighting for our liberty, with treasure, blood and toil," — 

The Bonnie Dundee of the Border: Inscribed to Colonel Wm. S. 
Hawkins, of the Western Army : by Clarine Rimarde. (W. L.) 

"Oh, lightly his proud plume floats over the field, 

And the battle-god smileth his honors above him," — 

The Bonnie While Flag: Or the Prisoners' Invocation to Peace: 
Air, "Bonnie Blue Flag:" by Colonel W. S. Hawkins, C. S. 
A., in Camp Chase Ventilator, 1864. (Fag.) 

"Though we're a band of prisoners. 
Let each be firm and true," — 

The Border Ranger: The Mountain Partisan: by W. G. Simms. 
(S. L. M., Feb. March, '62.) 

"My rifle, pouch and knife. 

My steed, and then we part," — 

BouQuet de Bal: A Ballad dedicated to Miss J : by F. B. 

(W. F.) 

"She stepped within the lighted hall 
And dimmed the lesser beauties all." — 

The Boy Picket: or Charley's Gujord: By a Lady of Kentucky. 
(E. V. M.) 

"Wearily my footsteps their measured cadence keep. 
While my tired comrades are wrapped in slumber deep," — 

The Boy Soldier: By a Lady of Savannah. (W. G. S. from the 
Richmond Dispatch.) 

"He is acting o*er the battle. 

With his cap and feather gay," — 

Boy Who Thinkest to Be Wed: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"Boy who thinkest to be wed. 
By remembrance of our dead," — 

Boys! Keep Your Powder Dry: (Alsb.) 

"Canst tell who lose the battle, oft in the councils-fieldP 

Not they who struggle bravely, not they who never yield." — 

Bowing Her Head: (W. G. S.) 

"Her head is bowed downwards; so pensive her air. 

As she looks on the ground with her pale, solemn face," — 

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Brave Deeds — Brave Fruits: Sonnet: by Wm. Gilmore Simms. 
(Am. from Southern Opinion.) 

**The record should be made of each brave deed 
That brings us Pride and Freedom as its fruits," — 

A Brave GirFs Fate: By Miriam Erie. Charleston, S. C, A. D., 
1864. (C. C.) 

"The battle riot raged without 

A city's strong, defiant walls," — 

The Brass-Mounted Army: Air, "Southern Wagon:" by , of 

Colonel A. Bucher's Begiment: (Alsb.) 

"O Soldiers I I've concluded to make a little song. 
And if I tell no falsehood, there can be nothing wrong;" — . 

The Bridal Gift: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

*Tair one, soon my bride to be. 
What shaU be my gift to theeP"— 

Brigadier General John H. Morgan in a Penitentiary! By Ken- 
tucky. (S. 0. S.) 

*'Hide him in a dark cell. 

And fame will crown him there I" — 

The Brigand Brigade: (Bohemian.) 

"When Abe called the Council together, 
Secession at large to discuss," — 

Broken Bench: A Ballad: By F. B. Chattawa, August, 1862. 
(W. F.) 

**I stood upon the bridge of sighs, 
A wooden bench of conmion size" — 

The Broken Mug: Ode (So-called) on a Late Melancholy Accident 
in the Shenandoah Valley (so-called) : by John Esten Cooke. 
(W. G. S.) 

"My mug is broken, my heart is sad I 

What woes can fate still hold in store I" — 

The Broken Su)ord: Suggested by an incident which occurred 
after the surrender of Fort Donaldson: by Walker Meri- 
weather Bell. (W. L.) 

"No; never shall this trusty glaive. 
Which I so long have borne." — 

The Broker's 'Stamp AcV Lament: July, 1862: (B. B. B. 10.) 

"Lord save the South from Liberty (P) 
'Beast* Butler and his masters!" — 

The Brotherly Kindness of 1861: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

" 'They' would burst Southern hearts in twain. 
Nor care if so they could regain" — 

Bugle Call: By Colonel John M illedge, of Ga. (Im.) 

"I love to feel upon my bridle bit 
The champ of a thoroughbred," — 

74 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Bugle Note: By A. Lansing Burrows. (Bohemian from the 
Richmond Dispatch.) 

'Tramp! tramp! tramp! steadily on to the foe; 
With banners afloat in the stirring breeze," — 

Bull Run— A Parody: (W. G. S.) 

"At Bull Run where the sun was low, 
Each Southern face grew pale as snow" — 

BuWs Run: Air, "Wait for the Wagon." (R. B. B. 11.) 

**Says Greely, to Scott, to Richmond, why not, - 
These Southerns are only in fun," — 

Burial of Brigadier General M. Jenkins: At Summerville, Whit- 
sunday, May 15, 1864: by **C. G. P." (Amaranth.) 

"'Bring blossoms from the rosy beds of May, 
Bay from the woodland, myrtle from (he bowers," — 

The Burial of Captain 0. Jennings Wise: Rilled at Roanoke Is- 
land, Feb. 8, 1862: by Accomac. (E. V. M.) 

'"Mournfully the bells are tolling. 
And the muflled drums are rolling," — 

The Burial of Lalane: By Jno. R. Thompson. S. L. M., July 
and August 1862. Note: The beautiful image in the includ- 
ing stanza is (borrowed and some of the language is versified 
from the eloquent remarks of the Honorable R. M. T. Hunt- 
er, on the death of Ex-President Tyler. (E. V. M.) 

**The combat raged not long, but ours the day, 

And, through the hosts that compassed us around," — 

Burial of Lieutenant General Jackson: Air, "Oporto:" by R. 
W. Kercheval, Esq. (Im.) 

**Ck)mrade8, advance! Your colors drape with mourning, 
Muflled your drums, and arms reversed, ye brave," — 

Buried of the Tough Beef in Galveston: March 5, 1864. (Alsb.) 

"The Sabbath sun shone bright and fair. 
The earth rejoiced in gladness," — 

Burn the Cotton: By Estelle, Memphis, Tenn., May 16, 1862. 
(R. R.) 

**Bum the cotton I bum the cotton! 
Let the solemn triumph rise," — 

Bury Me on the Field, Boys: By Mary S. Grayson, of Md. (Am- 

*'Bury me on the field, boys I 

When the deadly strife is over;" — 

Bury Our Dead: (Sunny.) 

"Bury our dead I From Rama's shore I 

From every beauteous Southland vale," — 

Butler's Proclamation: By Paul H. Hayne, of S. C. (E. V. M.) 

"Aye, drop the treacherous mask! throw by 

The cloak which veiled thine instincts fell" — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 75 

By the Banks of Red River: By E. E. Kidd. (Fag.) 

**0h, gone is the soul from his wondrous dark eye. 
And gone is her life's dearest glory." — 

By the Camp Fire: By Fanny Murdaugh Downing. (E. V. M . 

"The sun has fallen: oool and deep 

The night wind mocms in murmurs low.*' — 

By the Camp Fire: By Viola. [Fannie M. Downing] (E. V. M .) 

'The snow has fallen thick and soft. 

The cold wind mourns in murmurs harsh'* — 

The Cadets at New Market: By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. (Cor- 

"Onward they come, they come I 
*Mid the wild battle-hum'*~ 

The Call: By A. B. Baltimore, Oct., 1862. (R. B. B. 71.) 

"Maryland I Maryland! 
Stainless in story" — 

The Call: To Editor South Carolinian. By Barhamville. Jan., 
1861. (R. N. S.) 

"Hark, the shout I from shore to mountain 
Hark the war note raises high!'* — 

The Call! By Jennie. (B. C. L. Ledger 1411.) 

"Sons of Maryland, arouse I 

They who sealed your eyes in sleep,** — 

Call All! Call All! By Georgia. (C. C. from the Rockingham, 
Va., Register.) 

"Whoop I he Doodles h .ve broken loose 
Running around like the very deuce" — 

The Call of Freedom: Richmond, May 1, 1861. (R. A.) 

"Hark I To the rescue! Freedom calls. 
Where triumph's banners brightly wave," — 

A Call to Kentuckians: By a Southern Rights Woman. Louis- 
vUle, Ky., June 24, 1862. (R. R.) 

"Sons of Kentucky I arise from your dreaming 

Awake and to arms I for the foe draweth nigh:*' — 

The Cameo Bracelet: By James R. Randall, of Maryland. (W. 
G. S.) 

"Eva sits on the ottoman there. 
Sits by a Psyche carved in stone." — 

Campaign Ballad: By Rev. J. E. Cames. (Alsb.) 

"Young Florida sends for their clan — the old Dominion*s brave. 
With sons of Texas, lead the van, to glory or the grave;" — 

76 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Camp Douglas By the Lake: A Prison Song. Air, "Cottage by 
the Sea." (Fag.) 

"Childhood's days have long since faded, 

Youth's bright dreams like lights gone out,*' — 

Cannoneers Doom: A legend of the 19th century: by F. B., 
Cottage HUl, Ala., Sept. 7, 1863. (W. F.) 

**0h, teU me not of trimmings red. 
Thus sighed a cannoneer," — 

Cannon Song: (S. S.) 

**Ahal a song for the trumpet's tonguel 
For the bugle to sing before us." — 

Captain MaffiVs Ballad of the Sea: (W. G. S. from the Charleston 

'^Though winds are high and skies are dark 
And the stars scarce show us a meteor spark;" — 

The Captain's Story: (E. V. M.) 

**We rested on the battle-field 
The busy day was o'er." — 

The Captain With His Whiskers: (Alsb.) 

"As they marched through the town with their banners so gay 
I ran to the window just to hear the band play;" — 

The Cap That Poor Henderson Wore: By Willie Lightheart. 
Charleston, S. C. (C. C.) 

"Tattered and threadbare, greasy and torn. 
Faded and worn though it be," — 

Captives Going Home: (W. G. S.) 

"No flaunting banners o'er them wave 
No arms flash back the sun's bright ray." — 

The Captured Epaulette: By M. J. P. [Mrs. M. J. Preston?] (P. 
& P. B.) 

"Oh I we've beaten them gallantly I back from our soil. 
We have hurled the invader and taken his spoil," — 

The Captured Flag: By Kentucky. Jan. 29, 1862. (S. 0. S.) 

"It is not strange that you should like to get 
Sight of the flag that waved" — 

Capture of 17 of Company //., ^th Texas Cavalry: Air, "Wake 
Snakes and Bite a Biskit." (Alsb.) 

" 'Twas early in the morning of eighteen sixty-three, 

We started out on picket, not knowing what we'd see:" — 

Carmen Triumphale: By Henry Timrod. (W. G. S. from the 
Southern Illustrated News,) 

"Go forth and bid the land rejoice. 
Yet not too gladly, oh my song! 

Carolina: By Mrs. C. A. B. (Fag.) 

" 'Mid her ruins proudly stands, 
Our Carolina I"— 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 77 

Carolina: Inscribed to the Pee Dee Legion, General W. W. Har- 
lee, New Orleans, Dec. 1, 1861: by Mrs. Anna Peyre Dennies. 
(E. V. M.) 

"In the hour of thy glory 

When thy name was far renowned," — 

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

**The despot treads thy sacred sands, 
Thy pines give shelter to his bands,'* — 

Carolina: April 14, 1861 : by John A. Wagener, of S. C. (W. 
G. S.) 

"Carolina I Carolina! 

Noble name in State and story" — 

Carolina's Hymn: For the Courier: by E. B. C, Jan. 1861. 

(R. N. S.) 

"Be merciful, God; the crimson tide 
Of sanguinary war, a cooling flood," — 

Cavalier and Roundhead: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"Will he ne'er come again. 
Come into my waiUng armsP"— 

The Cavaliers' Glee: Air, "The Pirates' Glee:" by Captain Wm. 
Blackford, of General Stuart's staff. (S. S.) 

"Spur on! spur on! we love the bounding 
Of barbs that bear us to the fray:" — 

The Cavalier's Serenade: By Colonel Wm. S. Hawkins. (Sunny.) 

"O, come to the heart that is beating for thee! 
By the hope of my freedom, my bride thou shalt be." — 

Charade: [Jackson?] (E. V. M.) 

"My first is seen on a field of green 
And a lucky elf is he," — 

The Charge of the Georgia Eighth: At the Battle of Manassas, 
July 21, 1861 : by Marie Key Steele, of Md. (E. V. M., '69.) 

"The rising sun shines gaily, 
On proud Manassas height," — 

Charge of Hagood's Bridage: Weldon Railroad, Aug. 21, 1864 
(W. G. S.) 

"Scarce seven hundred men they stand 
In tattered, rude array," — 

Charge of the Louisiana Brigade at Atlanta: July 28, 1864: by 
F. B., Atlanta, Aug. 17, 1864. (W. F.) 

"Thunders that roll along 
Mountains and rocks among," — 

Charge of the Night Brigade: Baltimore, July 13, 1861. (E. V. 


"At three o'clock, three o'clock. 
Three o'clock, onward" — 

78 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Charles B. Dreux: By James R. Randall. (E. V. M .) 

**Weep, Louisiana, weep the gallant dead! 
Weave the gjeen laurel o*er the undaunted head I" — 

Charleston: Written for the Charleston Courier in 1863: by Miss 
E. B. Cheeseborough. (W. G. S.) 

**Proudly she stands by the crystal sea, 

Within the Ores of hate around her/* — 

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

**WhatI still does the Mother of Treason uprear 

Her crest *g^nst the Furies that darken her sea?" — 

Charleston: By Paul H. Hayne. (Amaranth.) 

**Calnily beside her Tropic strand 
An Empress, brave and loyal," — 

Charleston: By Henry Timrod: Jan., 1863. (E. V. M.) 

'*Calni as that second summer which precedes 
The first fall of the snow,' — 

Charlestonians and Yankees: Dialogue between Yankees and the 
Charlestonians: by Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) April, 1863. 

"Hoi hdghol for Charleston, hoi"— 

Charmed Life: (2 Kings vi, 16) : by Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"Ah I ours is such a little, half-armed band 
Compared to those who fight to win our land I* — 

Cheer, Boys, Cheer! [This was the favorite song of the Kentuck- 
ians, and was sung by Southern troops under General Basil 
Duke at the Battle of Shiloh. Several versions of adapted 
words were sung to the melody of this song. One of the 
versions was dedicated to Horace Greely and circulated 
throughout the North. The original **Cheer, Boys, Cheer," 
has, however, always remained closely identified with South- 
em sentiment.] (Phot. Hist.) 

"Cheer, boys, cheer I no more of idle sorrow: 
Courage, true hearts shall bear us on our way," — 

Chickamauga, ''The Stream of Death:'' (W. G. S. from the Rich- 
mond Sentinel.) 

**ChickamaugaI Chickamauga! 
O'er thy dark and turbid wave" — 

Chief Justice Taney: Air, "The Days of Absence." (R. B. B., 

'*Hail, thou noble hearted lawyer, 
Advocate of human right-^:" — 

The Chimes of St. PauVs: byTenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke of N.C.] 

(E. V. M.) 

''When first St. Paul*s, your sweet- voiced chimes 
Shed music on the air,'* — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 79 

Chivalrous C, S. A.: Air, "Vive la Compagniel" by B. Balti- 
more, Sept. 21, 1861. (R. R.) 

"I'll s'ng you a song of the South*8 sunny clime. 
Chivalrous C. S. A."— 

Christian Love in Battle: An incident which occured at Manassas. 
Waterproof, La., July 21, 1861: by Wm. H. Holcombe. 
(S. L. M. Sept. 1861.) 

**The Northern soldier reeled and fell 
Upon the bloody ground to die:" — 

Christmas Carol, for 1862: From "Beechenbrook:" by Mrs. M. 
J. Preston, of Va. (E. V. M.) 

"Halt, the march is over 
Day is almost done;" — 

Christmas Day, A. D., 1861: By M. J. H. (Bohemian.) 

"The day's high festival is come, 
The time of careless mirth," — 

Christmas Eve: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

* 'Christmas is here — time to be glad! 
Alas I I seldom am so sad" — 

Christmas, 1863: By Henry Timrod, of S. C. (E. V. M.) 

"How grace this hallowed day? 

Shall hallowed bells from yonder ancient spire" — 

Christmas Night of '62: By W. G. McCabe. S. L. M., Jan., '63. 
(B. E.) 

"The wintry blast goes wailing by. 
The snow is falling overhead." — 

Chronicle of Fort Sumter: (Bohemian from the Charleston Cour- 

"Night hngered over quiet shore and bay 
In grim repose where fort and battery lay," — 

The Church of the North: Inscribed to Bishop Hopkins, of Ver- 
mont. Written during the General Convention, Oct. 1862: 
by Kentucky. (S. C. S.) 

"In the midst of raging billows 
Zion's harp hung on the willows," — 

The Church of the South to the Church of the North: Written on 
reading an article in the Church Journal of New York, which 
I cannot now find: by Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"We are not divided — no never I no I no! 
For the Church of the North cannot be our foe:" — 

Civile Bellum: [In many collections this poem is entitled "The 
Fancy Shot." It was first published in London, in the 
paper called "Once A Week," signed "From the Once United 
States," and was there entitled "CivUe Bellum." It is be- 
lieved to be the work of Charles Dawson Shavley, who died 
in 1876.— JSaitor.] (G. C. E.) 
"Rifleman, shoot me a fancy shot 

Right at the heart of yon prowling vidette," — 

80 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Cleburne: (Im.) 

**How far and fast the autumn blast 

Beats the dead leaves o*er the ground:'* — 

Cleburne: "Another Star now Shines on Hich:" by M. A. Jen- 
nings of Alabama. ( W. G. S. from the Selma Dispatch^ 1864.) 

''Another ray of light hath fled, another Southern brave 
Hath fallen in liis country's cause, and found a laurdled grave, — ** 

The Clerk's Lament: By F. B., Dalton. March 26, 1863. (W. F.) 

**Give my companions back to me, 
My rock built hut so gray," — 

The Cliff Beside the Sea: By Colonel W. W. Fontaine. (Sunny.) 

*Tive summers bright have come and gone, 
A weary time to me," — 

Close the Ranks: By John L. Sullivan. (W. G. S.) 

'*The fell invader is before! 

Close the ranks! Ckwe up the ranks!" — 

Clouds in the West: By A. J. Requier, of Alabama. (W. G. S.) 

'*HarkI on the wind that whistles from the West 
A manly shout for instant succor comes" — 

The Clouds of War: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"O God, the clouds of war press heavily! 
I pant and pant; now I can scarcely breathe," — 

Coast-Guard Cogitations: By Carlos. (Bohemian from the Rich- 
mond Dispatch.) 

'*0n the cold, white sand 
Of a wave-washed strand," — 

Coercion: A Poem for Then and Now: by John R. Thompson, 
of Va. S. L. M. March, 1861. (S. S.) 

**Who talks of Coercion P who dares to deny 
A resolute people the right to be free" — 

Colonel B. F. Terry: By J. R. Barrick, Glasgow, Ky. (Alsb.) 

"There is a wail 
As if the voice of sadness, long and deep," — 

The Colonel Gilbert: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

**The petty Cromwell of our State oppressed 
Is Buckeye Gilbert, as must be confessed;" — 

The Color-Bearer: By Mrs. Margaret J. Preston. (E. V. M., 

"The shock of battJe swept the lines. 
And wounded men, and slain," — 

Columbia: By J. C. J. (W. L.) 

"On thy banks, in pride and beauty 
Stands the city, Congareel" — 

The Southern War Poetry of the CivU War 81 

Coming al Last: By Geo. H. Mfles. Frederick Co., Md. (E.\. 

"Up on the hill there, 
Who are they, pray," — 

Company A. Seventh Regiment^ Texas Cavalry: Air, "Bonnie 
Blue Flag:" by Mrs. Dr. M'Grew. Refugio, Texas, Feb. 
3, 1863. (Alsb.) 

**Lf t genius bring, on silver wing, her richest best oblation. 
To crown thy brow, fair as the snow, young and poetent nationi'* — 

Company L, 2(Hh Regiment, T. V. /.: Air, "Root Hog or Die:" 
by a Private in said company. (Alsb.) 

*'0 here is our Company, the famous Company K 
They are always on the sick list unless it's ration day** — 

The Confederacy: By Jane T. H. Cross. (W. G. S. from the 
Southern Christian Advocate, 1864.) 

"Bom to a day, full grown, our Nation stood. 
The pearly light of heaven was her face," — 

The Confederate Dead: By author of "Albert Hastings." A.D., 
1866. (C. C.) 

"O, not o'er these, the true and brave 
Whose mangled forms in many a grave** — 

The Confederate Dead: By Latienne. Enfala, Ala., June, (1866?) 
(E. V. M. from the Macon Journal.) 

"From the broad and calm Potomac, 
Is the Rio Grande's waves," — 

The Confederate Dead: (C. C.) 

"They sleep. Go not to Rome nor Greece 
For history knows no nobler race,** — 

The Confederate Flag: (E. V. M. '69.) 

"No more o*er living hearts to wave. 
Its tattered folds forever furled,** — 

The Confederate Flag: By J. R. Barrick. Glasgow, Ky. (R. 


"Flag of the South! Flag of the free I 
Thy stars shall cheer each eye,** — 

The Confederate Flag: Written by Mrs. C. D. Elder of New Or- 
leans: music by Sig. G. George of Norfolk, Va. (R. B. B., 


"Bright banner of freedom, with pride I unfold thee: 

Fair flag of my country, with love I behold thee," — 

The Confederate Flag: By H. L. Flash. (Amaranth.) 

"Four stormy years we saw it gleam 
A people's hope — and then refurled** — 

82 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

The Confederate Flag: Red, White and Blue. Composed and 
Sung by J. S. Prevatt, Co. E., 6th Ga. Regiment. (R. B. 
B., 16J^.) 

''On the banks of the Potomac, there's an anny so grand. 
Whose object's to subjugate Dixie's fair land" — 

Confederate Land: By H. H. Strawbridge. (R. R.) 

''States of the South! Confederate Land I 
Our foe has come — the hour is nigh;" — 

The Confederate Note: (E. V. M., also C. S. B. No. 25.) 

"Representing nothing on God's earth now. 
And naught in the water below it:" — 

Confederate Oath: Air, "My Maryland;" circulated sub rosa in 
New Orleans. (Alsb.) 

"By the Cross upon our banner, glory of our Southern sky. 
Swear we now, a band of brothers, free to live, or free to die" — 

A Confederate Officer to His Lady Love: By Major McKnight 
("Asa Hartz"), A. A. B., General Loring's staff. Johnston's 
Island. (E. V. M.) 

"My love reposes on a rosewood frame, 
A bunk have I:" — 

Confederate Paradox: "The falling debris now aids in strength- 
ening Fort Sumter," Telegram, Charleston, Nov. 6, 1863. 
(W. L.) 

"A seeming evil often is 
A great and glorious benefit," — 

The Confederate Soldier's Wife — Parting from Her Husband. (R. 
B. B., 17.) 

"Here is thy trusty blade! 
Take it, and wield it in a glorious cause;" — 

Confederate Song: Air, "Bruce's Address." Dedicated to the 
Kirk's Ferry Rangers: by their captain, E. Lloyd Wailes. 
Sung by the Glee Club on July 4, 1861, at the Kirk's Ferry 
barque, Catahoula, La. (R. R.) 

"Rally round our country's flag! 
Rally, boys, nor do not lag," — 

The Confederate States: (R. B. B., 16.) 

"Yankees may sing of their rank pork and beans. 

Their dollars and cents are but fabulous dreams'* — 

A Confederate Valentine: To Miss Jewly Ann Pious: by Peter 
Barlow. Picked up, A. D., 1863. (C. C.) 

"When these lines you read 
Think not of him unkind" — 

Confiscation: A Wife to Her Husband: by Kentucky. (S. 0. 


"Let us go forth into the cold, cold snow I 
A tyrant says we must, or bow us low" — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 83 

Congressman Ely: Air, "Hi Ho Dobbin." (Wash'n, 44.) 

"As I rode down to Manassas one day, 
With heart light as air and spirit so gay," — 

Conquered: By F. B. (W. F.) 

"Lik the bird who sings at midnight, 
I am lone," — 

The Conquered Banner: By M oina. [The Reverend J. A. Ryan, 
of Knoxville, Diocese of Nashville, Tenn.] : music by A. E. 
Blackmar. (E. V. M . from the Freeman's Journal, June 
24, 1865.) 

"Furl that banner for 'tis weary 
Romid its staff 'tis drooping dreary;" — 

The Conscription Bill: (S. L. M., April, '62.) 

"Let us hail in this crisis the prosperous omen 
That our Senate shows virtue higher than Roman;" — 

Conscript's Departure: (Army.) 

"You are going far away, far away from your Jeanette, 
There is no one left to love me now, and you, too, may forget," — 

Contraband: (Cav.) 

"Say, darkies, hab you seen oie massa 
Wif de mustach on his face," — 

Corinth. April, 1862): By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. (Corinth.) 

"Land of the Pioneer — behold! come 
To drink thy balmy airs enchanting West" — 

The Cotton Boll: By Henry Timrod. (W. G. S. from the Char- 
leston Mercury.) 

"While I recline 
At ease beneath" — 

The Cotton-Burners' Hymn: "On yesterday, all the cotton in 
Memphis, and throughout the country, was burned. Prob- 
ably not less than 300,000 bales have been burned in the last 
three days in West Tennessee and North Mississippi." — 
Memphis Appeal. (W. G. S.) 

"Lo! where Mississippi rolls 
Oceanward its stream," — 

Cotton Doodle: Written by a lady on learning that Yankee Doodle 
had been hissed in New Orleans. San Antonio, Jan. 2, 1861. 
(S. L. M., Ed. Table, Feb. 1861.) From the Galveston 
Evening News. 

"Hurrah for brave King Cotton I 

The Southerners are singing;" — 

Cotton is King: By N. G. R., [Dr. N. G. Ridgley] Baltimore, 
Jan. 1, 1862. (R. B. B., 18.) 

"All hail to the great King. 
Quick to him your tribute bring" — 

84 The Souihem War Poetry of the Civil War 

The Cotton Slates' Farewell to Yankee Doodle: Atlanta, Ga., Feb. 
1, 1861. (C. S. B. from the Richmond Dispatch^ copied 
from the Georgia papers.) 

**Yankee Doodly fare you well 
Rice and cotton float you;" — 

The Countersign: By Colonel W. W. Fontaine. (E. V. M.) 

**Ala8l the weary hours pass slow. 

The night is very dark and stiU,*' — 

Country^ Home and Liberty: (R. B. B., 18.) 

"Freedom calls you I Quick be ready, — 
Rouse ye in the name of God, — " 

Creation oj Dixie: 1861 . (C. C.) 

"Created by a nation*8 glee 
With jest and song and revelry" — 

Crippled for Life: By Leola. [Mrs. Loula W. Rogers of Ga.] 
"Mountain Home," S. W. Virginia, Dec. 1, 1862. (S. L. 
M., Nov. and Dec, '62.) 

"On a low couch as the bright day is dying 
Young, helpless and hopeless, a soldier is lying,*' — 

Cruci Dum Spiro, Fido: By J. C. M. New York, March 20» 
1866. (E. V. M.) 

"You may furl the gleaming star-cross 
That lit a hundred Gelds,*'— 

A Cry to Arms: By Henry Timrod, New Orleans, March 9, 
1862. (R. R.) 

"Hoi woodsmen of the mountain-side! 
Ho! dwellers in the vales!" — 

The Darlings at Home: By Colonel C. G. Forshey. (Alsb.): 

"The sentinel treads his martial round. 
Afar from his humble home" — 

Da Vis!: By Quien Sabe? Baltimore, Feb. 10, 1862. (R. B. 
B. 73.) 

"Give us one chance, *tis all we ask. 
Be retribution then our task:** — 

The Dead: (Randolph.) 

"On the Geld of battle lying. 
Was a youthful hero dying" — 

Dead: By C. C. (Amaranth from the Richmond Examiner.) 

"Dead! well I have written the word, and I gaze 
On it still and again," — 

Dead: By Colonel W. S. Hawkins, C. S. A.; prisoner of war. 
Camp Chase, Ohio, March, 1865. (Sunny.) 

"Dead! with no loving hand to part 

The soft hair back from the pallid brow*' — 

The Soulhem War Poelry of the CM War 85 

Dead Jackson: (E. V. M.) 

"A chapletl as ye pause ye brave 
Beside the broad Pbtomac's wave" — 

Dead on Manassas Plain: By J. Augustine Signaigo. (I. M.) 

"Close beside the broken grasses. 
Near the setting of the day," — 

The Dead SoUier: (E. V. M.. '69.) 

"Go where the dying soldiers lie 
Eve blushing closes now her eye," — 

Dear Liberty: or Maryland WiU Be Free: Air, "Carry me back 
to old Virgiony:** by Miss R. L., a Daughter of Dixie. (R. 
B. B., 73.) 

"Farewell dear Liberty, farewell for awhile. 
Ere long we'll greet thee again." — 

Dear Mother Pve Come Home to Die: Music by Henry Tucker: 
words by E. Bowers. Greo. Dunn & Co., Richmond, Va. 
(R. B. M.) 

"Dear Mother, I remember well. 

The parting kiss you gave to me" — 

Death-Bed of Stonewall Jackson: By Colonel B. H. Jones. (Sun- 

"Stretched on his couch the Christian warrior lies; 
Cold perspiration beads his marble brow;" — 

The Death of Ashby: By J. A. Via. Richmond, June 16, 1862. 
(S. L. M., May, 1862.) 

"WUd rings Uie raging battle cry; 
It*s Uiunders echo in the sky," — 

The Death of General A. S. Johnston: (S. 0. S.) 

"A nation tolls his requiem; 
Bring forth the victor's diadem," — 

Death of Albert Sidney Johnston: By George B. Milnor, Harris- 
burg, Tex. (Alsb.) 

**The sun was sinking o*er the battle plain. 

Where the night winds were already sighing," — 

Death of Jackson: By Cornelia M. Jordan. (Corinth.) 

"Brightly the moon o*er pallid corpses streaming. 

Mingled her soft rays wiUi the cannon's breaUi," — 

Death of William H. Mitchell: Killed at Gettysburg: by Lieu- 
tenant J. E. Dooley. (Sunny.) 

"So bright in his genius — so bright in his youth 
Gone to his gravel" — 

Death of Polk: (W. L.) 

"We hear a solemn saddening sound, 
A mournful knell; — 

86 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Death of Stonewall Jackson: (Fag.) 

"On a bright May mom in 'sixty-three. 
And eager for the action,*' — 

Death of Stonetmll Jackson: By Thomas Q. Bcumes. (Bcumes.) 

"^Southrons all bewail the lo-^s 

Of a hero true and brave," — 

Death of the Lincoln Despotism: Air, "Root, Hog, or Die:" (P. 
& P. B. from the Richmond Times-Despatch.) 

" 'Twas out upon mid-ocean that the San Jacinta hailed 
An English neutral vessel, while on her course she sailed.** — 

Death of the Young Partisan: By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. (Rich- 

"He fell — ^not where numbers were falling 

Whose groans with the cannon peal blend,** — 

The Debt of Maryland: By H. Baltimore, Oct. 16, 1861. (R. 
B. B., 72.) 

"Remember, men of Maryland, 
You have a debt to pay.** — 

De Cotton Down in Dixie: ("These capital verses were found on 
board of the English barque 'Premier* in January, 1863, 
bound from Liverpool to Havana, sixty miles west of Ma- 
deira, by Lone Star, of Galveston, Texas.") (Alsb.) 

'*rm gwine back to de land of cotton, 
Wid de 'English Flag* in an 'English Bottom* '*— 

Dedicated to the Baltimore Light Artiliery, C. S. A.: by Captain 
G. W. Alexander. (B. B. B. 81.) 

**The Maryland boys are coming 

Dost hear their stirring drumsP** — 

Dedication: To Mrs. Fanny S. Bears: By F. B. Kingston, Feb. 
23, 1864. (W. F.) 

'To you, though known but yesterday, I trust 
These winged thoughts of mine'* — 

Dejected: By G. W. Archer, M. D: In the Field, Sept. '64. (E. 
V. M., '69.) 

"Turmoil, never, never ending! 

Qamor, clangor, grasp and groan I*' — 

Desolated: By Fanny Downing. (E. V. M. '69.) 

"A weight of suffering my spirit seals 

As I stand of life's sweetest joys bereft,** — 

Despondency: By Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke of N. C] (E. 
V. M.) 

"The waters in life*s goblet sink. 
Which late were foaming to its brink" — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 87 

The Despot's Song: By Old Secesh. Baltimore, March 15, 
1862. (R. R.) 

""With a beard that was filthy and red 
His mouth with tobacco bespread** — 

Destruction of the Vandal Host at Manassas: A Parody: by J. 
J. H. (R. R.) 

**Abe Lincohi came down like a wolf on the fold. 
And his cohorts were thirsting for silver and gold," — 

The Devil's Delight: By John R. Thompson. (Amaranth.) 

"To breakfast one morning Uie Devil came down. 
By demons and vassals attended:'* — 

The Devil's Visit to Old Abe: Written on the occasion of Lincohi*8 
proclamation for prayer and fasting after the battle of Man- 
assas: by Reverend E. P. Birch, of La Grange, Ga., Feb. 
10, 1862. (Wash'n 52.) 

"Old Abe was sitting in his chair of state. 

With one foot on the mantel and one on the grate" — 

Devotion: Jan. 1863. (Md. Hist. B.) 

"Now Uiat anoUier year's gone by 
And gushing tears have filled the eye*' — 

Died: Arthur Robinson: Richmond, Dec. 23, 1863. (E. V. 
M. '69.) 

"Gone from Uie tumult — gone from the strife. 
From the evil times that sadden life;" — 

A Dirge: by G. W. Archer, M. D., Harford Co., Md., June, '61. 
(E. V. M. '69.) 

"How can I rest? 
E'en in the quiet of this lonely wood" — 

Dirge for Ashby: by Mrs. M. J. Preston: (W. G. S.) 

"Hear ye that thrilling word — 
Accent of dread** — 

Disgrace and Shame: Air, "The Campbells Are Coming." (R. 
B. B. 21.) 

"Hallo! what*s the matter P 

Indigo*s blue, why this .clatter** — 

Dixey's Land: Baltimore and Frederick Streets, Baltimore, Md. 
(Wash'n 54.) 

"Away down South in de fields ob cotton, 
Pork and cabbage in de pot." — 

Dixie: (E. V. M.) 

"Dixie home of love and beauty; in the past supremely best. 
Now athwart Uiee, falling darkly, see, a funeral shadow rest." — 

Dixie: By Richard W. Nicholls. (N. Y. P. L.) 

"Southron, your country calls you 

And in arms must now enroll you" — 

88 The Souihem War PoeUy 1^ the CUa War 

Dixie: By Albert Pike: (W. G. S.) 

"SoulhroiK, hew jour ooaiary aJl joo! 
Up. kmt worse dun death bttaU jnar— 
Dixie: 1861: By Ina Marie Porter, <^ Greenville, Ala. (N. Y. 

"In DixK ODiton lovea to pow 
With ImT of KRCB and bon of tarm,"— 
Dixie Doodle: (Raodolph.) 

"Dine whippni old Yankee Doodle early in tlw ■■waging 
So Yankenlom had heal look out" — 
Dixie the Land of King CoUon: From the Highly Successful 
Musical Operetta "The Vivandiere." Woras by Captain 
Hughes <tf Vicksburg: music by J. H. Hewitt. (R. B. M.) 
"Oh, Dine the land at Kinfc Cotton, 
The Ixxne ol the tiravp and the free," — 
Dixie War Song: By H. S. Stanton, Esq. (L. & L.) 
"Hear ye not the Kiunda of ItatUe 
Sabns dash and musketa rattle?" — 
Dix't Manifesto: Air, "Dearest Mae:" by "B." Baltimore, 
Sept. 11, 1861. (R. B. B. 23.) 

"Once on a time in BatUnxxe 
There reigned a mifthty King." — 
Dodge'8 Police: Air, "Wait for the Waiion." CR. B. B. 24.) 

"Come all ye Southern laaaies 
That joined in our parade," — 

Doffing the Gray: By Lieutenant Falligant of Savanah, Ga. 
(W. G. S.) 

"Off with your gray Miita, hoya — 
Off with your rebel gear" — 
Do They Miu Me in the Trenches! Vickaburg Song. Air, "Do 
niey Mm Me at Home." (Alab.) 

"Do Uwy ndw me in the trencbea, do they nuM me. 
When tlw tih**lii By m> thickly round,"— 

I We Weep For the Hrnx-s That Died for Us? By Father A. 
gyan. (Sunny.) 

"■ ! WHii for Uie lii-Toea who died for oa, 
I, living, w«:r« true and tried for m," — 

I Maryland: Air, 'Tom Bowling:" by B. [This 

^^^^ ity Ia(u«8ting beoauae the poem, vtoai is here of 

liree itanxna, I, 2 ana 3, is to be found in R. B. B. 67, in 

IjiSrd edition • ')andMJto6stania8,l+a+2+b+c+3,8igne(l 

^^'~ " >i. G. Rid^y), dated Baltimore. March 


tvpiiMd, aea hnve Maryland lie 
4 of all Stain"- 

The Soulhern War Poetry of the Civil War 89 

Do Ye Quail? By W. Gilmore Simms. (W. G. S.) 

"Do you quail but to hear, Carolinians, 
The first foot-tramp of Tyranny's minionsP*' — 

Dreaming: By Fanny Downing. (E. V. M. '69.) 

"Locked in deep and tranquil slumber. 
In a charmed trance she lies;'* — 

Dreaming in the Trenches: By William Gordon M'Cabe. Peters- 
burg Trenches, 1864. (C. C.) 

"I picture her there in the quaint old room 

Where the fading fire-light starts and falls,*' — 

A Dream Visit to the Battle-Field of Sharpsburg: By Leola [Mrs. 
Loula W. Rogers, of Ga.] (Amaranth.) 

"Hush'd was the inspiring strain of martial band. 
Which late had waked the slumbering hills to life;" — 

Drinking Song: Air, "We Won't Go Home Till Morning." 
By F. B. (W. F.) 

"I'll teU you just what I think, boys. 
In troubles who wish to be gay," — 

The Drummer Boy: By James R. Brewer. Annapolis, July 28, 
1862. (E. V. M.) 

"All pallid upon his couch he lay, 

As death fast dimmed his eye," — 

The Prummer Boy of Shiloh: (Alsb.) 

*'0n Shiloh's dark and bloody ground the dead and wounded lay. 
Amongst them was a drummer boy that beat the drum that day," — 

During a Snow Storm: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"Mists of beauty fill the air. 
With splendor rare:" — 

Dutch Volunteer: By Harry McCarthy. (1862.) (Fag.) 

"It was in Ni Orlecms city 

I first heard der drums und fife," — 

Duly and Defiance: By Colonel Hamilton Washington. (Alsb.) 

"Raise the thrilling cry, to arms I 
Texas needs us all, TexansI" — 

The Dying Confederate's Last Words: By Maryland. [Note in 
pencil, by L. Katzenberger, Baltimore.] (R. B. B. 23.) 

"Dear Comrades, on my brow the hand of death is cast, 
My breaUi is growing short, all pain will soon be past."—* 

The Dying Mother: By Colonel B. H. Jones. Johnson's Island, 
Ohio, March, 1865. (Sunny.) 

"Where Great Kanawha, 'River of the Woods,' 
Flows tranquilly amid Virginia's hills," — 

The Dying Soldier: (R. B. B. 22.) 

"My noble commander I Uiank God, you have come I 
You know the dear ones who are waiting at home." — 

90 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

The Dying Soldier: By R. R. B. 1861-1862. (C. C. from The 
Southern Field and Fireside.) 

**Lay him down gently where shadows lie still 

And oool, by the side of the bright mountain rill,'* — 

The Dying Soldier: By James A. Mecklin. (S. B. P.) 

"Gather round him where he*s lying. 

Hush your footsteps, whisper low," — 

The Dying Soldier: By PhUuIa. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec. '63.) 

**I am dying, comrade, dying, 
Ebbs the feeble life-tide fast," — 

Dying Soldier Boy: Air, **Maid of Monterey:" by A. B. Cunning- 
ham, of La. (Alsb.) 

"Upon Manassas* bloody plain, a soldier boy lay dying! 
The gentle winds above his form in softest tones were sighing;** — 

The Dying Soldier, or The Moon Rose O'er the Battle-Plain: An 
admired song composed for the pianoforte: published by J. 
W. Davis & Sons, Richmond, Va., 1864. (R. B. M.) 

'*The moon rose o'er the battle-plain 
And smiled from her dark throne,** — 

Dying Words of Stonewall Jackson: (Hubner.) 

*The stars of night contain the glittering Day 
And rain his glory down with sweeter grace,** — 

1861: (E. V. M.) 

**Virginia*s sons are mustering, from every hill and dale. 
The sound of fife and drum is borne upon the rising gale," — 

EigH Years Ago: A Prison Lay: by W. E. Penn, of Tenn. 

**Just eight years ago, I remember the day. 
When all was so happy, so joyous and gay;*' — 

Elegy on Leaving Home: Air, "Good-bye:" by Major Webber, 
2nd Kentucky Cavahy, Morgan's Command. December, 
1862. (W. L.) 

"Farewell I Farewell 1 my fair loved land. 
Where I hoped to live and die;** — 

Ella Nocare: By Dick. (S. L. M., Jan., '64.) 

"Fair Ella Nocare— bright Ella Nocare, 
Was bom of a wealthy sire** — 

The Empty Sleets: By Dr. J. R. Bagby, of Virginia. (W. G. S.) 

"Tom, old fellow, I grieve to see 

The sleeve hanging loose at your side,** — 

Encore et Ton jours ^Maryland: by Constance Gary: (Bohemian.) 

**A plea for Maryland!' 
Outraged old Maryland I" — 

The Soulhern War Poetry of the Civil War 91 

The Enemy Shall Never Reach Your City: Andrew Jackson's 
Address to the people of New Orleans. (W. G. S. from the 
Charleston Mercury.) 

"Never, while such as ye are in Uie breach, 
Oh I broUiers, sons and Southrons, never I never I'* — 

Enfants du Sud: By R. Thomassy: for the Courier. Nouvelle 
Orleans, 2 Janvier, 1861. (R. N. S.) 

"Enfants du Sud, Toutrage et la menace 
Aux nobles coeurs ne laissent plus de choix.*' — 

EnghruTs Neutrality: A Parliamentary Debate, with notes by 
a Confederate Reporter: by John R. Thompson. (S. S.) 

"All ye who with credulity the whispers hear of fancy. 
Or yet pursue with eagerness Hope's wild extravagancy,'* — 

Enigma: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.) 

"My whole forms a part of what means 'no one knows,' 
My second's a name oft given to my foes:" — 

Enlisted Today: (W. G. S.) 

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

The Ensign: An Incident of the Battle of Gettysburg: by Rob- 
ert. Camp 1st La. Regulars, Nicholl's Brigade, Aug. 14, 
1863. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec. '63.) 

"The shrill bugle sounded — down the battle scarred front — 
Rang the music to many an ear," — 

Epistle to the Ladies: By W. E. M., of General Lee's Army. 
(W. L.) 

"Ye Southern maids and ladies fair, 
Of whatso'er degree," — 

Ethnogenesis: Written during the meeting of the 1st Southern 
Congress, at Montgomery, Feb., 1861: by Henry Timrod of 
S. C. (W. G. S.) 

"HaUi not the morning dawned with added light. 
And shall not evening call another star." 

Eulogy of the Dead: By B. F. Porter, of Alabama. (W. G. S.) 

"Oh! weep not for the dead 
Whose blood for freedom shed," — 

Evacuation of Manassas: By Iris. Warrenton, April 5, 1862. 
S. L. M., Sept. and Oct., 1862, under title of Rear Guard of 
Army. (E. V. M.) 

*^The hills were touched with sunset tints, and the sky was painted, too, 
When the rear guard of the army came marching into view," — 

Exchanged! By Major George McKnight ("Asa Hartz"), 

"From his dim prison house by Lake Erie's bleak shore, 
He is borne to his last resting place;" — 

92 The Soulhem War Poetry of the Civil War 

The Exiled Soldiers* Adieu to Maryland: By I. Camp near 
Manassas, July 5, 1861: printed in the C. S. \rmy. (R. 
B. B. 79.) 

'*Adieu my hornet Adieu dear Maryland! 

For honor calls me now away from thee.*' — 

The Exodus: II Kings, vii, 6, 7, 15 and Joel ii, 20: by Old 
Soldier. (R. B. B. 25.) 

**0 bright eyed maidens of the South, your happy voioes raise. 
And make your timbrels ring with sounds of triumphs and praise,'* — 

The Expected Texas Invasion: The Bloody Twentieth, Galveston, 
Tex., March 22, 1865. (Alsb.) 

"What right have the Northmen our homes to invade — 
Gould the scions of freemen admitP" — 

Fable or History: (Victor Hugo) by Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke 

of N. C] (S. L. M.) 

"A hungry Ape one summer's day 
Did idly through a forest stray," — 

The Fair and the Brave: Flag Presentation to the "Jackson Hor- 
nets" by Eleven Young Ladies at Bellefonte, Ala. Written 
by a Tennessee poetess. (P. &. P. B. from the Charleston 

"First to rise against oppression 
In this glorious Southern band;" — 

The FaUh of The South: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

**God is the weak man's arm. 
We cannot feel despair;" — 

The Fall of Sumter, April, 1861: By A. L. D. of Raleigh, N. C. 
(E. V. M.) 

'* 'Twas in the early morning, all Charleston lay asleep, 

While yet the purple darkness was resting on the deep." — 

Farewell: By F. B., Clinton, June 3, 1863. (W. F.) 

*TarewelII Stem duty calls me fast 
'Gainst the foe," — 

Farewell, Forever, the Star Spangled Banner: By Mrs. E. D. 
Hundley, May 14, 1862. (C. S. B.) 

**Let tyrants and slaves submissively tremble, 
And bow down their necks 'neath the 'Juggernaut' car," — 

Farewell to Brother Johnathan: By Caroline. (R. R.) 

"Farewell! we must part: we have turned from the land." — 

Farewell to Johnson's Island: By Major Greorge McKnight 
(Asa Hartz). (Sunny.) 

"I leave thy shore, O hated Isle, 

Where misery marked my days;" — 

The SovUhem War Poetry of the Civil War 93 

A Faretoell to Pope: By John R. Thompson, of Virginia. (W. 

G. S.) 

" 'Hats off' in Uie crowd, 'Present arms* in the line, 
Let Uie standards all bow, and the sabres incline" — 

Fast and Pray: "I appoint Friday, Nov. 15th, a day of general 
fasting and prayer," Jefferson Davis. (Bohemian.) 

"Soldier, on the whitened field. 
Resting on thy burnished shield,** — 

Fast Day, Nov. 1861: By Miss R. Powell of Virginia. (E. V. M.) 

"Hark to the silvery chiming 
That stirs the quiet air," — 

The Fate of the Republic: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mer- 

"Thus, the grand fabric of a thousand years — 
Reared with such art and wisdom by a race,** — 

The Federal Vandals: Micah iy, 13 : by Senex. (Note by author: 
The writer has taken the liiserty to vary and to apply to our 
Northern foes part of an original poem in MSS. written by 
himself.) (R. R. and under the title of // is I! R. B. B.) 

"They come, they come, — a motley crew 
For rapine, rape and plunder met;" — 

The Federal Vendue: Abraham Auctionarius Loquitur. (R. 
B. B. 27). 

"And going — going I Step up, friends, 
I've lots of lumber here to sell" — 

Few Days: (Alsb.) 

"Our country now is great and free, few days, few days; 
And thus shall it ever be, we know the way;" — 

Fiat JustUia: Dedicated to the Maryland Prisoners at Fort 
Warren: by a Lady of Baltimore, H. Rebel. (E. V. M., 
under title of God Will Repay R. B. B.) 

"There is no day however darkly clouded 
But hath a brighter sun," — 

Field of Glory: By J. H. Hewitt. 

'*When upon the field of glory 
•Mid the battle cry"— 

The Field of Williamsburg: To Eugene: by C. C. (S. L. M., 
Aug. '63.) 

"Back to the field, whence yestere'en 
The Vandal Horde were flying seen," — 

The Fiend Unbound: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.) 

"No more with glad and happy cheer 

And smiling .face, doth Christmas come" — 

94 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Fight On! Fight Ever! By Dr. D. M. Norfolk City JaU, Sept 
7, 1863. (C. C.) 

**Still wave the stars and bars 

0*er Sumter's battered walls;" — 

The Fire of Freedom: (W. G. S.) 

*The holy fire that nerved the Greek 
To make his stand at Marathon." — 

First Love: By Colonel Wm. S. Hawkins. Johnson's Island, 
Ohio, Jan., 1865. (Sunny.) 

'*In the blithesome days of boyhood. 
In the unforgotten past; 

Fishing in Troubled WcUers: (R. B. B. 87.) 

*'In a dingy room of a mansion old, a solenm *oomicil* met. 
To discuss the many dangers, with which they were beseL'* 

The Flag: (R. B. B. 77.) 

"The Stars and Stripes I is that the flag the Northern army waves. 
To make ignoble races free and noble nations slavesP*' — 

The Flag of Secession: Air, "The Star Spangled Banner:*' [by 
Frederick PinkneyP] (R. B. B. 27.) 

"Oh say can't you see by the dawn's early light 
What you yesterday held to be vaunting and dreaming,** — 

Flag of Our Country: By a Lady of Winchester. (Broadside 
in possession of Editor.) 

**Flag of our country, we're weeping for thee, 
Dimm'd are the stars round the Palmetto tree** — 

Flag of the Free Eleven: (Randolph.) 

'*Over land and sea let it kiss the breeze. 
For Uie smile of approving Heaven'* — 

The Flag of the Lone Star: By Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke of 

N. C] (E. V, M.) 

'^Hurrah for the Lone Star I 
Up, up to the mast,*' — 

The Flag of the South: For the Evening Star: suggested by the 
raising of the flag in Kansas City : by Charles P. Lenox. (R. 
B. B. 261^.) 

*'Let the flag of the South be thrown to the breeze, 
Over land, over sea, let her float at her ease." — 

Flag of the South: For the Evening Star: by J. H., Baltimore, 
Md. (R. B. B. 263^.) 

' *0h flag of the South, in the hues of thy splendor 

The emblems of right and of triumph we see." — 

Flag of the Southland: Air, "I'm Afloat:" by Major E. W. Cave, 
of Houston: (Alsb.) 

'*Flag of the Southland! Flag of the freel 
Ere thy sons will be slaves they will perish with thee I" — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 95 

Flag of Truce: By Jay W. Bee, P. A. C. S., 2nd Kentucky Cav- 
ahy, Morgan's Command. Johnson's Island, Ohio, July, 
1864. (W. L.) 

**Thou beautiful emblem of Peace — 

White sail upon war's bloody seas." — 

Flight of Doodles: (B. B.) 

'*I come from old Manassas, with a pocket full of fun — 
I killed forty Yankees with a single-barrelled gun*' — 

The Foe at the Gates: Charleston: by John Dickson Bruns, M. D. 
^ (W. G. S.) 

'*Ring round her! children of her glorious skies 
Whom she hath nursed to stature proud and great," — 

Fold It Up Carefully: A reply to the lines entitled "The Conquer- 
ed Banner:" by Sir Henry Houghton, Bart, of England, 
Oct., 1865. (The following, written in England, comes to 
us from a friend in Virginia, who says it was sent by the 
author to a gentleman in that state, and that it has not yet 
appeared in print.) (E. V. M.) 

^'Gallant nation, foiled by numbers. 

Say not that your hopes are fled;" — 

Follow! Boys, Follow! By Millie Mayfield. (B. B.) 

"Follow, brave boys, follow I 

Tis the roll-call of the drum,"— 

For Bales: Air, "Johnny Fill up the Bowl." (Fag.) 

**We all went down to New Orleans, 
For Bales, for Bales;—" 

For Punch: (Bohemian from the Southern Literary Messenger.) 

"For fifty years the world has rung 
With nothing strange or new, sir," — 

Forget? Never! By Mrs. C. A. BaU. (E. V. M.) 

""Can the moUier forget the child of her love, 
Who was in her tenderest Jheartstrings woven," — 

Fort Donelson Falls: Written in great agony, 3 p. m., Feb. 17, 
[1862?]: by Kentucky. (S. O. S.) 

"Demons, hark I those cannon booming; 
DeaUi howls over liberty," — 

Fort Donelson: The Siege: Feb., 1862: by Mrs. C. A. Warfield. 
(E. V. M.) 

"I cannot look on the sunshine 

That breaks thro* the clouds today" — 

Fort Moultrie: For the Courier: by Carolina. Jan, 1861. (B. 

N. S.) 

"Long the pride of Carolina, 
Qierished in our *heart of hearts,' " — 

96 The Soulhem War Poetry of the Civil War 

Forts Morris and MouUrie: (Bohemian.) 

'*Hark, the wind-storm how it rushes! 
List I roethinks I hear the strain'* — 

Fort Sumter: (R. R. from the Charleston Mercury.) 

"It was a noble Roman 
In Rome's imperial day," — 

Fort Sumter: By H. (Bohemian from the New Orleans Delia.) 

"Ask the Fort — ^let Peace prevail. 

Claim the Fort — but yet forbear" — 

Fort Sumter: [By C. B. Northrup.] (Outcast.) 

**Up through the water, towering high," — 

Fort Sumter: A Southern Song. Air, "Dearest May:" by Dr. 
Barnstable, B. C. H. G. (R. B. B. 26.) 

"Come now and gather round me, 
A story I'll relate,"— 

Fort Wagner: By W. Gilmore Simms. (W. G. S. from the Char- 
leston Mercury.) 

"Glory unto the gallant hoys who stood 
At Wagner, and unflinching, sought the van," — 

The U7lh Va. Regiment: At the Battle of Frazier's Farm, June 
30, 1862: by &. D. D. (S. L. M., March, 1863.) 

'* Virginians I let the foe now feel 

What vengeance ours may be;" — 

The Four Brothers: By Lieutenant E. C. McCarthy. (Sunny.) 

"In sadness, in sorrow, a soldier wept. 
O'er the form so cold and chill," — 

A Fragment: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.) 

**Why needat thou go away from me, my loveP 
Thou wilt not fight for home or lands, but wilt," — 

A Fragment, Cabinet Council: From the Charleston Mercury. 
(P. & P. B.) 

"Give me another Scotch cap; wrap me in a military cloak, 
Have mercy, Jeff. Davis I Soft — I did but dream I" 

Freedom's Call: Air, **God Save the South." Baltimore, June 
1, 1862. (R. B. B. 28.) 

**Southrons, to arms I 
Justice with flaming sword," — 

Freedom's Muster Drum: By John H. Hewitt. (Lee.) 

'*When Freedom from her dazzling home 

Looked down upon the breathing world," — 

Freedom's New Banner: By Dan E. Townsend. June 30, 1862. 
(Fag. from the Bichmond Dispatch.) 

"When clouds of apprehension o'ershaded 
The banner that Liberty bore," — 

The Soulhem War Poetry of the Civil War 97 

From the Rapidan, iS&i: (W. G, S.) 

"A low wind in Uie {unesl 
And a dull pain in the breast!'* — 

From the South to the North: By C. L. S. (R. R.) 

**There is no union when the hearts 

That once were bound together," — 

The Frontier Ranger: By M. B. Smith, 2nd Texas. (Alsb.) 

"Come list to a Ranger, you kind-hearted stranger. 
A song, tho* a sad one, you are welcome to hear," — 

The Funeral Dirge of Stonewall Jackson: By Rosa Vertner Jeflfrey, 
May 20, 1863. (E. V. M.) 

"Muffled drum and solemn bugle, 
Sound a dirge as on ye move," — 

Funeral of Albert Sidney Johnslon: (Fag.) 

*'He fell, and they cried, bring us home our deadt 
We'll bury him here where the prairies spread," — 

The Gallant Colonel: (R. B. B. 32.) 

'There lived a man in Brooklin town 
An Abolition teacher" — 

GaUant Second Texans: Air, "Maid of Monterey:" by M. B. 
Smith, Company C, 2nd Texas: (Alsb.) 

''The gallant Second Texians are men Uiat we hold dear. 
Thro* out our loved Confederacy their praises you wiU hear," — 

Gather! Gather! By Robert Joselyn. (Bohemian.) 

"GaUier around your country's flag. 

Men of the South I the hour has come," — 

The Gathering of the Southern Volunteers: Air, "La Marseillaise," 
(S. L- M., June, 1861.) 

"Sons of the SouUiI behold the morning 
Godrlike ascends his golden car," — 

Gay and Happy: Camp Song of the Maryland Line as Sung by 
the Baltimore Boys in Richmond. Air, "Gay and Happy." 
(C. S. B.) 

"We're the boys so gay and happy 
Wheresoe'er we chance to be" — 

Gendron Palmer, of the Hokombe Legion: By Ina M. Porter of 
Alabama. (W. G. S.) 

"He sleeps upon Virginia's strand 

While comrades of the Legion stand," — 

General Albert Sidney Johnston: By Mary Jervey, of Charleston, 
(W. G. S.) 

"In the thickest fight triumphantly he fell 

While into Victory's arms he led us on;" — 

General Beauregard: (R. B. B. 9.) 

"When war clouds gathered about our land 
And out of the North came a hostile band," — 

98 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

General Butler: Air, "Yankee Doodle." (R. B. B. 12.) 

"Butler and I went out from camp 
At Bethel to make battle,*'— 

General Hood's Last Charge: By Mary Hunt McCaleb. (Im.) 

"The twilight of death is beginning to fall. 
Death's shadows are creeping high upon the wall/* — 

A General Invitation: By I. R. (S. S.) 

"Come! leave the noisy Longs treet. 
Fly to the Fields with me;"— 

General Jackson in the Valley of the Shenandoah: Air, "Dandy 
Jim:" by Kentucky. (S. O. S.) 

"The clouds were heavy o*er our land. 
And darkest o'er the brave true band** — 

General J. E. B. Stuart: By John R. Thompson. (E, V. M.) 

"We could not pause, while yet the noontide air 
Shook with the cannonade's incessant pealing,'* — 

General Jeff Davis: Air, "Kelvin Grove:" (West. Res.) 

"Who is this with noble mein 
Southern hearties, 01" — 

General John B. Floyd: By Eulalie. Woodlawn, Va., April, 
1866. (E. V. M.) 

"The noble hero calmly sleeps 

Unheeding all life's surging woes,** — 

General -Johnston: Air, "American Stctf." (R. B. B. 50.) 

"Behold the brave son of the Good 'Old Dominion* 
The Yankees for niggers, but Johnston for me** — 

General Lee: Air, **0h. Carry Me Back to Old Virginny." (R. 
B. B. 60.) 

"There is a man in Old Virginny 
His name is General Lee,*' — 

General Lee: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.) 

"I*ve tried to write of General Lee, 
But always stop, to bend my knee" — 

General Lee At the Battle of the Wilderness: By Tenella. [Mrs. 
M. B. Clarke of N. C. (E. V. M.) 

"There he stood, the grand old hero, great Virginia's god-like son 
Second unto none in glory: equal to her Washington.** — 

General Price's Appeal: (Alsb.) 

"Dome from the Western fountains, 

Come from the plains so wild and rough,** — 

General Robert E. Lee: By Tenella: [Mrs. R. B. Clark of N. C] 

(E. V. M.) 

"As went the knight with sword and shield 
To tourney or to battle field," — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 99 

General Tom Green: By Mrs. Wm. Barnes, of Galveston. (Alsb.) 

"A warrior has falleni a chieftain has gonel 
A hero of heroes has sunk to his rest!*' — 

Georgia, My Georgia!: By Carrie B. Sinclair. (W. G. S.) 

"Hark I *tis the cannon's deafening roar, 
That sounds along thy sunny shore," — 

A Georgia Volunteer: Written by Mrs. Townshend at the ne- 
glected grave of one who was a member of the 12th Georgia, 
a regiment whose gallantry was conspicuous on every field 
where its colors waved, and which won praise for peculiar 
daring, even among the *foot-cavalry'* of Jackson: by Xar- 
iffa. (C. C.) 

*'Far up the lonely mountain-^de 

My wandering footsteps led;" — 

Gettysburg: By Edward L. Walker, M. D., of North Carolina. 

*Trom the hills of the West to the shores of Uie sea, 
From the yellow Roanoke to the distant Pedee," — 

The Girl I Left Behind Me: (Alsb.) 

"I'm lonesome since I crossed the hills and o*er the moor that's sedgy 
WiUi heavy thoughts my mind is filled, since parted I with Peggy." — 

The Girls of the Monumental City: Written by a Confederate 
Prisoner. Baltimore, Md., March, 1862. (S. B. P.) 

"Daughters of the sunny South 

Where Freedom loves to dwell," — 

Give Them Bread! By G. L. R. (E. V. M.) 

"Have you heard the calls for succor. 
Cries of hunger that have come," — 

Give Up! By Colonel B. H. Jones. Johnson's Island, 1865. 


"Give up and plead, 'twas the fiat of fate 

That the blood which now reddens your veins," — 

Glen Roy: Sonnet: By F. B. Gloucester Co., Va., Sept. 1861. 

(W. F.) 

"It is a curious world, this world of ours, 
Time but creates in order to destroy," — 

Glorious January f , 1863: Air, "Oaks of James Davis:" by M 
B. Smith, Company C, 2nd Regiment Texas Volunteers. 

"Come, all ye brave Texians, come join in my song 
Let joy and thanksgiving and praises abound," — 

God and Our Rights: (Randolph.) 

'*God and our Right, from every glen. 
Come marching ranks of fearless men," — 

100 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

God Be Our Trust: Air, "Heaven Is Our Home: let not our 
courage faU." (R. B. B. 37.) 

**God save our Southern land, God be our tnut. 
Storms rage on every hand, God be our trust,** — 

God Bless Our Land: Anthem of the Confederate States: by 
E. Young, Lexington, Ga. (Bohemian from the Southern 
Field and Fireside.) 

"Oh God I our only King, 

To Thee our hearts we bring;** — 

God Bless Our President: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"God bless our President, 

The hope of the Freel**— 

God Bless Our Southern Land: Air, "God Save the Queen." 
Respectfully inscribed to Major General J. B. Magruder, and 
sung on the occasion of his public reception in the dty of 
Houston, Texas, Jan. 20, 1863. (C. S. B.) 

"God bless our Southern land, 
God save our sea-girt land," — 

God Bless the South: Air, "God Speed the Right." (R. B. B. 32.) 

"Now to heaven one prayer ascending, 
God bless the South'*— 

God Help Kentucky: An Anthem: (R. B. B. 52.) 

"Lord from Thy heavenly throne 
Thy holy will be done;** — 

God Save the South: (R. R.) 

"God bless our Southern land I 
Guard our beloved land I*' — 

God Save the South: By R. S. Agnew of Newfem. December, 
1861. (E. V. M.) 

"Wake every minstrel's strain. 

Ring o'er each Southern plain,** — 

God Save the South: National Hymn: By George H. Miles of 
Frederick, Md. : music by C. W. A. ElUerbock, permission of 
A. E. Blackmar. [Note: This was the first song published 
in the South during the War.] S. L. M ., Oct., 1863, from the 
Charleston Mercury. (C. S. B.) 

"God save the South, 

Her altars and firesides*' — 

God Save the Southern Land: A Hymn. By S. Francis Cameron, 
of Md.: (Amaranth.) 

"Oh, let the cry awaken. 
From every hero-band'* — 

Going Home: By M. L. M. (W. L.) 

"No flaunting banners o'er them wave. 
No arms flash back the sun*s bright ray," — 

The Southern War Poetry of the CivU War 101 

Gone to the Battlefield: By John Antrobus, Headquarters Ninth 
Va. Regunent Volunteers. (C. C.) 

*The reaper has left the field. 
The mower has left the plain/' — 

Goober Peas: By A. Pender. [One of the most mdely known 
Confederate songs.] (Im.) 

"Sitting by the roadside, on a summer day. 
Chatting with my messmates, passing time away;*' — 

Good News From Dixie: (R. B. B. 34.) 

"How the South's great heart rejoices 
At your cannon's ringing voices," — 

The Good Old Cause: By John D. Phelan, of Montgomery, Ala. 
(W. G. S.) 

"Huzza I Huzza! for the 'Good Old Cause,' 
'Tis a stirring sound to hear." — 

Governor Hicks: Air, "Money Musk." (R. B. B. 65.) 

"Mister Hicks, full of tricks. 

Now prying, next time trying,"— 

Grant's Litany Changed to SuU My Feelings: Au", "Spanish Hymn" 
by Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"Saviour, when in dust to Thee, 
Low we bow adoring knee," — 

Grave of A. Sidney Johnston: By J. B. Synnott. (W. G. S.) 

"The Lone Star State secretes the clay 
Of him who led on Shik>h's field,"— 

The Grave of Ashby: By Old Fogy. (Amaranth.) 

"Rest, soldier, rest I thy sword hath won 
A fadeless wreath of glory:" — 

Grave of Washington: (Cav.) 

"Disturb not his slumbers, let Washington sleep 
'Neath the boughs of the willow that over him weep," — 

Graves for the Invaders: A Fragment. Savannah, Ga., 1863. 
(R. B. B. 35.) 

"Graves for the invaders — graves 

Scoop'd from the reeking sod" — 

Graves of Our Home-Heroes: By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. March 
31, 1865. (Corinth). 

"Behold! they sleep. 
Our own defenders bold, who lately stood" — 

Great Big Bethel Fight: Awful Calamity! Air, "Dixie." (R. 
B. B. 35.) 

"I'll tell you of a tale that lately befell 
And the place where it happened was big Bethel," — 

102 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Great Cry and Little Wool or the leading Republicans described 
in verse: By Barnstable. Baltimore, July 2, 1861. (R. 
B. B. 34J^.) 

**0 dearest Muse, thy help I ask. 
Though mine is but a scurvy task" — 

The Great Fast Day in the South: June 13th: by B. Orange 
county. (S. L. M. August, '61.) 

*Troii] yonder high embattled grounds 
Where Harper's Ferry stands,'* — 

Greek Fire: or. The Siege of Charleston: By Eustanzia. New 
Orleans, Oct., 1863. (Wash'n 78.) 

**HarkI the battle! harki the battlel 
Hark I the deadly cannons' rattle" — 

Greeting for Victory: For the Courier: by C. G. P. Charleston, 
April 17, 1861. (R. N. S.) 

**Carolinians, ye have answered 
To our Mother's thrilling call," 

The Griffin: (Alsb.) 

**'Tis said the GrifGns of olden time 
Were strange and monstrous creatures," — 

Guerrilla: Verses circulated among the scouting parties of rebel 
partisan horse in the Shenandoah Valley, in the summer of 
1864. (E. V. M. '69 from the New York Round Table.) 

*'Who hither rides so hardP A Scout — 
Just after the midnight he stole out," — 

The Guerrilla Martyrs: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.) 

**Aye, to the doom — the scaffold and the chain. 
To all your cruel tortures, bear them on," 

The Guerrillas: [It may add something to the interest with which 
these stirring lines are read, to know that they were composed 
within the walls of a Yankee Bastile. They reached us in 
Mss. through the courtesy of a returned prisoner." — Rich- 
mond Examiner,] By S. Teackle Wallis. Fort Lafayette, 
1862. S. L. M., July and Aug., 1862, dated Fort Warren 
Dungeon, 1862. (S. S.) 

** Awake and to horses I my brothers, 
For the dawn is glimmering gray,"— 

Ha! Ha! The Fighting, Ha! Air, "Hal Hal the wooing, 
ha I" by Kentucky: sung after the battle of Richmond, 
Ky. (S. 0. S.) 

**Kirby Smith came here to fight I 
Hal ha I the fighting I ha!"— 

Happy Land of Canaan: (J. M. S.) 

**I sing you a song, and it won't detain me long 
All about the times we are gaining;" — 

The Southern War Poetry oj the Civil War 103 

Happy Land of Canaan: A Texas Song. (Randolph.) 

**0h, the Bayou City Guards, they will never ask for odds 
When the Yankees in a close place get them, ha I ha I" — 

Hardee's Defence of Savannah: A Southern Ballad of the War. 
(R. B. B. 40.) 

"Have you heard of the brave Hardee 
The famous General Hardee?" — 

Hard Times: By M. B. Smith, Company C, 2nd Regiment, 
Texas Volunteers. August 13, 1862. (Alsb.) 

"Just listen awhile and give ear to my song 
Concerning this war, which will not take me long;" — 

Hark! The Summons: By B. Baltimore, Oct. 9, 1861. (R. 

B. B. 41.) 

"Hark! in the South the thundering dram. 
The gathering myriads ceaseless hum" — 

Hark! Hark! The War Bugle: Air, "Hark I Hark! the Soft 
Bugle:" (Randolph.) 

"Hark I hark I the war bugle, the fife and the drum, 
Wake the hearts of the noble and brave:" — 

Harp of the South: A Sonnet: by Cora. (R. R.) 

"Harp of the South, awake! a loftier strain 
Than ever yet thy tuneful strings has stirred," — 

Harp of the South, Atoake! A Southern war song dedicated to 
Captain Bradley T. Johnson, now in service in Virginia: by 
J. M. Kilgour, Frederick, Md., April 10, 1861. Music by 

C. L. Peticolas: published by George Dunn, Richmond, Va., 
1863. S. L. M. Editor's Table, June, 1861. (R. B. M.) 

"Harp of the South awake 
From every golden wire," — 

Headquarters in the Saddle: (Mr. Samuel's Scrapbook, Ridgway.) 

"Pope his 'headquarters in the saddle* places 

Where other mortals their hindquarters plant, sir:" — 

Hearing Cannon: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"I feel as though in my own coffin laid, 
Listening to the last office that is paid,'* — 

The Heart of Louisiana: By Harriet Stanton. (R. R. from the 
New Orleans Delta.) 

"Oh let me weep while o*er our land 

VUe discord strides, with sullen brow," — 

Heart Victories: By a Soldier's Wife. Front Royal, Virginia, 
Oct. 30, 1861. S. L. M., Editor's Table, Jan., 1862. (E. 
V. M.) 

"There's not a stately hall. 
There's not a cottage fair,** — 

104 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

He'll See It When He Wakes: By Frank Lee. (Im.) 

"Amid the clouds of battle smoke 
The sun had died away," — 

Here and There, A Contrast: (E. V. M. from The Sunny South.) 

''There's clashing of arms in the Sunny South, 
There's hurrying to and fro," — 

Here's Your Mule: (Abb.) 

"A farmer came to camp one day, with milk and eggs to sell. 
Upon a mule who oft would stray to wh«^ no one could tell," — 

A Hero's Daughter: (M. C. L.) by Mrs. M. J. Preston. (Beech- 

"She boasts no Amazonian charms, 

Minerva's helmet never crowned her." — 

The Heroe's Dream: Brigadier General J. H. Morgan at Larmen- 
esburg: by Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"Weary from his lohg toil 
To free his native land," — 

The Hero Without A Name: By Colonel W. S. Hawkins, C. S- 
A., Prisoner of War, Camp Chase, Oct., 1864. (E. V. M., 
also S. S. No. 7.) 

**I loved when a child, to seek the page 
Where war's proud tales are grandly told," — 

Hicksie: (Parody on "Dixie".) (R. B. B. 66.) 

'*Ets a mighty bad way dey's got ole Hicks in 
'Case things won't stay de how he's fixin' ' — 

His Last Words: (W. G. S.) 

"Come let us cross the river and rest beneath the trees. 
And list the merry leaflets at sport with every breeze;" — 

Holly and Cypress: By Mrs. Fanny Downing. (Amaranth.) 

"Merry old Christmas has come again. 
With plenty of pleasure, — ^naught of pain;" — 

Home: Dedicated to a Young Woman of Petersburg, Va. Com- 
posed by a Confederate Soldier, July 26, 1864. (C. C.) 

"What is the sound of sweetness that thrills the wondrous breast 
And brings with magic fleetness fond thoughts of peace and restP" — 

Home— After the War: By M. E. H. Baltimore. (E. V. M.) 

"In the grassy lane as the sun went down. 
He slackened his fevered and weary feet," — 

Home Again! By Lieutenant Howard. (Sunny.) 

"Home again I Home again I 

From Lake Erie's shore;" — 

Home Again: Written in Prison by JeflF. Thompson: (E. V. M.) 

"My dear wife awaits my coming. 
My children lisp my name," — 

The Southern War Poetry of the CivU War 105 

Homespun: (Bohemian.) 

'The air is balmy with the breath 
Of the early coming Spring/' — 

The Homespun Dress: Air, "Bonnie Blue Flag:" by Carrie Bell 
Sinclair. (C. S. B.) 

'*0h, yes I am a Southon girl 
And glory in the name,*' — 

Hood's Old Brigade "On the March:'' By Miss MoUie E. Moore. 

*' Twas midnight when we built our fires — 
We marched at half-past threel" — 

Hood^s Texas Brigade: (Alsb.) 

**Down by the vaUey 'mid thunder and lightning, 
Down by the vaUey 'mid shadows of night," — 

Horse-Marines at Galveston: Air, "The Barring of the Door." 


"It was on a New Year's mom so soon. 
Before the break of day, O," — 

The Hour Before Execution: By Miss Maria E. Jones. (Alsb.). 

"Hark I the dock strikes I All, aU that now remains 
Is one short hour of this fast fleeting life," — 

How McCleUan Took Manassas: By Ole Napoleon. (West. 


"Heard ye how the bold McClellan, 
(He, the wether with the bell on,)" — 

How the Soldiers Talk: By Joseph Scnitchen, of Atlanta, Ga. 


"We have heard the Yankees yell. 

We have heard the Rebels shout," — 

Hurrah! ^ The first camp song: by S. B. K. of Mississippi. In- 
vincibles, Mobile, March 31, 1861. (R. N. S. from the Mo- 
bile Register,) 

"Hurrah for the Southern Confederate StatesI 

With her banner of white, red and blue;" — 

Hurrah for Jeff Davis: Air, "Gmn Tree Canoe." (R. B. B. 22.) 

"Our country now calls, we're up and away 

To meet the vile Yankee in battle array" — 

Hurrah for Jeff Davis: Air, "Hurrah for the Bonnets of Blue:" 
by a Lady Rebel. (R. B. B.) 

"Hurrah for Jeff Davis, hurrah 

And hurrah for brave Beauregard, too:" — 

Hurrah for the Red and White: a Prophecy for 1865: Air, "Oh, 
whistle and I'll come to you, my lad:" by Kentucky. (S. 
0. S.) 

"Hurrah for the Red and White, boys, hurrah I 

Kentucky has leaped, boys, right into the war." — 

106 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Hurrah for the South! Hurrah!: Paraphrased by G. W. Hopkins. 
(Wash'n 86.) 

"Hurrah for the South, 'tis joy to see, 
Far in the misty dawn," — 

Hurrah^ My Brave Boys: (Randolph.) 

"Come, Southrons, and bare to the glorious strife. 
Your hearts without heaving a sigh;** — 

Hurrying On: Written in New Orleans, Oct. 23, 1861. (C. C. 
from the Charleston Mercury also R. B. B. No. 3.) 

"Hurrying on the midst of excitement 

Pushing extravagant projects through*' — 

Hymn for the South: To the Lone Star of Carolina: by Preston 
Davis Sill. Music composed by Mr. A. Ko^per, to be pub- 
lished as soon as circumstances permit: Columbia, S. C. 
(R. N. S.) 

"Tho' lone, how fair, how bright 

Thou shimmer'dst first, O Star I" — 

Hymn to the Dawn: By A. J. Requier. (Amaranth.) 

"From an ominous rift in the pitiless sky 

That has darkened our desolate land," — 

Hymn to the National Flag: By Mrs. M. J. Preston. (E. V. M.) 

"Float aloft, thou stainless banner. 
Azure cross and field of light," — 

/ Am Coming, Ella: By Adjutant John N. Shuerter. (Sunny.) 

"I am coming, EUa, coming. 

Though the moment still be far:" — 

/ Am Sick, Don't Draft Me, I Have Got a Doctor's Certificate: Air, 
"The Girl I Left Behind Me." (West. Res.) 

"Of the Danger of exposure to a draft, we often read. 
That it generates disorders which are very bad, indeed:" — 

/ Am Not Sick, I Am Over Forty-Fir^e, I Will Make My Wife Slay 
At Home And Give the Baby Catnip Tea: Air, "I Wbh My 
Wife Had No Crying Baby." (West. Res.) 

"I'm exempt, I'm exempt, I vow and desire, 
I'm exempt, I'm exempt, from the draft I will swear," — 

The Icy Road to NibleCs Bluff: Air, "Shiloh Hill:" by J. C. H., 
Company H, 4th Texas Cavalry. (Alsb.) 

"Come, aU you valiant Home Guard, a story I wiU tell, 
'Tis of a noted journey we all remember well;" — 

// a Soldier Meet a Soldier: Air, "Coming Through the Rye" 
by General M. Jeff. Thompson. (Sunny.) 

"If a soldier meets a soldier, 'mid the battles' din. 
And the soldier kills the soldier, — surely 'Us no sin;" — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 107 

// You Belong to Dixie's Land: Air, "Gideon's Band." (R. B. 
B. 42.) 

"To bring you this good news I've come 
You'll always find yourself at home," — 

// You Love Me: By J. Augustine Signaigo. (W. G. S.) 

"You have told me that you love me, 
That you worship at my shrine," — 

Ignivomus Cotton's Letters to His Relatives in Kentucky: III, He 
Glorifieth Cotton. For the Louis>'ille Journal. Charleston, 
S. C, Jan. 1862. (R. N. S.) 

"Dear Uncle: I'm certain you never have thought on 
The omnipotent greatness and glory of cotton:" — 

Vm Conscripted^ Smith, Conscripted: By Albert Roberts of Nash- 
ville, Tenn. (Hubner.) 

"I'm conscripted. Smith, conscripted I 
Ebb the subterfuges fast" — 

Fm Going Home to Dixie: (Alsb.) 

"There is a land where cotton grows, 
A land where milk and honey flows" — 

Imogen: By Major General J. B. Magruder. (C. S. B.) 

"Awake, dearest, awake I 'tis thy lover who caUs, Imogen; 
list I dearest! list I the dew gently falls, Imogen;" — 

Impromptu: By Dr. Barnstable, B. C. H. G. (R. B. B. 42.) 

"The South, the South, the glorious South, 
Now calls forth all her men," — 

Fm Thinking of the Soldier: By Mary E. Smith, of Austin. (Alsb.) 

"O, I'm thinking of the soldier as the evening shadows fall. 
As the twilight fairy sketches her sad pictures on the wall;" — 

Independence Day: (E. V. M.) 

"Oh I Freedom is a blessed thingi 
And men have marched in stricken fields," — 

Independence Hymn: By A. J. Requier. (Bohemian.) 

"True sons of the South, from whose militant sires 
The still-crested charter of liberty sprung," — 

In Divina Catena: (E. V. M. '69.) 

"Chain the eagle and veil his eyes I 
Torture him dumb and dim I" — 

In Death United: By G. A. M. Richmond, Va., 1861. (S. L. 
M., Jan. '62.) 

"Surely in life's final moments 

Ere the spirit takes its flight," — 

108 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Information Wanted: Of my son . He was known to 

be engaged in last s fight and cannot now be found. 

Was a private in Company — , R^imept, Volun- 
teers. Any tidings of him will be gratenilly received by his 
anxious faUier at House. (E. V. M.) 

"Oh I strange, can you tell me where. 

Where is my boy — ^my brave bright boy I" — 

In His Blanket on the Ground: By Caroline Howard Gervais, of 
Charleston. (Bohemian.) 

"Weary, weary lies the soldier 

In his blanket on the ground,*' — 

In Hollywood— A Slumber Song: By GiUie Cary. (C. S. B.) 

**0 ye starry night dues 
With your thousand bright eyes,'* — 

In Memoriam Aeterncun — My Brother: By Colonel B. H. Jones. 
Johnson's Island, July 8th, 1865. (Sunny.) 

"When first the clarion blast of dvil war 
Broke on the stillness of the mountain height;" — 

In Memoriam of Colonel Benjamin F. Terry: Inscribed to Gen- 
eral William J. Kyle: by W. M. Gillelapd. Austin, Jan. 4, 
1862. (Alsb.) 

"The war steed is champing his bit with disdain. 
And wild is the flash of his eye," — 

In Memoriam, Our Right Reverend Father in God, Leonidas Polk: 
by Fanny Downing. (Amaranth.) 

"Peace, troubled soul! The strife is done. 
This life's fierce conflicts and its woes are ended;'* — 

In Memory of Ashby: By Iris. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec., '63.) 

"Weep, women of the VaUey — weep, Virginia women, weep. 
Hoi warriors of the Southland, let not your vengeance sleep." — 

In Memory of Captain James Earwood: By Robin Reid. Clarks- 
ville, Ark. (Im.) 

"In a quiet vaUey in Arkansas 

You may find that lonely grave," — 

Inscribed to the Memory of Captain Courtland Prentice {Morgan's 
Cavalry): By Kentucky. Sept. 27, 1862. (S. O. S.) 

"O noble spirit I not in vain 
Thy long three hours of direst pain I" — 

In the Dark: By Isa Craig, of England. (E. V. M. '69.) 

"He is down! He is struck in the dark 
By command of his own;" — 

In the Fortress by the Sea: A fragment by W. E. Cameron. (C. 


"Silence, Oh mocking sea 
Hush thy tone, for it angers me;" — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 109 

In the Land Where We Were Dreaming: By Daniel B. Lucas, of 
Jefferson County, Va. (C. C.) 

"Fair were our visions I Oh I they were as grand 
As ever floated out of Fancy Land:'* — 

In the Soldiers' Grave-Yard: By F. B. Atlanta, Ga., Aug. 21, 
1864. (W. F.) 

"Shoulder to shoulder there they rest. 
In lind of battle forever drest/* — 

In the Trenches: By F. B. Buzzard's Roost, May 10, 1864. 

(W. F.) 

"The rain is pouring with remorseless drops. 
The dampened breezes sigh,'* — 

Invocation: By Colonel W. S. Hawkins. (Sunny.) 

"Come, thou sweet friend, and cheer awhile 
The brooding gloom of prison walk," — 

The Invocation: By B. W. W. (R. R.) 

"God bless the land of flowers 
And turn its winter hours,'*^- 

/ Remember the Hour When Sadly We Parted: (Companion Song 
to When This Cruel War Is Over). (Fag.) 

"I remember the hour when sadly we parted. 
The tears on your pale cheeks glist'ning like dew,*' — 

The Irish BaUalion: (R. R.) 

"When old Virginia took the field, 
And wanted men to rally on** — 

The Irrepressible Conflicl: Sonnet: by Tyrtaeus. (W. G. S. 
from the Charleston Mercury.) 

"Then welcome be it, if indeed it be 
The Irrepressible Conflict!**— 

/ Shall Not Die: By a Prisoner in Solitary Confinement at Fort 
Delaware. (W. L.) 

"I felt the power of intellect, 
I had the power of conscious strength;** — 

Is There Nobody Hurt: Air, "Cocachelunk." (R. B. B. 47.) 

"Hark I the cries of widowed mothers. 
Coming from the Northern states:'* — 

Is There, Then, No Hope for the Nations ? (W. G. S.) From 
the Charleston Courier.) 

"Is there, then, no hope for the nations? 
Must the record of time be the same?** — 

Is This a Time to Dance? (W. G. S.) 

"The breath of evening sweeps the plain 
And sheds its perfume in the dell,** — 

It Mailers Little Whether Grief or Glee: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"It matters little whether grief or glee 
Is life's, short portion set apart for me:** — 

110 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

The Jacket of Gray— To Those Who Wore It: By Mrs. C. A. Ball. 
(E. V. M.) 

**FoId it up carefully, lay it aside. 
Tenderly touch it, look on it with pride," — 

Jackson: By H. L. Flash, of Galveston, formerly of Mobile. 
(W. G. S. from the Mobile Advertiser and Register,) 

**Not midst the lightning of the storm fight 
Not in the rush upon the vandal foe," — 

Jackson: Somiet: by Mrs. M. J. Preston. (Beechenbrook.) 

*Thank God for such a hero I Fearless hold 
His diamond character beneath the sun." — 

Jackson, The Alexandria Martyr: By Wm. H. Holcombe, M. D., 
of Virginia. S. L. M., Aug., 1861. (W. G. S.) 

" Twas not the private insult galled him most 
But public outrage of his country's flag," — 

Jackson's Fool-Cavalry: By Hard-Cracker. Camp of the "Used- 
Ups," Sept. 26, 1862. (C. S. B.) 

"Day after day our way has been 
O'er many a hill and hollow" — 

Jackson's Requiem: Air, ''Dearest Mae." (Md. Hist. B.) 

**That noted burglar, Ellsworth, 
We all remember well," — 

Jackson's Resignation: By Tenella, [Mrs. M. B, Clarke of N. C] 
(Fag. from the Southern Illustrated News, April, 1863.) 

**Well, we can whip them now, I guess. 
If Jackson has resigned," — 

Jeff Davis in the White House: Air, "Ye Parliaments of England:*' 
by a Lady, Daughter of One of the Old Defenders. (West. 

**Ye Northern men in Washington, 
Your administration, too," — 

Jefferson Davis: By Walker Meriweather Bell. (Amaranth.) 

"Calm martyr of a noble cause. 
Upon thy form in vain," — 

Jefferson Davis: By Mollie E. Moore. (E. V. M. from the 
Houston Telegraph.) 

'*Mercy for a faUen chief I 
The angel, Peace, hath stilled the mighty storm;" — 

Jefferson Davis: By Wm. Munford. Dernier Resort, Mont- 
gomery Co., Va., Jan. 22, 1866. (E. V. M.) 

"For spirit ever quick 

With sword or rhetoric," — 

Jefferson Davis: By A Southern Woman. (E. V. M.) 

**The cell is lonely and the night 

Has filled it with a darker gloom;" — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 111 

John Bell of Tennessee: Air, "Auld Lang Syne/' (R. B. B. 13.) 

'There is a man of noble heart 

In Tennessee does dwell," — 

John Brown's Entrance Into Hell: C. T. A., printer. Baltimore, 
March, 1863. (R. B. B. 10.) 

**And now 01 John on earth oppressed. 
You are with us a welcome guest," — 

John Bull Turned Quaker: By M. W. Burwell. (S. L. M. April, 


"I'm much surprised to hear it, John, 
I am, upon my life," — 

John Merryman: Air, "Old Dan Tucker." (R. B. B. 64.) 

"John Merryman, the Mary lander 

Would not stoop to Lincoln's pander, — " 

John Morgan's Credentials: (E. V. M.) 

"John Morgan's credentials — 
The very essentials," — 

John Morgan's Grave: April 6, 1865. (W. L.) 

"Beneath the sward in old Virginia 

Where the willow sheds its dew," — 

John Pegram: Fell at the head of his Division, Feb. 6, 1865, aged 
33: by W. Gordon M'Cabe. (E. V. M.) 

"What shall we say now of our gentle knight. 
Or how express the measure of our woe," — 

John Pelham: By James R. Randall. Kelley's Ford, March 17, 
1863. (E. V. M.) 

"Just as the spring came laughing through the strife, 
With aU its gorgeous cheer," — 

Johnny B. Magruder: By a Texian. (Alsb.) 

"Come listen to my lay, of a man who came this way. 
You may never see a bolder, or a ruder;" — 

Johnson's Island: By Lieutenant E. A. Holmes of Va. (Sunny.) 

"Oh, who has not heard of that isle in Lake Erie, 
So guarded today — so unheeded before," — 

Joseph Bowers: (Alsb.) 

"My name it is Joe Bowers; I've got a brother Ike, 
I come from old Missouri; yes, aU the way from Pike:" — 

Jay, My Kentucky!: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"Joy, my Kentucky, thy night turns to morning. 
Eager thou risest at Liberty's dawning;" — 

Just Before the Battle, Mother: To "Phoby Stubbs," A. D., 1864. 

(C. C.) 

"Just before the battle. Mother — 

I was drinking mountain dew" — 

112 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Justice Is Our Panoply: By De G. (R. R.) 

"We're free from Yankee despots. 
We've left the foul mud-sills."— 

Keep Me Awake, Mother: Ballad: words by Mrs. Stratton: mu- 
sic by Joseph Hart Denck. (R. B. M., 1863.) 

"Forward, oh forward I time stays not his flight. 
I'm older and sadder and wiser tonight;" — 

Kentuckians, To Arms!: Louisville, Ky., 1861. (R. B. B. 52.) 

"Kentuckians, arise I 
You have lain too long in a stupor deep;" — 

Kentucky: By Estelle. (R. R.) 

"Then, leave us not, Kentucky boys. 
Though thick upon thy border," — 

Kentucky, April, 1861: By Aletheia. (W. L.) 

"It is time for action, not 'for memory and tears,* 
Then hush this childish wailing and banish craven fears." — 

Kentucky, My Mother: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"Kentucky, my mother, 

I lay my heart on thee I" — 

The Kentucky Partizan: By Paul H. Hayne. Charleston, 
March 29, 1862. S. L. M., April, 1862. (E. V. M.) 

"Hath the wily Swamp Fox 
Come again to earth?" — 

Kentucky Required to Yield Her Arms: By Boone. (W. 

G. S. from the Richmond Dispatch.) 

"Hoi will the despot trifle 
In dwellings of the free" — 


Kentucky, She Is Sold: By J. H. Barrick, of Kentucky. (W. 
G. S.) 

"A tear for *the dark and bloody ground. 
For the land of hills and caves" — 

Kentucky to the Rescue: Air, "I've Something Sweet to Tell 
You:" by Kentucky. June 7, 1862. (S. 0. S.) 

"Kentucky to the rescue, 

For we are needed now;" — 

Kentucky Woman's Song of the Shirt: Air, "The Dumb Wife;" 
by Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"We work for brave and true 
'Tis but little we can do," — 

Kentucky's Motto: On Her Seal: by Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"United We Stand, Divided We FaU' 
RaUy, ComcrackersI Kentucky doth call" — 

Killed— Wounded— Missing: (E. V. M. '69.) 

" 'Tis midnight on the battle-field 
The dark field of the dead,"— 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 113 

King Cotton: (S. L. M. Editor's Table. April '63.) 

"Yes, Cotton is King, but I oftentimes feir 
The King he resembles is possibly — Lear*' — 

King Cotton: (R. B. B. 52.) 

**01d Cotton is King, boys, ha I ha I 

With his locks so massive and white;*' — 

King Scare: New Orleans, Oct. 16, 1861: (R. R.) 

**The monarch that reigns in the warlike North 
Ain't Lincoln at aU, I ween," — 

Kiss Me Before I Die, Mother: (J. M. S.) 

**Kiss me before I die. Mother, oh press thy lips to mine. 
And twine thy loved arms around me, e'er life's bright day decline,** — 

The Knell Shall Sound Once More: (W. G. S., from the Charles- 
ton Mercury.) 

*'I know that the knell shall sound once more. 
And the dirge be sung o'er a bloody grave," — 

Knitting For the Soldiers: By Mary J. Upshur. Norfolk, Va., 
Oct. 8, 1861. (Fag.) 

* 'Knitting for the soldiers. 
How the needles flyl**— 

Lady Caroline's Tea Party: By Hermine. (Bohemian from 
New Orleans CcUholic Standard.) 

''Long years ago he wooed her — she was shy of being won — 
Sure upon haughtier maiden ne'er shone the golden sun:" — 

The Lament: By a Missourian. (W. L.) 

"Where is the flag that once floated so proudly? 

Where the bright arms that once rang out so loudly?" — 

Land of King Cotton: Air, "Red, White and Blue:" by J. Aug- 
ustine Signaigo. This was the favorite song of the Tennessee 
troops, but especially of the 13th and 154th Regiments. (W. 
G. S. from the Memphis Appeal, Dec. 18, 1861.) 

"OhI Dixie the land of Khig Cotton, 

The home of the brave and the free," — 

The Land of Texas: Air, "Dixie:" by M. B. Smith, Company C, 
2nd Regiment Texas Volunteers. (Alsb.) 

"Texas is the land for me; 
On a winter morning the wind blows free;" 

Land of the South! Air, "Happy Land." (R. B. B. 53.) 

"Land of the South I 
Whate'er my fate in life may be," — 

Land of the South: Air, "Friend of My Soul:" by R. F. Leonard. 
(R. R. from the Mobile Evening News.) 

**Land of the South I the fairest land 
Beneath Columbia's sky!" — 

114 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Land of Washington: Air, "Annie Ijaurie." (Cav.) 

"Virginia's sons are valiant, 

Our courage none deny," — 

The Last Martial Button: By a Marylander, a staff o£Sce of 
Stonewall Jackson's Command. (C. C.) 

" 'Tis the last martial button left drooping alone. 
All its honored companions are cut off and gone'* — 

Last Nighl at Fort Donelson: Inscribed to Colonel Charles John- 
son, of General Buckner's Staff: by Kentucky. March 8, 
1862. (S. 0. S.) 

**Night faUeth, grieve, on the exhausted men 
Who've won three battles in four days:" — 

The Last of Earth: A Prison Scene: by Colonel W. S. Hawkins. 

(S. S.) 

"Last night a comrade sent in haste 
For me to soothe his fearful pain," — 

Last Race of the Rail-Splitter: (R. B. B. 54.) 

**When Xerxes and when Cyrus led. 
When Bonaparte and Washington," — 

The Last Request: Lines found on the body of a S. C. Volunteer, 
killed at the Battle of Drainsville, 20 Dec., '61, and 
sold by the Federal soldier . who rifled the dead body to a 
Southern sympathiser. (S. B. P.) 

'*OhI carry me back to my own loved Carolina shore; 
If on the battle field I fall, oh! take me home once more." — 

Last Request of Henry C. Magruder: Loubville, Oct. 20, 1865. 
(E. V. M.) 

"01 wrap me not, when I am dead. 
In the ghastly winding sheet," — 

Lays of the Corn Exchange: Number 1. (West. Res.) 

"Secession triumphant I then each Rebel Imp 
ShaU rue it, or Fm not a government pimp.'* — 

The Lay of the Disgusted Yankee: On Hearing the News from 
Vicksburg. Dedicated to General B. F. Butler: by S. P. E. 
(Mr. Samuel's Scrapbook, Ridgway.) 

**In these modem days of liberty as by Abe & Co. defined. 
It's becoming rather dangerous to even have a mind,*' — 

Leave It. Ah, No! The Land Is Ours: By Mrs. Mary J. Young. 

"Leave it, ah no I the land is our own. 
Though the flag that we loved is now furled!** — 

Lee: Sonnet: by A. J. Requier. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec., '63. 
Editor's Table, from uie Magnolia Weekly.) 

"First of a race of heroes, whom the Fates- 
Wielding the wonders of an Iron age,** — 

The Soulhem War Poetry of the Civil War 115 

Lee at the Wilderness: By Miss Mollie E. Moore. (AJsb.) 

** 'Twas a terrible moment I 
The blood and the rout I" — 

Lee to the Rear: By John R. Thompson. (E. V. M, from the 
Crescent Monthly,) 

"Dawn of a pleasant morning in May 
Broke through the Wilderness oool and gray/* — 

The Legion of Honor: By H. L. Flash. (W. G. S.) 

"Why are we forever speaking. 
Of the warriors of old," — 

Leonidas Polk^ Priest and Warrior: By E. C. McCarthy. (Sun- 

"We hear a solemn saddening sound — 
A mournful knell,*' — 

Let Him Be Free: A. D., 1865. (C. C.) 

"Let him be free — ^his prison bars 
Are shadows on our fame*' — 

Let Me Kiss Him For His Mother: By J. P. Ordway. (L. & L.) 

"Let me kiss him for his mother, 

Let me kiss his dear youthful brow,'* — 

Let the Bugle Blow! By W. Gilmore Simms. (Bohemian.) 

"Let the bugle blow along the mountains I 
Shrilly blow I shriUy bk>wl"— 

Let the Drum's Deep Tones: By G. B. S., Cottage Home. (W. 

"Let the drum's deep tones be muffled 
Put the bugle far away," — 

Let Us Cross Over the River and Rest Under the Shade of the Trees: 
By James. (E. V. M.) 

" 'Over the river,* a voice meekly said. 

Whose clarion tones had thousands obeyed," — 

Letter: (Amaranth from the Maryland Mail Bag, 1863.) 

"What I clasp your red hands and with brotherly trust 

Give our faith to the cheat you called Union, beforeP" — 

Liberty or Death: Same as Southern Song of Liberty. (R. B. B., 


"On I on I to the just and glorious strife 

With your swords your freedom shielding;" — 

Liberty or Death: By Lutha Fontelle. (S. L. M., June, '62.) 

"Fair Liberty, the peerless high-bom maid 
Nursed in Olympus sacred, classic shade," — 

The Liberty Tree: (West. Res.) 

"In the clearest of light from the regions of day, 
The Goddess of Liberty came," — 

116 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Life in Prison: Air, "Louisiana Lowlands:" by Captain T. F. 
Roche, C. S. A. Fort Delaware, 1865. (Roche.) 

"Come listen to my ditty, it will while away a minute, 
And if I didn*t think so I never would begin it,'* — 

A Life on the Vicksburg Hills: Air, **A Life on the Ocean Wave." 
Vicksburg Song. (Alsb.) 

**A life on the Vicksburg hills, a home in the trenches deep, 
A dodge from the Yankee shells, and the old pea bread won't keep."— 

Lilies of the Valley: Inscribed to the friends who sent them: by 
Rosa Vertmer Jeffrey. Rochester, May, 1864. (E. V. M.) 

"Lady, — ^the fairy blossoms you have culled for me today. 
Modest, dainty vestal lihes, clustering on the path of May,'* — 

Lincoln Going to Canaan: (Hopkins.) 

**At Pensaoola Landing the South has made a standing. 
To resist an invasion they're preparing," — 

Lincoln On a Raid: Air, "Sitting on a Rail." (R. B. B., 60.) 

"Come all you fellows that love a joke. 
And fun at each other love to poke," — 

Lincoln^s Inaugural Address: By A Southern Rights Man. 
(R. R. from the Baltimore Republican, Baltimore, April 23, 

"I come at the people's mad-jority call. 
To open the North's quaternary ball," — 

Lincoln's Royal Reception: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.) 

"First Caesar came, and bowed the knee to one 
Who reigns in Washington:" — 

Lines: (E. V. M.) 

**He lay among the dying, and the battle raged near by. 
Upon the moist sod lying he was left to bleed and die," — 

Lines: By Florence Anderson. (E. V. M.) 

"They fell on the march, while Hope was bright. 
Before the clouds of Disaster's fright," — 

Lines: By CyriUe Merle, Columbia, 1863. (E. V. M., '69.) 

** 'I am the resurrection,' 

Read the priest in solemn tone," — 

Lines After Defeat: By Paul H. Hayne. (S. S. from the Char- 
leston Mercury.) 

"We have suffered defeat, as the bravest may suffer; 
Shall we leave unavenged our dead comrades' gore?" — 

The Lines Around Petersburg: By Samuel Davis, of N. C. (W. 
G. S.) 

*'0h, silence, silence! now when night is near. 
And I am left alone," — 

Lines by a Volunteer: (Im.) 

"Do not think that the volunteer selfishly pines 
At the hardships that fall to his share;" — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 117 

Lines, General Otho F. Strahl: By F. (Amaranth.) 

"Amid a scene of carnage. 

Where the dead and wounded lay," — 

Lines on Captain Beall: By Colonel Hawkins, C. S. A. (E, V. 


**Make not my grave in the valley yet, 
*Neath the sod of an alien let it be,'* — 

Lines on the Death of Annie Carter Lee, daughter of General Rob- 
ert E. Lee, C. S. A.: died at Jones' Springs, Warren County, 
N. C, October 20, 1862: by Tenella. [Mrs. M. B. Clarke, 
of N. C] S. L. M., Editor's Table, November and Dec- 
ember, 1862.) (E. V. M.) 

Lines on the Death of Colonel B. F. Terry: By J. R. Barrick. 
Glasgow, Ky. Dec. 18, 1861. (E. V. M.) 

•There is a wail 
As if the voice of sadness long and de^,*' — 

Lines on the Death of Lieutenant General T. J. Jackson, C. S. A.: 
(R. B. B. 51.) 

"Cold is his brow, and the dew of the evening 

Hangs damp o*er that form so noble and brave** — 

Lines On the Death of Lieutenant John B. Bowles: By Florence 
Anderson. (W. L.) 

"Never again I ah, never again 
Shall he march proudly o*er the plain,'* — 

Lines On the Death of Major General E. Van Dorn, C. S. A.: (R. 
B. B. 113.) 

"The bold and noble Earle van Dom 
The good old Southern brave," — 

Lines On the Death of Major H. S. McConnell: (Im.) 

"In thy young manhood thou art slain. 
Shot I dead I it must be so;*' — 

Lines On the Death of Major Hall S. McConnell: By Mattie 
Lewis. (Im.) 

"He has fallen, the patriot, brother and son. 
The pride of his comrades. He who to victory led on," — 

Lines On the Death of Stonewall Jackson: Philadelphia, May, 
1863. (E. V. M.) 

'The city stirs this mom; 
From careless or from eager lips there flits," — 

Lines On the Death of the Confederate General Albert Sidney Johns- 
ton, of Kentucky, who fell at the battle of Shiloh, Miss., 
Sunday, April 6, 1862. (R. B. B. 51.) 

*Thou art gone to thy rest 

Thou brave fearless soldier," — 

118 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Lines On the Death of W. H. H. Parry, who died at Gloucester 
Point, Sept. 19, 1861 : by Mary, (S. L. M., Editor's Table, 
Dec., '61.) 

*The cannon may roar but he hears not the aound, 
For he 'deeps his last sleep* in the cold damp ground:*' — 

Lines On the Presentation of a Confederate Flag: (W. L.) 

"Our banner hidden from the light of day, 
Where tyrant minions bold a despot sway,'* — 

Lines On the Proclamation — Issued by the Tyrant Lincoln^ April 
First, 1863: by a Rebel. (R. B. B. 54.) 

**We have read the tyrant's order, 
And the signet af the rule," — 

Lines Sacred to the Memory of Captain Henry C. GorrelU of Greens- 
borough, N. C, of the 2nd N. C. Regiment, who fell 
in an attack which he led against the Federal Batteries in 
the battle of Fair Oaks, June 14, 1862. May He Rest in 
Peace: by a Friend of the Cause. (R. B. B. 34.) 

**They laid him away in the cold damp ground 
On the banks of a Southern stream.*' — 

Lines Suggested By the Death of Dr. Kane: For the Baltimore 
American. (B. C. L., Ledger 1411.) 

"Forever gone, thou glorious chief, 
Not of embattled hosts the head," — 

Lines To A Confederate Flag: By F. H. Hotel du Louvre, Nov. 
21, 1863. (E. V. M. *69.) 

"Dear Flag of my country I all hail to thy barsi 
All hail to thine azure field, circled with starsi" — 

Lines To General N. B. Forrest: By Rosalie Miller, Montgom- 
ery, Ala., July, 1864. (Amaranth.) 

**Brave Forrest, like a storm-king sweeps 
O'er the vile invaders' path;" — 

Lines To Lee: Written at the time of Hooker's invasion: by Mrs. 
C. A. Warfield, of Kentucky. (E. V. M.) 

*'They are pouring down upon you, 
Gallant Lee,"— 

Lines To the Southern Banner: (R. R.) 

"Dear flagl that wooes the morning air 
That floats upon the midnight breeze," — 

Lines To the Tyrant: By Henry C. Alexander. S. L. M., Dec., 
1861. (Bohemian.) 

**The legion is armed for the battle, 

The charger is hot for the fray," — 

Lines Written During These Gloomy Times, To Him Who De- 
spairs: By Professor J. H. Hewitt. Spoken at the Rich- 
mond "Varieties": by Mr. Ogden, Wednesday night. May 
7, 1862. (E. V. M.) 

**Thougfa our roofs be on fire, though our rivers run blood, 
Though their flag's on the hill, on the plain, on the flood," — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 119 

Lines Written in Fori Warren: By a Captive. S. L. M. Editor's, 
Table, Jan., 1862. (R. R.) 

"See ye not that the day is breaking, 
Freemen from their slmnbers waking," — 

Lines Written in Fori Warren: By G. W. B. Fort Warren, Sept. 
3, 1862. (E. V. M.) 

"Wild flowers gathered £rom the hills 
Sunlit clouds on evening sky** — 

Lines Written July 15, 1865, the day the Confederate soldiers in 
N. C. were ordered to take off their uniforms: by A. L. D. 
Raleigh, N. C. (E. V. M.) 

"Let others sing of conquerors great, 
Far famed in minstrel story," — 

Lines Written on Receiving Some Pressed Leaves and Flowers From 
Home: By Jay W. Bee, P. A. C. S. Johnson's Island, Ohio, 
Oct., '64. (W. L.) 

"Bright leaves and flowers from Vernon's bowers, 
Ye call to mind home memories sweet," — 

Listening: By Lieutenant E. C. McCarthy: (Sunny.) 

"Under the evening shadows. 
Ere the long day was done," — 

A Litany for 1861: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.) 

"O God, our God, in this our hour of dark 
And bitter dread, we flee to Thee." — 

LiUle Fooisieps: By Mary J. Upshur of Norfolk, Va. (E. V. M.) 

"I sit in the summer moonlight. 

And watched the flecked floor," — 

Little Giffen: By Francis 0. Ticknor. (C. S. B.) 

"Out of the focal and foremost fire. 
Out of the hospital walls as dire," — 

Little Sogers: (R. B. B. 56.) 

"What*s the matter, little sogers, 
Why run up and down the land," — 

The Little White Glove: By Paul H. Hayne of S. C. (Amaranth 
from the Southern Illustrated News.) 

"The early Springtime faintly flushed the earth. 
And in the woods, and by their favorite stream," — 

Living and Dying: By Major George McKnight (**Asa Hartz"). 

"I would not die on the battle field. 
Where the missiles are flying wild;" — 

The London Times Courier: A Ballad, not by Campbell: by P. 
H. D. (P. & P. B. from the New Orleans Picayune) 

"A horseman from Manassas bound 
Cries, 'Soldier, noble soldier' '* — 

120 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

The Lonely Grave: By Mrs. C. A. Ball. Charleston, June 7. 
(E. V. M.) 

"In a sheltered nook on Potomac's shore. 
Where the earth is crimsoned with Southern gore,*' — 

The Lone Sentry: By James R. Randall. (S. S.) 

** *Twas as the dying of the day, 
The darkness grew so still;*' — 

Lone Star Banner of the Free: Air, "Rule Britannia:" by Major 
E. W. Cave. (Abb.) 

"When first from out a sky of gloom. 
The Lone Star lit a nation's way," — 

The Lone Star Camp Song: As sun^ by Joe Cook, the American 
Comedian. Published in Baltimore, 19 April, 1861. (R. 
B. B. 59.) 

*'Our rifles are ready, and ready are we. 
Neither fear, care, nor sorrow in this Ck>mpany," — 

The Lone Star Flag: On the Secession of Texas: by H. L. Flash. 

'*Up with the Lone Star banner I 
Its hues are still as bright," — 

Lone Texas Star: Air, "American Star:" by M. B. Smith. 

*'Come, all ye brave TexiansI your country is calling. 
Come, take up your arms, and let's hasten away I" — 

Louisiana: (E. V. M.) 

"Hoi Louisiana 

There is no clime like thine," — 

Louisiana: A Patriotic Ode. (R. B. B. 59.) 

"Louisiana I dear Pelican mother, arise 
Seize the lightnings that 'lumine the vault of the skies," — 

Loved and Lost: By Colonel B. H. Jones. (Sunny.) 

"I have a rose — a faded rose. 

Sweeter than many a fairer flower;" — 

Love Letter: By Major L. G. Levy. (Sunny.) 

**I promised once to write thee, and I write: 

What can I teU thee, dear, thou dost not knowP" — 

Major-General S, B, Buckner's Chivalry: An Imagination: Air, 
"AUen Percy." By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

**A Southern woman bowed in weeping, stood. 
Amid a crowd, unfeeling, selfish, rude," — 

Manassas: By A Rebel, Hanover Co., Va., July 30, 1861. (R. 


"Upon our country's border lay 
Holding the ruthless foe at bay," — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 121 

Manassas: By Mrs. C. A. Warfield, July 1861. (E. V. M.) 

"They have met at last, as sionn clouds 
Meet in heaven," — 

Manassas Races: Popular Newspaper Version. (W. L.) 

"The mighty army of the North is whipped. And its remains 
Are scattered in confusion o*er Virginia's sandy plains/* — 

Manassas, 21 July, 1861: By Mrs. Mary S. Whitaker. (S. L. 
M. August, 1861, from the Richmond Despatch, August 12, 

"Brightly gleamed the dazzling summer sky. 
Wide waved the forests vast and green," — 

Mansfield Run: (Alsb.) 

"Come, good folks, and listen to a ditty 
Of the year sixty-four:" — 

The March: By John W. Overall. (R. R.) 

"Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp I 
Go the Southern braves to battle," — 

The March of the Maryland Men: (R. B. B.) 

"There'ap many a son of old Maryland's soil 
In the South who have rushed to the field:" — 

March of the Southern Men: Air, To an old Scotch Air: printed 
by Geo. Dunn & Co., Richmond, Va. (R. B. M. 1863.) 

'There are many brave men in this Southern land 
Who have hurried away to the field," — 

The March of the Spoiler: (Amaranth.) 

"One by one the leaves are shaken 
From the tree" — 

March on! Carolinians, March on! By Mrs. Farley, Louisville, 
Nov. 20, 1861. (E. V. M.) 

"March on, Carolinians; our hearts leap so high 

When the young and devoted so martyr-like die;" — 

Marching to Death: By J. Herbert Sass, South Carolina, 1862. 
(W. G. S.) 

**The last farewells are breathed by loving lips. 
The last fond prayer for darling ones is said," — 

The Marseilles Hymn — Translated and Adapted as an Ode: By 
E. F. Porter of Alabama. (R. R. from the Nashville Ga- 

"Sons of the South, arise I awake I be free I 
Behold 1 the day of Southern glory comes," — 

The Martyr of Alexandria: By James W. Sinmis, Indianola, 
Texas. (Bohemian, from the New Orleans Crescent.) 

"Revealed as in a lightning flash, 
A hero stood!" — 

122 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Martyrs of Texas: Air, "He's Gone from the Mountain/' By 
Col. H. Washington. (Alsb.) 

"They've gone from the prairies; its groves and wild flowers. 
They've gone from the forest — its wild tangled bowers;" — 

The Martyrs of the SouUi: By A. B. Meek, Alabama. (Sunny.) 

"Oh, weep not for the gallant hearts 
Who fell in battle's day;" 

Maryland! (B. C. L. Ledger 1411.) 

"Maryland, Maryland 1 
Stainless in story" — 

Maryland: By Rev. John C. McCabe, D.D. (Late of Md., Chap- 
lam C. S. A.) November, 1861. (S. L. M.) 

"Up, men of Maryland nor sleep, 
While foemen bind your limbs in chains," — 

Maryland: A Fragment: (R. B. B. 73.) 

"R^reshed in wonted might 
By the passing hours of night," — 

Maryland In Chains: By Mrs. O. K. Whitaker, South Carolma. 
(R. B. B. 73 from the Richmond Examiner, May 14, 1861.) 

"Oh vain is the splendor of blue-curtained skies. 
The pomp of tall forests that round one arise:" — 

Maryland in Fetters! (R. B. B. 82.) 

"How beautiful in tears I 
Dear noble state:" — 

The Maryland Line: By J. D. McCabe, Jr. (W. G. S.) 

"By old Potomac's rushing tide. 

Our bayonets are gleaming," — 

Maryland, Lost Maryland: (S. L. M., January, '63, Ed.'s Table 
from the Raleigh Standard.) 

"The despot's heel thou dost adore, 
Maryland, fie I Maryland," — 

The Maryland Martyrs: (R. B. B. 79.) 

"They bore them to a gloomy cell. 
And barred them from the light," — 

Maryland, Our Mother: Written at the Request of Many Exiled 
Marylanders: By Rev. John Collins M'Cabe, D.D. Rich- 
mond, Va., November 24, 1861. (S. L. M., Dec. 1861.) 

"O Maryland, dear Maryland I our hearts still turn to theel 

We often, weeping, ask and say *when, when wilt thou be free?' "— 

Maryland, My Home: By Louis Bonsai. (R. B. B.) 

"Sweet Maryland, thy groves are green, 
And sparkling as thy rills," — 

Maryland, My Home: (R. R. B.) 

"Come listen while I sing to you. 
Of Maryland, my Maryland," — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 123 

Maryland: Zouaves' Own: Respectfully dedicated to the Ist 
regiment Maryland Zouaves by their friend G. W. Alex- 
ander, Adjutant of the regiment. (R. B. B.) 

"We are bound all hands for the land of cotton, 
Old seventy-six is not forgotten," — 

The Maryhnder at Manassas: A Fact: By N. G. R. [Dr. N. G- 
Ridgely.] Baltimore, December 16, 1861. (R. B. B. 64.) 

**Du8ty and weary I laid me down 
To take my rest on the blood-wet gromid** — 

The MaryUmder's Good-Bye: Air, "The White Rose:" by B. 
(R. B. B.) 

"Adieul Adieul dear Maryland, 
I arm at freedom's call" — 

Maryland's Appeal: Air, "The Harp That Once Through Tara's 
Halls." (R. B. B. 84.) 

"Oh Maryland, enslaved, opprest. 
Insulted in thy woes," — 

Maryland's Lament for Jackson: By Baltimore, June, 1863. 
(R. B. B.) 

**Gone from us — gone from us. 
Hero and friend;" — 

The Massachusetts Regiments: A .Prose, not a prize poem, dedi- 
cated (without permission) to the "Mutual Admiration 
Society" of the Modem Athens, of which the Atlantic Monthly 
is at once the trumpet and organ. By Oats, of Virginia. 
(S. L. M., June 1861.) 

"Here they come I Here they come, to the roll of the drum. 
Zigzag tagrag, bobtail, hobnail, all in martial array," — 

Maxcy Gregg: By C. G. P. (E. V. M., '69.) 

"Long have I lingered by the lovely mount. 
Where our great hero lies," — 

Major Brown: Air, "Rosseau's Dream." (R. B. B. 68.) 

"Gather round all friends and neighbors. 
Citizens of this good town," — 

McClellan's Soliloquy: By a Daughter of Georgia. (P. & P. B. 
from the Charleston Mercury.) 

"Advance or not advance, that is the question 
Whether 'tis better in the mind to suffer," — 

Melt the Bells: By F. V. Rocket, in the Memphis Appeal. (W. 
G. S.) 

"Melt the bells, melt the bells. 

Still the tinkling on the plains," — 

The Men: By Maurice BeU. (W. G. S.) 

"In the dusk of the forest shade, 
A saUow and dusty group reclined," — 

124 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Men in Lace and Braid: By An Old Maid. (C. C.) 

"Standing on the coraer 
Decked in braid and lace," — 

Men of the South! By G. B. J. (S. L. M., May, 1861.) 

"Awake ye, awake, Freedom's band I 
See ye not the flaming brand," — 

The Merrimac: By Paul H. Hayne. (Bohemian from the Char- 
leston Courier.) 

"We listened to the thunder 
Of her mighty guns for hours,** — 

The Merry Little Soldier: John Hopkins, Printer. New Levee 
St., 4th D. (Wash'n. 123.) 

"Fm a merry little soldier. 
Fearing neither wound nor scar,** — 

The Midnight Ride: By William Shepardson. (Bohemian.) 

"I ride the cold and dark night through 
No moon or stars to point the way,*' — 

Minding the Gap: By Mollie E. Moore. (E. V. M., from the 
Houston Telegraph.) 

'There is a radiant beauty on the hiDs, 

The year before us walks with added bloom,** — 

The Minstrel and the Queen: By Col. W. S. Hawkins: (Sunny.) 

"I think of the pleasures that once were mine, 

In the beautiful days that shall be no more,** — 

Missing: (W. G. S.) 

"In the cool sweet hush of a wooded nook. 
Where the May buds sprinkle the green old mound,** — 

Missing: By Mrs. F. A. Moore. (E. V. M., '69.) 

"Not among the suffering wounded; ' 
Not among the peaceful dead;** — 

Missouri Massacre: (S. L. M., Jan. '63.) 

"He heard the children's plaintive wrath. 
He heard the wife, with frantic cry,** — 

Missouri, Or A Voice from the South: By Harry Macarthy. 

"Missouri, Missouri 1 bright land of the West, 
Where the way-worn emigrant always found rest;*' — 

A Modern Knight-Errant: By Kentucky, September, 1861. (S. 
O. S.) 

"This mom a little blackamoor 
Brought me a funny thing, she said;** — 

Monody on Jackson: By The Exile. (S. S.) 

"Ay, toUI toUI toUI 
ToU the funeral beU!**— 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 125 

Monody on Major W. L. Thornton: By Col. C. G. Forabey. 


*ToU, toll, for the gallant Thornton I give sighs for the noMe dead I 
Let tears but flow, like the torrent of life for his country shed," — 

Moral of Party: Sonnet: By W. G. Simms. S. L. M., February 
and March, 1862. (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.) 

*The moral of a party, if it be 
That healthy States need parties, lies in this,'* — 

Morgan's Cavalry and The Girls: Air, "Commg through the Rye." 
By Kentucky. (S. O. S.) 

"If brave Southron meet our Morgan 
Coming through Kentuck," — 

Morgan's War Song: (Alsb.) 

**Qieer, boys, cheer! we*ll march away to battle. 

Cheer, boys, cheerl for our sweethearts and our wives,'* — 

Morgan's War Song: By General B. W. Duke, C. S. A. Enox- 
ville, Tenn., July 4, 1862. (W. L.) 

'*Ye sons of the South, take your weapons in band. 
For the foot of the foe hath insulted your land!*' — 

Morris Island: By W. Gilmore Simms. (W. G. S.) 

**OhI from the deeds well done, the Mood weU shed 
In a good cause springs up to crown the land,** — 

Mosby and His Men: By Phoenix. Selma, Alabama. October 
31, 1866. (C. C.) 

"When the historic muse shall seek 

The themes of future song,** — 

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

"Mother is the battle overP 

Thousands have been slain, they say,'* — 

Mother Lincoln's Melodies: S. L. M., Ed. Table, July and Aug- 
ust, 1862. (S. S. B.) 

"little Be-Pope 
He lost his hope,** — 

The Mother of the Soldier Boy: (Lee.) 

"Why daily goes yon matron forth. 
As *twere to trace the dead?** — 

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

"Shine, silver moon, o*er land and water, 
Shine o*er valley, plain and hill;** — 

The Mother to her Son in the Trenches ai Petersburg: By W. D. 
Porter. (E. V. M.) 

"The winter night is dark and still 
The winter rains the trenches fiU,*' — 

126 The Soulhem War Poetry of the Civil War 

Mother Would Comfort Me: (C. C.) 

"Wounded and sorrowful, far from my home, 
Sick, among strangers, uncared for, unknown,** — 

The Mother's Farewell: Air, ''Jeannette and Jeanot" (J. M. S.) 

"You are going to leave me. darling. 
Your country's foes to fight;** — 

A Mother's Prayer: (E. V. M.) 

"Father, in the battle fray 

Shelter his dear head, I pray I** — 

A Mother's Prayer: By Mrs. Margaret Piggott. Baltimore, 
Friday Night, April 19th, 1861. (E. V. M., '69.) 

"God of Nations, God of Might, 
In the stillness of the night,** — 

The Mother's Trust: By Mrs. G. A. H. McLeod. (S. S.) 

"Far away are our beloved. 

Where resounds the battle-cry;** — 

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

"Where murdered Mumford lies 
Bewailed in bitter sighs,** — 

Munson's Hill: Air, **CaU me Pet Names." (R. B. B., 88.) 

"Oh call us hard names, call us mere tools 

In the hands of the North, to be made such fools,** — 

Music in Camp: By John R. Thompson. (C. S. B., from the 
Louisville Journal.) 

"Two armies covered hill and plain, 
Where Rappahannock's waters, ** — 

My Dream: By L. F. East Baton Rouge, November 7, 1861. 
(R. R.) 

"Lol in my dream I saw the dove 
Just hovering o*er the troubled sea,** — 

My Father: By Brig. General Henry R. Jackson. (E. V. M.) 

"As die the embers on the hearth 
And o*er the hearth the shadows fall,** — 

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

"Your letter came, but came too late. 
For Heaven had claimed its own,** — 

My God, What is All This For? Air, "Rosseau's Dream." (R. 
B. B.) 

"Oh my God I what vengeful madness. 
Brother against brother rise:** — 

My Liille Volunteer: By Joe Brentwood. (Im.) 

"Say, have you seen my Harry, my little volunteer? 
As fine a lad as ever lived upon the Tennessee:*' — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 127 

My Love: By F. B. Dalton, May 6, 1864. (W. F.) 

'*My love is the fairest. 
The sweetest, the dearest," 

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

*The despot's heel is on thy shore, Maryland I 
His torch is at thy temple door, Maryland 1" — 

My Mother Church: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

*'My Mother Church, on thee I call I 
Although my home in ruins fall,** — 

My Mother-Land: By Paul H. Hayne. (W. G. S.) 

*'My Mother-land I thou wert the first to fling 
Thy virgin flag of freedom to the breeze," — 

My Native Land: December, 1864. (W. L.) 

"Where is my Native LandP 
Not on Kentucky's conquered soil," — 

My Native Land: (Randolph.) 

"Land of the South I imperial landl 
How proud thy mountain's rise:" — 

My Noble Warrior, Come! Air, "The Rock Beside the Sea." 
By Mrs. Col. C. G. Forshey. (Alsb.) 

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

My Only Boy: By Ellen A. Moriarty. (Bohemian.) 

"O, let me weep I who would not weepP 
He was my only boy;*' — 

My Order: By W. Gordon McCabe : Richmond, Va. First pub- 
bshed in S. L. M., May, 1863, "Chats Over My Pipe." 
(E. V. M.) 

"This flower has set me adreaming. 
Of the future for you and for me," — 

My Prison Drear: By Lieut. D. T. Walker, of Mississippi. 


"Alas, how slow the moments go, 

As fettered on this friendless Isle;" — 

My Soldier: Monday night, April 14th, 1862. (S. L. M., Ed. 
Table, Aprfl, '62.) 

"Is my darling sadly dreaming. 
On his lonely watch tonight," — 

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

'*I am dreaming ever dreaming of a silver sanded shore, 
Wl^ere the blue waves softly murmur as they roll forevermore" — 

^_ TV V 

128 The SoaUtern War Poetry qf the CivU War 

My Soldier Boy: By W. D. Porter, Charleston, South Carolina. 

"Tbe winter night U dark and chill. 
The winter rains tbe trenches fill;" — 
My Southern Home {Paalm CXXVII): By Col. B. H. Jones. 
Johnson's Island, September, 1864. (Sunny.) 

"if Judean captives sat and wept, hy Babd's riveca ndee. 
As memories of Zion far came flowing as the tides;" — 
My Souihern Land: Dedicated to the Widow of Stanewall Jack- 
scffi. Air, "My Maryland." By Mrs. Mary L. Wilson, (X 
San Antonio. (Alsb.) 

"On tbe nimBon battle-6eld. 
Soutbon land, my Soutbem land," — 
My Texas Land: Air, "My Maryland." By D. W. M. (Alab.) 
"Tbe Yankees are iqioD tby coast, 
Tnms land, my Texas landl" — 
My Warrior Boy: (Im.) 

**Tbou baa pme forth, my darling one. 
To battle with tbe brave,"— 
Naiional Hymn: By CapL E. Griswold. (Fag.) 
"Now let the thritting anthem rise 
O'er all tbe glorious land."— 
.Vo/ioim/ Song—The Magnolia: By Albert POte. (Im.) 
"What, what is the true Sonthna symbol 
The >)iubo) at Honor and Right;"— 

Saauota Voiunleera: Air, "Susannah, don't you cry." By Wil- 
tiam Nr(4y, of Durant's Cavalr)-. (Abb.) 

"We're the Navasota Vohmtens. our country h named Grimes, 
O roror alang, my coostripl bovsi. we caa'l iMve yoa behind,"— 
Say, Keep the Staml: By Carrie Cfifford. (W. G. Sl) 
"Nay. ke«p the •word wbkb ooce we gave, 
A liiken of our trust ia thw;~— 
Tkt Setr Balhi i}f Lord LatrH: vR. N. S., Gram tbe New Orieuis 

"Lurd LoMid be Ml in tbe Sl. Cbaries Holel. 
In the ^. C^h«rk» Hotel sal be."— 
A Set Ercfhior: Bv Mary I. I'pshur. tS^ L. M., Novonber, 

~1> fciwmrr with the ftraage dexVe. mar npnrd to the MB 
iUd giw« Wh thttr rvbt pdlMlly for tbe ««k of Skxtj-tmttr^ 
TV .V«r fwAi^Hi.- Air. "R«ry OMoore.' By Kentucky. (S. 

-iMgr ««> tlMv! UwktMi: A b a n h n im* bw» amea. 
Ymt imtiA b«wlM MMMd: a^ UmL «b. bc«l :raw ihMi^— 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 129 

A New Red, White and Blue: Written for a Lady : by Jeff. Thomp- 
son. (A. R.) 

''Missouri is the pride of the nation, 
The hope of the brave and the free" — 

The New Star: (Same as Hail to the South) : By B. M. Anderson. 
S. L. M., April, 1861. (W. G. S.) 

"Another star arisen; another flag unfurled; 
Another name inscribed among the nations of the world'* — 

The Next Time That Bragg Comes This Way: By Kentucky, 
November 27, 1864. (S. 0. S.) 

"The next time that Bragg comes this way 
I hope that he will come to stay/* — 

Niggers in Convention: Sumner's Speech: (R. B. B. 88.) 

"Welcome my bredren here you is 
I greets you wid delight** — 

Nil Despenmdum — To the Southern Soldier: By Ikey Ingle. 
Richmond, Virginia, January 18th, 1864. (E. V. M.) 

"Wheel in the rutP then shoulder to the wheel; 
Make muscle and sinew nerve force feel;** — 

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

"The Yankee hosts are coming. 
With their glittering rows of steel,*' — 

Nil Desperandum: By Mrs. C. A. Warfield. (E. V. M., '69.) 

"Yield I never I while a foothold 
Is left on Southern soil** — 

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

"It is a nation's death cryl Yes, the agony is past. 
The stoutest race that ever fought today hath fought its last," — 

No Land Like Ours: By J. R. Barrick, of Kentucky. (W. G. S.) 

"Though other lands may boast of skies 
Far deeper in their blue,*' — 

No Surrender: Published by Geo. Dunn and Co., Richmond 
Virginia. (R. B. M., 1864.) 

"Ever constant, ever true. 

Let the word be *No Surrender I' '* — 

No Union Men: By MiUie Mayfield. (R. R.) 

"Union Men* O thrice-fooled fools. 

As well might ye hope to bind*' — 

North Carolina Call to Arms: Air, "The Old North State:" by 
Luolla. [Mrs. Loula W. Rogers of Ga.] Raleigh, 1861. 
(R. R.) 

"Ye sons of Carolina I awake from your dreaming. 
The minions of Lincoln upon us are streaming I** — 

130 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

North Carolina's War Song: Air, "Annie Laurie." (R. R.) 

"We leave our pleasant homesteads. 
We leave our smiling farms," — 

A Northern Mother After a BaUle: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

**Throb, my heart, throb! for thy dear country throb! 
There's nothing else left thee, for Death did rob thee of thy joy** — 

Not Doubtful of Your Fatherland! (W. S. G. from the Charies- 
ton Mercury.) 

'*Not doubtful of your fatherland 
Or of the God who gave it" — 

Notice to the North! (R. N. S., from Charivari. December 7, 

''Yankees beware! we are averse. 
But not afraid to fight,'* — 

Now's the Day, and Now' 8 the Hour! Inscribed to Lt. Col. J. W. 
Bowles, 2nd Reg. Kentucky Cavalry by request of a friend of 
his boyhood. Air, "Bruce's Address," some lines of it re- 
tained by Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"Old Kentucky, whose sons have bled. 

Where the bravest men have led" — 

Nuis to Crack for Uncle Sam: By Janet Hamilton. Langloan. 

(W. L.) 

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

The Oath for Liberty: By W. G. Sinmis. (S. L. M., February 
and March, '62.) 

"Only one oath may the freeman take. 
To sacrifice all for freedom's sake** — 

The Obsequies of Stuart: By John R. Thompson. (S. S.) 

"We could not pause, while yet the noontide air. 
Shook with the cannonade's incessant pealing," — 

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

"Let others sing of strife and war's alarms 
And waste their breath;" — 

The Officer's Funeral: (J. M. S.) 

"Hark I to the shrill trumpet calling. 
It pierceth the soft summer air I" — 

Officers of Dixie: By a Growler: (Alsb.) 

"Let me whisper in your ear, sir, 
Something that the South should hear, sir," — 

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

"The days are growing shorter. 
The sun has crossed the line," — 

The SouJhern War Poetry of the Civil War 131 

Oh! Hasten Back, My Soldier Boy! By J. P. H. Charlottes- 
ville, Virginia. (Cav.) 

"How oft have I sighed for my soldier boy, gone 

To battle with our cruel and merciless foe:" — 

Oh, He's Nothing But a Soldier: Air, "Annie Laurie." By A. 
Young Rebelle, Esq. (Im.) 

*'0h, he's nothing but a soldier. 
But he's coming here tonight" — 

Oh, Jeff, Why Don't You Come? Air, "Willie We Have Missed 
You." (R. B. B. 80). 

"Jeff Davis are you comingp We'll be glad to see you here! 
We'll give you hearty greeting! you'll be welcome everywhere:" — 

Oh! No, he'll Not Need Them Again: To Rev. A. J. Ryan, of 
Knoxville, Tennessee. (E. V. M.) 

**Oht no, he'll not need them again 
No more wiU he wake to behold" — 

Old Abe Lincoln: (R. B. B. 58.) 

"My name it is Abe Lincoln 
I lead a wretched life" — 

Old Abe's Lament: Air, "The Campbell's are Coming." (R. 
B. B. 57.) 

"Jeff Davis is coming oh! dear I oht decu*! 
Jeff Davis is coming, oh decu*!" — 

Old Betsy: By John Killum. (W. G. S.) 

**Come with the rifle so long in your keeping. 
Clean the old gun up and hurry it forth — " 

The Old Brigade — Virginia's lst-7th-llth and 17th: by Maurice 
D'Bell. (E. V. M.) 

"Behold yon throng of heroes! 
Their eyes are heavy and dim," — 

Old Dixie's Soldiers: By J. P. H. Charlottesville, Virginia. 


"Mid war's alarms fair Dixie stands, 
Arrayed against rude Northern bands," — 

Old Jim Ford: Air, "Carry Me Back to Old Virginny." (Alsb.) 

"When I reflect on what I am and who my master was, 
I think I've run away from home without sufficient cause;" — 

Old John Brown: A Song for Every Southern Man: (Wash'n, 
unclassified Mss.) 

**Now all you Southern people, just listen to my song. 

It's about the Harper's Ferry affair, it is not very long" — 

The Old Mammy's Lament for Her Young Master: By Hermine. 
(S. L. M., Nov. and Dec, '63.) 

"My dear young massa's gone to war. 
Gone from missus, home, and me" — 


132 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Old Moultrie: By Catherine Gendron Poyas, of Charleston. (W. 
G. S. from the Charleston Mercury,) 

'The splendor falls on bannered walls. 
Old Moultrie, great in story" — 

The Old Negro at Calhoun's Grave: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"Who comes with tottering step and slow. 
Bowed not so much by years, as woe,*' — 

The Old Rifleman: By Frank 0. Ticknor, M. D., of Georgia. 
(R. R.) 

**Now, bring me out my buckskin suit! 
My pouch and powder, too!" — 

The Old Sergeant: (B. E., First appeared as the Carrier's New 
Year Address of the Louisville Courier-Journal, 1863.) 

*The carrier cannot sing tonight the ballads, etc." — 

*Come a little nearer. Doctor — ^thank you, let me take the cup." — 

Old Stonewall: By C. D. Dasher. (Fag.) 

"Oh, don*t you remember old Stonewall, my boys, 
Old Stonewall, on charger so gray," — 

An Old Texian's Appeal: By Reuben E. Brown. (Alsb.) 

**Come all ye temper*d hearts of steel — come quit your flocks and farms— 
Your sports, your plays, your hoKdays, and hark, away to arms!" — 

On! Advance! By W. G. Simms. (S. L. M., Feb. and March, '62. 

On I advance! 
Southrons with the bolt and lance!" — 

On a Raid: By Ikey Ingle. Richmond, Virgmia, 1862. (E. 
V. M.) 

"We must move tonight, my men, brisk marching's to be done! 
For a stout blow must be struck, and true, by the morrow's sun"— 

On Ash Wednesday, 1862: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"The six weeks' Sabbath has begun; 
A little while, my soul, be done" — 

On Guard: Words respectfully inscribed to Miss S. E. B. by 
WaUace Rowe. Music from an old German Melody. (R. 
B. M.. 1864.) 

"At dead of night when on my beat. 

And naught but darkness meets my view," 

On Recuiing a Proclamation for Public Prayer: Sonnet: by South 
Carolinian: (W. G. S.) 

'*OhI terrible, this prayer in the market place, 
These advertised humilities, decreed" — 

On! Southern, On! By W. B. L. (R. R.) 

*'0n! Southron, on! 

Your flag's unfurled" — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 133 

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

•*The fight is o'er, the victory's won. 
We pause to count the cost;" — 

On the Death of General Stonewall Jackson: By Lillian Rosell 
Messenger, Tuscumbia, Alsibama. May ISth, 1863. (Im.) 

'The leaf has perished in the green; 
And whUe we breath beneath the sun," — 

On the Death of Lieui.-General Jackson: A Dirge: By Mrs. C. A. 
Warfield of Kentucky. (E. V. M.) 

**Go to thy rest, great chieftain, 
In the zenith of thy fame" — 

On the Flank: By R. B. Witter, Jr. (S. L. M., May 63.) 

" 'Twas a glowing Sabbath morning. 
Bright the golden sunbeams fell," — 

On the Heights of Mission Ridge: By J. Augustine Signaigo. (W. 
G. S.) 

*'When the foes, in conflict heated. 
Battled over road and bridge," — 

On to Glory: (J. M. S.) 

"Sons of freedom, on to glory. 

Go where brave men do or die:" — 

On to Richmond: After Southey's March to Moscow: by John R. 
Thompson of Virginia. (E. V. M. from the Richmond Whig.) 

"Major-General Scott 
An order had got 
To push on the colunm to Richmond," — 

On to the Battle: By Miss Marie E. Jones. (Alsb.) 

"On to the battle! though the foe be before you. 
Though the death^iail rattle! — God watches o*er you;" — 

One Came of the War: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"The man who trusts not God betrays himself 
Weak victjma he to that foul harpy, wealth;" — 

Only a Common Soldier: (Confederate States Almanac, 1862, (N. 
Y. P. L. 

"He was only a common soldier, 

But a monarch proud and grand" — 

Only a Soldier: By Major Lamar Fontaine. (Fag.) 

"Only a soldier!' I heard them say, 
With a heavy heart I turned away," — 

Only a Soldier's Grave: By S. A. Jones. Aberdeen, Mississippi. 

(W. G. S.) 

"Only a soldier's grave! Pass by. 
For soldiers, like other mortab, die" — 

134 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Only One Fell: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

'Only one fell,' and his name was told, 

*Only one fell,* but him death could not hold," — 

Only One Killed: By Julia L. Keyes, Montgomery, Alabama. 
(W. G. S. from the Southern Field and Fireside.) 

**Only one killed in company B 
Twas a trifling loss — one mant** — 

Here's lo the Soldier So Gay: By Captain M. G. Davidson, of 
Gen. M. L. Smith's Signal Corps. (Alsb.) 

**0 here's to the soldier so gay I who shoulders his musket all day. 
With wearisome feet he faces the beat, still keeping the Yankees away:"— 

0! Vm a Good Old Rebel: Respectfully dedicated to Thad. 
Stevens, 1862. Sung by Harry Allen, Washington ArtiUery, 
New Orleans, La. (C. C.) 

"0! I'm a good old Rebel 

Now that's just what I am" — 

Johnny Bull, My Jo John: Air, ''John Anderson, my Jo." 
(R. R.) 

"Oh Johnny Bull, my Jo John! I wonder what you mean. 
By sending all these forgates out, commissioned by the Queen:" — 

Lovely Dixie's Land: By M. J., Baltimore, April, 1861. (R. B. 
B. 90.) 

"01 lovely Dixie's Land, 

Where fruits and flowers grow;" — 

0, Siueet South: By W. Gilmore Simms. (S. L. M., January, 
1861. (R. R.) 

"O the Sweet South! the sunny South! 

Land of true feeling, land forever mine! 

0, Temporal 0, Mores! By John Dickson Bruns, M. D. (W. 
G. S. from the Charleston Mercury, 1864.) 

"Great Pan is dead!" so cried an airy tongue 
To one who drifting down Calabria's Shore," — 

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

**At the end of each street, a banner we meet. 
The people all march in a mass," — 

Our Braves in Virginia: Air, "Dixie Land." (R. R.) 

**We have ridden from the brave Southwest 
On fiery steeds, with throbbing breast," — 

Our Boys Are Gone: Air, *The Minstrel Boy:" by Col. Hamil- 
ton Washington. (Alsb.) 

"Our boys are gone 'till the war is o'er. 
In the ranks of death you'll find them," — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 135 

Our Cause: (C. C.) 

"Oh, story long and sad to tell. 
Of how we fought and how we fdl," 

Our Cherished Dead: (E. V. M.) 

"What tho' no stately column, 
Their cherished names may raise:" — 

Our Chief: By the author of ''Southrons'' [Mrs. C. A. War- 
field.) Beechmore, January 10, 1866 (E. V. M.) 

"Not not forgotten, though the halls 
Of state no more behold him,'* — 

Our Christmas Hymn: By John Dickson Bnins, M . D., Charles- 
ton, South Carolina. (W. G. S.) 

"Goodwill and peace I peace and goodwill!" — 
The burden of the Advent song," — 

Ow City by the Sea: By W. Gihnore Simms. (W. G. S.): 

"Our city by the sea 
As the rebel dty known" — 

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

"Unknown to me, brave boy, but still I wreathe 
For you the tenderest of wildwood flowers," — 

Our ''Cottage By the Sea:'' Lines written in Fort Lafayette by a 
Prisoner. (E. V. M.) 

"I dreamed that I dwelt in marble halls. 
And 'tis not so, you see," — 

Our Country's Call: By H. Walter. (Randolph.) 

'*To arms I oh, men in all our Southern cKme, 
Do you not scent the battle from afar," — 

Our Dead: By Col. A. M. Hobby. Galveston News^ Texas. 
Jan., 1866. (E. V. M.) 

"Vile, brutal man! and darest thou 
In God's anointed place to preach" — 

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

"I am sitting alone by a fire 

That glimmers on Sugar Loafs height," 

Our Dixie: By a Lady of Augusta, Georgia, 1865. (Im.) 

"I heard long since a simple strain. 

It brought no thrill of joy or pain," — 

Our Failure: By the Author of "Southrons," [Mrs. C. A. War- 
field]. Beechmore, Kentucky, June i, 1866. (E. V. M.) 

"Yes, we have failed! That iron word 
Drove never home its bolt of fate," — 

136 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Our Fallen Brave: By Cornelia J. M. Jordan. January 22, 1862. 

"They fell I in Freedom's cause they fell. 
The noble patriot band," — 

Our Faith in '61: By A. J. Requier. (W. G. S.) 

"Not yet one hundred years have flown 
Since on this very spot," — 

Our Flag: By Mr. K. of Hampshire Co., Virginia. (E. V. M., 

"Our battle-flag ! behold it wave, 

In the young morning's roseate light," — 

Our Glorious Flag: Air, ''Her Bright Smile Haunts Me Still." 
Vicksburg Song. (Alsb.) 

"There is freedom on each fold, and each star is freedom's throne. 
And the free, the brave, the bold, guard thin honor as their own:*'— 

Our Hope: Third Edition: by Le Diable Baiteux. (R. B. B. 91.) 

"God save our Southern land, 
God be our trust," 

Our Killed in Battle: Sonnet: New Orleans, 1861. (E. V. M., 

"As swift, glad brooks run towards the mighty sea. 
And in its heart are lost forevermore," — 

Our Left: By Francis 0. Ticknor, M. D., Georgia. (B. E.) 

"From dark to dawn they stood 
That long midsummer day" — 

Our Marshal Kane: Au*, "Roseas' Dream." (R. B. B., 51) 

"Come and listen to my story 
From all lies I will refrain," — 

Our MaHyrs: By Paul H. Hayne. (W. G. S.) 

."I am sitting lone and weary. 

On the hearth of my darkened room," 

Our Mothers Did So Before Us: Au*, "My Mother Did So Be- 
fore Me:" by Augusta Foster. Foster's Settlement, Ala- 
bama, January 22, 1862. (S. L. M., Ed. Table, Jan. *62.) 

"We are a band of brothers hold. 

Now fighting for our nation," — 

Our Nameless Heroes: Inscribed to the author of the "Haversack." 
(E. V. M., '69.) 

"Our nameless heroes — glorious band — 
That for our dear, dear Southern land," — 

Our Noble Dead: By John E. Hatcher of Alabama. (C. C.) 

"We wiU not wander to the gloomy years. 

Through whose dark scenes we have so lately passed" — 

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Our President: By Fanny Downing. C. S. A., '64. (E. V. M., 

"A people spring to being, in whose bounds, 
lie mightiest elements of glory,*' — 

Our Rights: Song. (West. Res.) 

*'The stars and stripes. Oh lovely doth. 
To hide the tricks of crafty knaves," — 

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

"Mourn for our glorious dead. 

Gallant men and leaders brave," — 

Our Souihern Land: By Patria Dolorosa. (C. C.) 

'The mountains lift aloft their hoary peaks. 
The rivers to the ocean proudly run," — 

Our Starry Cross: (Cav.) 

"Our starry Cross was first unfurled, 
On Manassas* bloody plain,** — 

Our StonetoaWs Grave: By Esperanza. July 4, 1863. (C. C.) 

"Stranger, pause at this mound of clay, 
See it is fresh, and was made today;** — 

Over the (Mississippi) River: By Miss Maria E. Jones. (Alsb.) 

"Over the River there are fierce stem meetings. 
No kindly clasp of hand, no welcome call;" — 

Over the River: By Jane T. H. Cross. (W. G. S. from the Nash- 
ville Christian Advocate, 1861.) 

"We hail your 'stripes' and lessened 'stars' 
As one may hail a neighbor," — 

Over the River: By J. Daflfore: (E. V. M.) 

"Over the river — over the river — 
There where the soft lying shadows invite," — 

Over the River: By E. De Mondion. (Amaranth.) 

"The camp was hushed, the midnight passed. 
But the warriors their vigil kept,*'— f 

Over the River: (The Mississippi) : By Rev. J. E. Games. (Abb.) 

"Over the river. 
Our country is massing her band** — 

The Paean of the Coffinless Dead: Douglas, Arkansas, Mardi 6, 
1864. (G. G.) 

"The paean I sing of the co£Bnles8 dead — 
The heroes who wore the gray'* — 

Pardon and Peace: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"Pardon and peace! what music in those words. 
Meet for the angel's song!" — 

138 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Patience, Patience, My SpiriU By Kentucky. Oct. 20, 1862. 
(S. 0. S.) 

**Patience, patience, O my spirit I 
Only patience doth inherit'* — 

Patriotic Song: Air, ''Gathering of the Clans:'* by Dr. John W. 
Paine, of Lexington, Virginia, June 30, 1862. (Fag. from 
the Richmond Despatch.) 

"Rise, rise, mountain and valley men. 

Bald sire and beardless son, each come in order," — 

Patriotism: (R. R.) 

"The holy fire that nerved the Greek, 
To make his stand at Marathon," — 

Patriotism^ or Love? (S. 0. S.) 

'*Like a child tossed on the waves in scorn. 
Without a compass, I float on." — 

A Patriot's Death the Sign of a Brighter Morrow: Air, 'Tom 
Moore:" by Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

*'In blood the sun is setting. 

That this mom arose in clouds;" — 

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

"They are ringing Peace on my weary ear. 
No Peace to this heavy heart," — 

The Pelican Flag: (Bohemian from the New Orleans Sunday 

"Fling to the Southern wind 

The banner with its type of motherhood ;" — 

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

"O night wind! gently, softly blow 
Over the loved ones lying so low," — 

Pensacola: To My Son: By M. S., New Orleans, Louisiana. 
(R. R.) 

"Beautiful the land may be 

Its groves of palm, its laurel trees," 

The People in Grey: By Col. B. H. Jones. Johnson's Island, May 
12, 1865. (Sunny.) 

"A noble people were the People in Grey, 
However derided or slandered;" — 

Picayune Butter: Air, "All on hobbies." (West. Res.) 

"Old Fuss and Feathers, as we knew before. 

Sent away from down East to sack Baltimore." 

A Picture: (E. V. M. from the Savannah Morning News.) 

"We were sitting round the table 
Just a night or two ago" — 

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

''We pledge thee, Leet 
In water or wine," — 

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

"Not where the battle red. 
Covers with fame the dead," — 

A Poem Which Needs No Dedication: By James Barron Hope. 
(R. R.) 

"What! you hold yourselves as freemenP 
Tyrants love just such as ye I" — 

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

'*A flash from the edge of a hostile trench, 
A puff of smoke, a roar" — 

The Poor Soldier: A popular camp song of the sixty-second Ala- 
bama Regiment (The Boy Regiment). (C. S. B.) 

'"Little do rich people know 
What we poor soldiers undergo" — 

Pop Goes the Weasel: (J. M. S.) 

"King Abraham is very sick. 

Old Scott has got the measles," — 

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

"Poor Johhnie Pope, 
Has lost his coat," — 

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

"I see in the shadows nightly, 
The dream of a girlish face," — 

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

"Maiden, pray for thy lover now. 
Thro' all this starry night,"— 

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

"Before thy throne, O GodI 
Upon this blood-wet sod," — 

Prayer: By Fadette. (Amaranth.) 

"Lord God of Hosts! we lift our hearts to theel 

Our streaming eyes lift daily toward thy Throne" — 

140 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

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

"From Lincoln to Hick's 

From Dodge and old Dix/* — 

Prayer For My Only Son, Aged Fifteen, Now in the Service of Hii 
Country: Memphis, July 26, 1864. (Amaranth.) 

"God bless my daring, venturous boy, 
Where'er his feet may stray," — 

A Prayer for Peace: By Major S. Yates Levy: (Sunny.) 

"Almighty God! Eternal Sire and KingI 
Ruler Supreme! who all things didst create," — 

A Prayer for Peace: By G. H. S. Charleston, South Carolina. 
(S. L. M., Nov. and Dec., '63). (From the Record.) 

"Look forth, look forth, from the pale hills of time. 
Which, deepening in the distance, rise and swell," — 

A Prayer for Peace: By S. Teackle Wallis, of Maryland. (S. S.) 

"Peace! Peace! God of our fathers, grant us Peace! 
Unto our cry of anguish and despair," — 

A Prayer for the Souih: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"Oh God! my heart goes up to Thee 

For our brave men on land cmd sea," — 

Prayer of the South: By Father Abram J. Ryan. (Sunny.) 

"My brow is bent beneath a heavy rod! 
My face is wan and white with many woes," — 

President Davis: By Jane T. H. Cross. (W. G. S., published in 
the New York News, 1865.) 

"The cell is lonely and the night 
Has filled it with a darker light," — 

The President's Chair: Air, "Star Spangled Banner." (West 
Res.) / . ' 

"Ye Southrons arouse, and do bi^tUe, nor yidd . 
To the black northern hordes now infesting your borders," — 

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

"A woman paced with huhied step, her lone and dreary cell — 
The setting sun, with golden ray upon her dark hair fell," — 

The Printers of Virginia to ''Old Abe:'' By Harry C. Treakle, 
Norfolk, Virgmia, April 4, 1862. (R. ft.) 

"Though we're exempt, we're not the metal 
To keep in when duty caUs:" — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 141 

Prison on Lake Erie: By Asa Hartz, [Major George McEnight] 
Johnson's Island, February 1864. (W. L.) 

**The full round moon in God's blue bend 
Glides o*er her path so queenly," — 

Prison Reveries — Storm: By H. W. B., of Kentucky. Johnson's 
Island, August, 1863. (E. V. M., '69.) 

'The storm-capped waves are firecdy breaking 
With sullen roll and snowy crest," — 

The Prisoner's Dream: By Col. B. H. Jones, Johnson's Island, 
November, 1864. (Sunny.) 

"I dreamed *twas the Sabbath day, Letitia, 
The sky serene and blue," — 

A Prisoner's Fancy: By Col. W. S. Hawkins. (Sunny.) 

'Though I rest in a Prison, and long miles between us be. 

Past the guards and through the distance, sweet, my soul goes out to thee" — 

Prisoner's Lament: By Captain Clarkson of Missouri. Set to 
music by D. 0. Booker of Tennessee, whilje both were pris- 
oners of war on Johnson's Island. (Hubner.) 

"My home is on a sea girt isle. 
Far far away from thee" — 

The Prisoner of State: A. D., 1865. (C. C.) 

"I see him in his loathsome cell 
The martyr of a ruined cause," — 

A Private in the Ranks: Suggested by a chapter in "Macaria." 
By C. E. McC. Dauphin Island, May 5, A. D. 1864. 

(C. C.) 

**No tinselled bar his collar bears; 
No epaulette or star," — 

Privates in the Ranks: By Lieut. E. C. McCarthy. (Sunny.) 

"No golden bar his collar wears, 
No epaulette or star," — 

Private Maguire: (Alsb.) 

**Ach, its nate to be Captain or Colonel, 
Divil a bit would I want to be higher;" — 

Pro Aris el Focis: Song of the Spartan Rifleman: 1861. (R. 
N S. from the Spartansburg Express.) 

**Our banner the gift of the gentle and fair. 
How proudly it floats in the morning air," — 

Pro Memoria: Air, "There is rest for the weary." By Ina M. 
Porter, of Alabama. (W. G. S.) 

"Lo! the Southland Queen, emerginr 
From her sad and wintry gloom," 

142 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Prometheus Vinctus: By Fanny Downing. (E. V. M. '69.) 

**Proinetheu8 on the cold rock bound. 
The vulture at his heart," — 

Promise of Spring: (W. G. S.) 

'*The sun-beguiling breeze. 
From the soft Cuban seas," — 

Prosopopeia — Virginia'* Call to Arms: March, 1861. (S. L 
M., April, 1861.) 

'*Come from your mountain regions. 
Come from your plains afar," — 

Quam diu tandem abutere patientia no: By B., Baltimore, June 
30, 1861. (R. B. B. 4.) 

**Come gentle muse, give me your aid. 
Keen make my pen as Ashby*s blade! 

QuantreWs Call: Air, "Pirate's Serenade." (Im.) 

"Up, comrades up, the moon is in the west. 
And we must be gone at the dawn of the day," — 

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

**When the river floweth, 
Floweth to the sea," — 

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

**Rally round your country's flag, ye freemen of the South, 
Gird on your armor for the fray, go ye to battle forth," — 

Rally of the South: [By C. B. Northrup]. (Outcast.) 

**Gallant men of Southern blood," — 

Rally Round the Flag, Boys! (Army.) 

'*We are marching to the field, boys, we are going to the fight, 
Shouting the battle cry of Freedom." — 

Rally Round the Standard, Boys: (R. B. B. 94.) 

'*My heart is in the South, boys, my heart is not here. 
We will rally round the South, boys, for liberty, so dear," — 

Rallying Song of the Virginians: Air, "Scots, wha hae:" By 
Susan Archer TaUey. S. L. M., Ed. Table, June, 1861. (E. 


**Now rouse ye, gallant comrades all. 
And ready stand, in war's array," — 

Ranger's Farewell: By , of Col. Wm. H. Parson's Regi- 
ment. (Alsb.) 

**Come fathers, sons and brothers! it is your country's call I 
If you've the heart and courage to face a camion ball!" — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 143 

Ranger's Lay: Air, "I'll hang my harp on the vdllow tree." By 
Mrs. Mary L. Wilson. (Alsb.) 

"Here, for the cause that the valiant love, we claun the right to die! 
On the batUe-field shall our sabres prove that right is valued high,** — 

Ranger's Parting Song: By G. W. Archer, M. D. (E. V. M., '69.) 

**A mystic spell lures men to dwell 
Far far from wilds away,** — 

Rappahannock Army Song: By John C. McLemore. (W. 
G. S., from the Richmond Enquirer.) 

"The toil of the march is over — 
The pack wiU be borne no more** — 

Raden-Linden: By Col. B. H. Jones, Prisoner of War, ohnson's 
Island, November 3, 1864. (C. S. B.) 

"In prison, when the sun was up. 
Each "reb** licked clean his plate and cup** — 

Reading the List: (W. G. S.) 

"Is there any news of the war? she said — 
Only a list of the wounded and dead,** — 

The Reaper: Fort Taylord, N. C. (E. V. M.) 

"The apples are ripe in the orchard, 
The work of the reaper's begun,'* — 

The Reason Why: By Col. B. N. Jones. (Sunny.) 

"From streets and alleys float afar, 
The moanings of this famine war,*' — 

The Reason ''Why:'' By Rev. John Collins McCabe, D.D. Rich- 
mond, 1862. (S. L. M., Nov. and Dec., 1862.) 

"Is it *beyond all wonder* how amid the battle thunder. 

They can fight, those 'ragged wretches,* while your well dressed soldiers fly,*' — 

Rebel Prisoner: (Alsb.) 

"One morning, one morning, one morning in May, 
I heard a poor soldier lamenting, and say:** — 

The Rebel Sock: By Mrs. M. B. Clarke. (E. V. M., '69.) 

"In all the pomp and pride of war 
The Uncolnite was dressed,** — 

A Rebel Soldier, Killed in the Trenches Before Petersburg, Via., 
April i5, 1865: By A Kentucky Gu-1. (W. G. S.) 

"Killed in the trenches I How cold and bare 
The inscription graved on the white card there*' — 

Rebel Toasts: Or Drink It Down! (Alsb.) 

"O, here's to South Carolina I drink it down. 
Here's to South Carolina! drink it down,** — 

144 The Southern War Poetry of the CivU War 

RebeFs Dream: By A. F. Leovy. (Fag.) 

'*SoftJy in dreams of repose, 

A viaioii so pure and so sweet,'* — 

RebeFs Requiem: By Col. M. V. Moore of Auburn, Alabama. 

"Oh, give him a grave when the victory's won 
In the dust of his own dear clime," — 

RebeFs Retort: Air, "Cocachelunk." (R. B. B., 96.) 

**TeU us not we will make blunders. 
That our hopes are but a dream," — 

Rebels! *Tis a Holy Name: By Rev. Mr. Garesche, of St. Louis. 
(E. V. M. from the Atlanta Confederacy.) 

'^Rebels! 'Tis a holy name. 

The name our father's bore," — 

Recapture of Galveston: Air, "Happy Land of Canaan.'* By M. 
E. Beaver. (Alsb.) 

'*Now all you girls and boys 
Open your ears and hush your noise," — 

Recognition of the Southern Confederacy: Air, "Rosseau's Dream." 
(West. Res.) 

**Reoognize us, recognize us. 

From the South the noble cry," — 

The Recompense: By Captain J. B. Clarke, 18th Miss. Infantry. 

*Trom out the Irish peasant's hut 
There came a doleful wail," — 

The Recruiting Sergeant: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"I am a Southern Recruiting Sergeant, oho I 
The way that the ranks can be filled up I know" — 

Redeemed! By a Prisoner in solitary confinement. May 31» 
1865. (W. L.) 

"What, though the wrong, I have defied 
And smote it with the fleshy sword;" — 

The Red Zouave: (S. L. M., Nov., 186L) 

'The stars were bright, the breeze was still 
The cicada and the whippoorwill" — 

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

**A voice is heard in Ramaht" — 

High sounds are in the galet" — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 145 

Re-Enlist: By Mrs. Margarita J. Canedo. (S. B. P.) 

"What I shall we now throw down the blade, 
And doff the helmet from our brows?" — 

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

"Have ye no mercy? Punic rage 

Boasted small skill in torture, when" — 

Requiem for 1861: By H. C. B. (Bohemian from the Southern 
Field and Fireside.) 

"Year of terror, year of strife 
Year with evil passions rife," — 

Retreat of the Grand Army from Bull Run: Air, "Sweet Evelina." 
By Ernest Clifton, (Mr. Piersol of Baltimore,) Baltimore, 
Maryland. (R. B. B., 11.) 

"Way down in Virginia, 
That glorious old State,"— 

Retreat of the 60,000 Lincoln Troops: July 15, 1861. (R. B. B., 

" 'Twas a dear and a beautiful day. 
And the sun was in the sky," — 

The Return: (W. G. S.) 

"Three years I I wonder if she'll know me? 
I limp a little, and I left one arm" — 

The Return Home: Philadelphia, July, 1865. (W. L.) 

"Aye, give them welcome home, fair South I 
For you they've made a deathless name;" — 

Rich Mountain: By William H. Holcombe, M.D. (S. L. M., 
Nov., 1861.) 

"The clash of arms, the tread of hurrying feet. 
Shoutings and groans, and victory and retreat," — 

A Richmond Heroine: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.) 

"A pretty girl, through whose soft hair 
Daintily played warm Southern air," — 

Richmond is a Hard Road to Travel: Air, "Jordan is a Hard Road 
to Travel." Dedicated to General A. E. Bmnside. (C. 
S. B.) 

"Would you like to hear my song — I'm afraid it's rather long. 
Of the famous "On to Richmond" double trouble;" — 

Richmond on the James: By Anna Marie Welby, Louisville, Ken- 
tucky, July, 1862. (E. V. M.) 

"A soldier boy from Bourbon, lay gasping on the field. 
When the battle's shock was over and the foe was forced to yield;" — 

146 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Riding a Raid: Air, "Bonny Dundee." (E. V. M.) 

*' 'Tis old Stonewall the Rebel that leans on his sword. 
And while we are mounting prays low to the Lord:" — 

Rode's Brigade Charge at Seven Pines: By W. P. C, of Yirgima. 
(E. V. M.) 

"Down by the valley, 'mid thunder and' lightning, 
Down by the valley, 'mid jettings of light," — 

Root Hog or Die: The Camp Version. (J. M. S.) 

**Abe Lincoln keeps kicking up a fuss. 
Think he'd better stop, for he'll only make it worse," — 

A Rumor of Peace: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.) 

**I think a voice divine hath stirrred the air; 
I do not breathe so heavily," — 

Rum Raid at Velasco: Air, "Dixie." By Waul's Legion, written 
by one of the Bucket-eers. (Alsb.) 

"One night when we were getting dry, 
A little old whiskey was the cry:" — 

The Run from Manasses Junction: (P. P. B.) 

"Yankee Doodle went to war 
On his litUe pony" — 

Run Yanks, or Die! Air, "Root Hog, or Die." By T. W. 
Crowson. (Alsb.) 

"Now if you all will listen while I relate 
About the cause of Freedom you're here to calculate:" — 

Sabbath Bells: (E. V. M. from the Charleston Mercury.) 

'Those Sabbath bellsl Those Sabbath bellsl 
No more their soothing music tells." — 

Sabine Pass: Dedicated to the Davis Guards — ^the Living and 
the Dead. By Mrs. M. J. Young. (Alsb.) 

"Sabine Pass in letters of gold 

Seem written upon the sky today" — 

Sacrifice: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.) 

"Another victim to the sacrifice I 
Oh I my own mother South," — 

St. John, the Baptist, Patron ofSoulh Carolina: [By C. B. North- 
rup]. (Outcast.) 

"Eternal glory to our patron saint" — 

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

"The crystal streams, the pearly streams. 
The streams in sunbeams flashing," — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 147 

The Santa Fe Volunteer: Air, "Mary's Dream." (Alsb.) 

"O when I went away from you, it fill*ed my heart with grief and woe; 
You gave to me the parting hand, wishing me safe in yonder land:" — 

The Saucy LiUle Turtle: Air, "Coming through the Rye." (R. 
B. B., 99.) 

"Down in Mississippi river. 
The other day,"— 

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

"Thou hast not drooped thy stately head. 
Thy woes a wondrous beauty shed" — 

Savannah Fallen: By Alethea S. Burroughs, of Georgia. (W. 
G. S.) 

"Bowing her head to the dust of the earth. 
Smitten and stricken is she," — 

Scenes: By Paul H. Hayne. (Amaranth from the Southern 
Illustrated News.) 

"Oh, God I if gifted with an angel*s flight. 
And somewhat of an angeFs mystic sight," — 

Scene in a Country Hospital: By Paul H. Hayne. (Amaranth, 
from the Southern Illustrated News.) 

"Here, lonely, wounded and apart. 

From out my casement's glimmering round," — 

The Sea-Kings of the South: By Edward C. Bruce, of Winchester, 
Virginia. (W. G. S. from the Richmond SentineU March 30, 

"Full many have sung of the victories our warriors have won. 
From Bethel, by the eastern tide, to sunny Galveston" — 

Sea-Weeds: Written in Exile: By Annie Chambers Eetchum. 
(W. G. S.) 

"Friend of the thoughtful mind and genUe heart I 
Beneath the citron-tree" — 

Secession, or Uncle Sam*s Troublesome Daughters: 1862. (C. C.) 

"Waking up one lovely morning. 
In the Autumn's rarest prime" — 

Senunes' Stvord: By Mrs. Margaret J. Preston. Beechmore, 
1866. (E. V. M.) 

"Into the sea he hurled it. 
Into the weltering sea," — 

The Sentinel: Hanover County, Virginia, January 1, 1862. 

"When the curtains are drawn and the candles are lit. 
And cozy and warm by the fire-side I sit," — 

148 The Southern War Poelry of the Civil War 

The SerUineFs Dream of Home: By Col. A. M. Hobby, Galveston, 
February 1, 1864. (Alsb.) 

" Tib dead of night, nor voice, nor sound breaks on the stiUness of the air, 
The waning moon goes coldly down on frozen fields and forests bare." — 

The SerUineFs Reverie: By Mrs. Margaret Piggot. Petersburg, 
March 25, 1863. (S. L. M.. April, '63.) 

**I face my dull round by the bank of the river. 
About me the night, and before me the foe;*' — 

Sentry's Call: "Half-past ten o'clock and all is well I" By W. 
L. Sibley. Prisoner, Johnson's Island, 1865. (W. L.) 

* 'Silence, deep, profound, mysterious. 
Gains her way with subUe power," — 

The Serenade of the 300,000 Federal Ghosts: Respectfully dedi- 
cated to Old Black Abe. (R. B. B., 58.) 

"From the batUe field afar, where the wounded and the dying, 
Are lying side by side, while serried hosts are flying,*' — 

177&-1861: Air, "Bruce's Address." (E. V. M.) 

"Sons of the South I from hill and dale. 
From mountain top, and lowly vale," — 

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

**Ye spirits of the glorious dead I 
Ye watchers in the sky!" — 

Shades of Our Fathers: An Ode. By W. Gilmore Simms. (S. 
L. M., Feb. and March, '62.) 

**Shades of our Fathers! Shall it be. 
That we whose sires were ever free," — 

Shell the City! Shell! By W. Gihnore Simms. (W. G. S.) 

**SheU the cityt sheUI 
Ye myrmidons of Hell;" — 

The Shenandoah Sufferers: By A Voice from New England. A. 
D., 1864. (C. C.) 

**The Shenandoah Valley, the garden of earth 
When beauty and plenty sprang joyously forth" — 

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

'*In this city of Atlanta, on a dire and dreadful day, 

*Mid the raging of the conflict, *mid the thunder of the fray,"— 

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

'*Come listen to my good old Song, 
About a Bum m-e-r" — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 149 

Shiloh! Louisiana, June, 1862. (Alsb.) 

**Night brooded o*er the Federal camp. 
And the breeze blew soft and free," — 

Shiloh: By Margaret Stilling: (Bohemian, from the Richmond 


"Golden lights on the purple hills, 

A rosy blush on the valleys fair," — 

The Ship of State: Sonnet. (W. G. S., from the Charleston 

"Here lie the peril and necessity 
That need a race of giants — a great realm** — 

The Ship of StaU: By Mrs. C. A. Warfield. (E. V. M.) 

"A good ship o'er a stormy sea. 
Before the gale is driving," — 

Short Rations: A Song — dedicated to the Comfed Army of 
Tennessee. In the field near Dalton, Georgia. December 
22, 1863. (W. F.) 

"Fair ladies and maids of all ages. 

Little 'girls and cadets however youthful*' — 

ShoU By Kentucky. (S. O. S.) 

"O Brain, come quickly with your art. 

Show me some scenes to calm my heart," — 

Shot through the Heart: By Ina M. Porter. (B. E.) 

"Across the brown and wintry mom. 
Borne on the soft wind's wing," — 

Sic Semper: By a Virginian. (R. B. B., 98.) 

"Enthroned in obloquy, Abe Lincoln sits. 
And with his weighty axe, a rail he splits," — 

Sic Semper Tyrannis: By Fanny Downing. (Amaranth.) 

"They have torn off the crown from her beautiful brow. 
Yet she never seemed half so majestic as now," — 

Sic Semper Tyrranis! By Wm. M. Holcombe, M.D. (S. L. 
M., Oct., '61.) 

"When the bloody and perjur'd usurper called forth 
His minions and tools — ^to the shame of the North I" — 

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

"There's silence in the prison. 
There's silence on the shore," — 

The Silent March: By Walker Meriweather BeU. (W. L.) : 

"O'ercome with weariness and care 
The war-worn veteran lay," — 

150 The Souihem War Poetry of the Civil War 

The Single Star and The Palmetio Banner: [By C. B. Northrup]. 

"Alone the single star 
Of our clear state is gleaming," — 

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

**Ho, gallants! brim the beaker bowl. 
And click the festal glasses, oh I** — 

The Soldier: (Army.) 

** Tis not on the battle-field 

That I would wish to die," — 

Soldier, I Stay to Pray for Thee: By J. S. Thorrington. (Fag.) 

**Lady, I go to fight for thee, 
Where gory banners wave," — 

The Soldier in the Rain: By Julia L. Keyes. (W. G. S., from 
the Patriot and Mountaineer.) 

**Ah me I the rmn has a sadder sound 
Than it ever had before," — 

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

*'What is glory? A perfume whose own exhalations 
Itself must exhaust in the end;" — 

The Soldier of the Cross: Suggested by Bishop Polk's appoint- 
ment in the rebel army. (P. & P. B. from the Savannah 


'*Down from the hill where earthly dross 
Ne'er stained the sacred feet," — 

The Soldier Who Died Today: Macon, Georgia, A. D., 1863. 

(C. C.) 

"Only a humble cart 

Threading the careless crowd," — 

The Soldier's Amen: (Alsb.) 

"As a couple of good soldiers were walking one day. 
Said one to the other, 'Let's kneel down and pray* I " — 

The Soldier's Battle Prayer: (Selected.) (S. L. M., April, '62.) 

"Father, I trust theel 
Life, was thy gift, thou can*st now shield it," — 

Soldier's Dear Old Home: By Rev. Mr. Joyce, Chaplain Arizona 
Brigade. (Alsb.) 

"We are a band of brothers. 

Wild and fearless will we roam" — 

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The Soldier's Death: By A. B. Cunningham. (Alsb.) 

**The night-doud had lowered o*er Shiloh's red plain. 

And the blast howFd sadly o'er wounded and slain/* — 

A Soldier's Dream: (C. S. B.) 

**La8t night as I toasted 
My wet feet and roasted" — 

The Soldier's Dream: (Lee) 

'*Our bugles sand truce, for the night cloud had lowr'd, 
And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky," — 

Soldier's Dream: By Fr. Sulzner. (Fag.) 

"I am dreaming of thee. 
Dearest, I am dreaming still of thee," — 

Soldier's Farewell: Air, * Rosin the Bow." (Randolph.) 

**HarkI the tocsin is sounding, my comrades — 
Bind your knapsacks, away let us go," — 

Soldier's Farewell: By John H. Hewitt: (Lee.) 

"The bugle sounds upon the plain. 
Our men are gath-ring fast;" — 

The Soldier's Farewell to his Wife: By Wm. K. CampbeU, Green- 
ville, S. C. James Island, 1862. (E. V. M.) 

*'Side by side and hand in hand. 
Silently we sit;" — 

The Soldier's Grave: (J. M. S.) 

**0h stranger, tread lightly, *tis holy ground here. 
In death's cold embrace, the soldier sleepeth there," — 

The Soldier's Grave: By Pearl. (E. V. M. from the Victoria 

** 'Tis where no chiseFs tracing tells 
The humble sleeper's name," — 

The Soldier's HeaH: By F. P. Beaufort. (S. B. P.) 

"The trumpet calls, and I must go. 
To meet the vile, invading foe;" — 

Soldier's Lament: By Wm. Lewis, Kau£Pman Co., Texas. (Alsb.) 

'*Last Christmas day I left my home, my children and my wife* 
Far, far away I had to go, and lead a soldier's life;" — 

The Soldier's Last Combat: By Mrs. Elizabeth E. Harper, Oc- 
tober, 1861. (E. V. M.) 

'*The soldier girded his armor on. 
The fire of hope in his bright eye shone," — 

Soldier's Letters: (E. V. M., '69.) 

"The maill the maill 
And sun-burned cheeks and eager eyes" — 

152 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

The Soldier's Mission: By A. W. Morse. (Fag.) 

**Ha8te thee, falter not, noble patriot band. 
Bravely meet thy lot, firm maintain thy stand,*' — 

The Soldier's Return: By Anna Ward. January, 1862. (Im.) 

**I>id he come in the pride of manhood. 
Flushed with a soldier^s fameP" — 

Soldier's Song of Pass Camllo: By Col. C. G. Forahey, C. S. Eng. 
Fort E^peranza, Pass Cavallo. March, 1862. (Alsb.) 

"Down the Matagorda Bay, flow the waters smooth and shallow. 
Gaining fleetness on the way, hurrying down to Pass Cavallo;'* — 

Soldier's SuU of Gray: By Carrie BeUe Sinclair. (Alsb.) 

''I've seen some handsome uniforms deck*d off with buttons bright, 
And some that are so very gay they almost blind the sight;" — 

The Soldier's Stoeet Home: Air, "Home, Sweet Home." By 
Mrs. Mary L. Wilson, San Antonio. (Alsb.) 

**The soldier who o'er the lone prairie doth roam, 
Oft sighs for the far distant pleasures of home" — 

A Solemn Dirge: Placarded in Charleston, 186 — , on the re- 
moval of Gen. Sickles. (Mr. Samuel's Scrapbook, Ridgway) 

"King Dan is dead — he breathed his last. 
We ne'er see him more,** — 

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

**One very funny habit when this cruel war am done. 
Will conunon as the devil be, to each and every one,** — 

Somebody's Darling: By Miss Marie Lacoste, of Savannah, 
Georgia. (E. V. M. firom the Southern Churchman.) 

''Into a ward of the whitewashed walls 
Where the dead and dying lay** — 

Song: Air, "Faintly Flow Thy Falling River." (E. V. M.) 

"Here we bring a fragrant tribute, 
To the bed where valor sleeps,** — 

Song: Air, "Happy Land of Canaan." (R. B. B., 40.) 

**You Rebels come along and listen to my song 
The subject of the same is not worth naming,'* — 

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

'*Rebel is a sacred name. 
Traitor, too, is glorious;** — 

The Souihem War Poetry of the Civil War 153 

Song, BuWs Run: (R. B. B., 13.) 

"Come gentle muse, give me your aid. 

Sharp make my pen as Ashby*8 blade'* — 

A Song for Dogs: 1864. (West. Res.) 

"Our fathers were men in the days that are past — 
What a pity it is that our fathers are dead I 

Song for the Irish Brigade: By Shamrock of the Sumpter Rifles. 
(R. R.) 

"Not now for the songs of a nation's wrongs, 
Nor the groans of starving labor,*' 

Song for the South: (Randolph) 

"A shout I a wild glad shout of joy I 
Hoi all ye sons of freedom, rise'* — 

Song for the South: (R. R.) 

"Of all the mighty nations, in the East or in the West, 
Our glorious Southern nation is the greatest and the best;*' — 

Song of Hooker's Picket: (Fag. from the Southern Illustrated 
News, February 21, 1863) 

"I'm 'nation tired of being hired 
To fight for a shilling a day;" — 

Song of our Glorious Southland: By Mrs. Mary Ware. (W. G. S. 
from the Southern Field and Fireside.) 

"Oh, sing of our glorious Southland, 
The pride of the golden sun I" — 

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

"Spring has come! Spring has come! 

The brightening earth, the sparkling dew" — 

Song of the Baltimore Rebels: Air, "Wait For the Wagon." (R. 
B. B., 77.) 

"Let us join the army. 
Let us join the army, and drive the Hessians home," — 

Song of the'' Bloody Sixth' ' at Camp Chase, Ohio: (Alsb.) 

"We have sung of Benny Havens and Camp McCullough, O — 
When cups were filled with good old Rye in happy days of yore;*' — 

Song of the C. R.'s of M.: Air, "Villikms and his Dinah." By 
F. B. (W. F.) 

"Our motto is fun and though dark be the hour 
His heart is a craven's who lets it go sour;'* — 

The Song of the Drum: (R. B. B., p. 100.) 

"Oh, the drum, it ratUes so loud, 
When it calls me, with its rattle," — 

151 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

The Song of the Exile: Air, "Dixie." By B, Mariinsburg, Vir- 
ginia, December 10, 1861. (C. S. B.) 

**0 here I am in the land of cotton, 
The flag once honored is now forgotten** — 

Song of the Fifth Texas Regiment: Air, "Happy Land of Canaan.\ 


**0I the Bayou City Guards, they will never ask for odds. 
When the Yankees in a close place get them, ha I ha I" — 

Song of the First Virginia Cavalry: (Amaranth from the South- 
ern Illustrated News.) 

**Mount I Mount! and away I 
Stay not to entwine" — 

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

**A freedman sat on a pile of bricks. 

As the rain was pattering down" — 

Song of the Privateer: By Quien SabeP Baltimore, October 10, 
1861. (R. B. B.) 

**Away o'er the boundless sea 
With steady hearts and free" — 

Song of the Privateer: By Alexander H. Cummins: (R. R.) 

'^Fearlessly the seas we roam. 

Tossed by each briny wave;" — 

Song of the Rebel: By Esten Cooke, Camp "No Camp." De- 
cember 1, 1862. (W. L.) 

'*0h! not a heart in all our host 
But feels a noble thrill," — 

Song of the Sentinel: (Bohemian from the Richmond Dispatch) 

**Sleep, comrade! sleep in slumbers deept 
No foe across our line shall creep;" — 

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

*'I think of you, my child. 

While the long hours move slow;" — 

The Song of the Snow: By Mrs. M. J. Preston, Lexington, Vir- 
ginia. (C. S. B.) 

**HaltI the march is over 

Day is almost done" — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 155 

Song of the SoiUh: (Bohemian, from the New Orleans Sunday 

**The genius of the Western world, 
Stood silent by the sea;" — 

The Song of the South: (R. R.) 

**Hurrah for the South, the glorious South I the land of song and story — 
Her name shall ring and the world shall sing her honor, fame and glory;" — 

Song of the SoiUh: Choir: (Amaranth from The Land We Love.) 

**Sing us a song of the South we love I 
01 minstrel sing us a song!" — 

Song of the Southern Soldier: Air, "Barclay and Perkin's Dray- 
man.'* By P. E. C. (C. C, from the Richmond Examiner.) 

**Vm a soldier, you see, that oppression has made, 
I don*t fight for pay or for booty," — 

Song of the Southern Women: By Julia Mildred. (P. & P. B.) 

**0 Abraham Lincoln I we call thee to hark 
To the song we are singing, we Joans of Arc." — 

The Song of the Su)ord: Suggested at seeing a sick and wounded 
Confederate soldier left to die at the Crater farm, near Peters- 
burg, Virginia, May 26, 1866 [1864?]. (C. C.) 

"Weary and wounded and worn. 
Wounded and ready to die," — 

Song of the Texas Rangers: Inscribed to Mrs. John H. Wharton. 
Air, "YeUow Rose of Texas." By Mrs. J. D. Young. (E. V. 


"The morning star is paling, 
The camp fires flicker low," — 

Song of the Times: (Hopkins.) 

"Let hard times assail us. 
Let poverty nail us" — 

Song of the Washington Volunteers: (Randolph.) 

"When war*8 fierce trumpet notes resounded. 
Whose bold, defiant shouts were sounded?" — 

Song on General Scott: Tune, "Poor Old Horse, Let Him Die." 
ByN. B. J. (P. &P. B.) 

"Virginia had a son 

Who gathered up some fame" — 

Song Written for the ''GiUner Blues" of Lexington^ Georgia: Air, 
"Dixie." By E. Young. (Bohemian.) 

"Conorades, come and join the chorus. 
Sing for the land whose flag waves o'er us," — 

156 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Sonnet: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.) 

**Man makes his own dread fates, and these in turn 
Create his tyrants. In our lust and passion*' — 

Sonnet: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.) 

"Democracy hath done its work of ill. 
And, seeming freemen, never to be free,** — 

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

**Rise from your gory ashes stem and pale. 
Ye martyred thousands!** — 

Sonnet to Mrs. Isabella Quinnell: By F. B., Globe Hospital, Rich- 
mond, May, 1862. (W. F.) 

**The soldier lays upon his helpless bed 
Far from his home, reft of maternal care;** — 

Sonnet: To Resistance: By W. H. P. (S. L. M., May, '62 from 
the New Orleans Delta.) 

**Shriek out hoarse guns into the startled airl 
A nation*s Liberty I a Nation's Peace,** — 

Sonnet Written in 186^: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.) 

"What right to freedom when we are not free? 
When all the passions goad us into lust;** — 

Sons of Freedom: By Nanny Gray. (Bohemian from the Rich- 
mond Whig.) 

"Sons of Freedom, on to glory. 

Go, where brave men do or die,** — 

Sons of Kentucky: (Randolph.) 

"Kentucky's Sons I and will ye serviles be. 
While Southrons rise their honor to defend?** — 

Sons of the South: Air, "Bruce's Address." (Randolph.) 

"Sons of the South! from hill and dale. 
From mountain top and lowly vale,** — 

Sons of the Souths Arise! By W. G. Simms. (S. L. M., Febru- 
ary and March, '62.) 

"Sons of the South, no longer sleep. Arise, 
The foeman*s foot is planted on your shores,** — 

Souls of Heroes: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.) 

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

Soul of the SoiUh, an Ode: By Wm. Gilmore Sinuns. (S. L. M., 
February and March, '62.) 

" *Twas a goodly boon that our fathers gave. 
And it fits but ill to be held by the slave,** — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 157 

The South: (Md. Hist. B.) 

"The South I wonder every heart, 
Don't with emotion beat;" — 

The SoiUh (1865): By G, Savannah, Georgia, August 17, 1865. 

(W. L.) 

**Her head is bowed downwards: so pensive her air, 
As she looks on the ground with her pale, solemn face," — 

The South: By Father Ryan. (C. S. B.) 

"Yes, give me the land 

Where the ruins are spread,' — 

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

"The bright rose of beauty, unnurtured by art. 
And purity's lily doth thrive in thy heart' — 

The South and North: (R. B. B., 101.) 

"The Southrons and the Northers, oh 
Have got into a fight," — 

The South for Me: (R. R.) 

"The South for me I the sunny dime, 

Where earth is clothed in beauty's hue" — 

The South in Arms: By Rev. J. B. Martin. (R. R.) 

"Oh I see ye not the sight sublime. 
Unequalled in all previous time" — 

The South is Up: By P. E. C. (R. R.) 

"The South is up in stem array — 
Chasseurs and Zouaves and Gallic Guard" — 

The South; Or, I Love Thee the More: (Alsb.) 

"My heart in its sadness turns fondly to thee. 
Dear land where our loved ones fought hard to be free" — 

The South Our Country: By E. M. Thompson. (Fag.) 

"Our country, our country, oh where may we find. 
Amid all the proud relics of legion or story," — 

Souihem Carolina, A Patriotic Ode: Charleston, South Carolina, 
1861. (Md. Hist. B.) 

"Land of the Palmetto tree 

Sweet home of liberty" — 

Soulh Carolina: By S. Henry Dickson. December 20, 1860. 
(W. G. S.) 

"The deed is done! the die is cast; 
The glorious Rubicon is passed" — 

158 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

South Carolina: By Gossipium. (W. G. S. from the Char- 
leston Mercury,) 

''My brave old Country! I have watched thee long. 
Still ever first to rise against the wrong;" — 

South Carolina: By Willie Lightheart: (Bohemian from the 
Charleston Courier.) 

**My land, my Carolina, dear I 
My warm, bright sunny home'* — 

South Carolina Hymn of Independence: Air, "The Marseillaise." 
[By C. B. Northnip]. (Outcast) 

**South Carolinians! proudly see 
Our state proclaimed to all the world" — 

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

**Sing hot for the Southerner's meteor flag 
As 'tis flung in its pride to the breeze," — 

A Southern BaUle Hymn: May 25, 1861. (C. C.) 

**God of our fathers! King of Kings I 
Lord of the earth and sea!" — 

Southern BaUle Song: Air, "Bruce's Address.*' (R.R.) 

''Raise the Southern flag on high I 
Shout aloud the battle-cry!" 

Southern Battle Song: By C. [James CahillP] Baltimore, Octo- 
ber, 1862. (R. B. B., 102.) 

''Come gallant sons of noble sires. 

Whose bosoms glow with patriotic fires!" — 

Southern Border Song: Air, "Blue Bonnets over the Border." 
(S. L. M., July, 1861.) 

"March! March! Southerners fearlessly march! 
Have ye not heard of the ruthless marauder?" — 

Southern Captives: By Captain Sam Houston. (Alsb.) 

"Softly comes the twilight, stealing softly through my prison bars; 
While from out the vault of heaven genUy glimmering come the stars;"— 

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

"You can never win them back; 
Never, never ;' ' — 

The Southern Cross: (R. R.) 

"Fling wide each fold, brave flag, unrolled, 
In all thy breadth and length!" — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 159 

ie Southern Cross: To his ExceUency President Davis, from his 
fellow citizens, EUen Key Blunt, and J. T. Mason Blunt, 
of Maryland and Virginia. Paris, 1862. (S. L. M., Sep- 
tember and October, 1862.) (R. R.) 

*'In the name of God I Amen I 
Stand for our Southern rights!* — 

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

**OhI say can you see through the gloom and the storm. 
More bright for the darkness, that pure constellationP** — 

he Southern Flag: Air, **A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea." 


**Three cheers for the Southern flag. 
That floats upon the gale,*' — 

mthem Flag: By Lt. Sam Houston. (Alsb.) 

"'Flag of the South I whose golden folds 
Shine with a nation's stars new-bom,** — 

Souihern Gathering Song: Air, "Hail Columbia." By L. Vir 
ginia French. (R. R.) 

**Sons of the South, beware the foe I 
Hark to the murmur deep and low** — 

outhern Girl and Parody: The Homespun Plaid: (R. B. B., 104.) 

'*0h, call me not a Southern girl, 
Vm weary of the name;** — 

Southern GirFs Song: Air, "Come away, love." By Ken- 
tucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"Come away, love, from our foes, love; 
Come and seek a nobler cause" — 

he Souihern Homes in Ruin: By R. B. Vance, of North Carolina. 

(W. G. S.) 

"Many a gray-haired sire has died 
As faUs the oak — ^to rise no more,** — 

outhem Land: Air, ^'Dixie's Land." (C. S. B. from the Char- 
leston Courier.) 

**We dwell where skies are bright above us, 
Cheered by smiles from all who love us," — 

outhern Marseillaise: Air, "Marseilles Hymn." (Randolph.) 

'"Soldiers, rouse ye to the battle, 

Arm, arm ye at your country's call,*' — 

ouihern Marseillaise: (J. M. S.) 

'"Sons of the South! awake to glory, 
A thousand voices bid you rise,** — 

160 The Southern War Poelry of the Civil War 

Southern Marseillaise: (Beau.) 

"Ye men of Southern hearta and feeling, 
Ann, Ann I your struggling country calls** — 

The Southern Matron to Her Son: Air, "Oh, No, My Love, No." 
(R. B. B., 105.) 

**I weep as I leave you, with bitter emotion. 
Yet view me in kindness, refraining from Uame;** — 

Southern Mother's Lament: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

**The head that lay upon my breast — 
O God! elsewhere it findeth rest,** — 

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

**By the cross upon our banner. 
Glory of one Southern sky,*' — 

Southern Patriotism: January, 1861. (R. N. S. from the Spart- 
ansburg Express) 

**Love thy country, thus each sire 
With the lesson undefined,*' — 

The Southern Patriot's Lament: Written m Fort Warren Prison 
in 1864. (Amaranth.) 

**I am a captive on a hostile shore. 

Caged like the falcon from its native skies,** — 

Southern Pleiades: By Laura Lorrimer. (Bohemian from the 
Nashville Patriot.) 

*'When first our Southern flag arose. 
Beside the heaving sea," — 

Southern Prisoner Gives His Thanks to the Baltimore Ladies: Air, 
"American Boy." (R. B. B., 72.) 

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

The Southern Republic: By Olive Tully Thomas, Mississippi. 
(W. G. S.) 

*'In the galaxy of nations 
A nation's flag unfurled,*' — 

A Southern Scene, 1862: (E. V. M.) 

"Oh Mammy have you heard the news?'* 
Thus spake a Southern child," — 

Southern Sentiment: By Rev. A. M. Box. (Alsb.) 

"The North may think the South will yield. 
And seek for a place in the Union again;" — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 161 

Southern Sentiment: (Same as The Northern Hordes). Air, 
''Let Haughty Gaul Invasion Threat." By B., Baltimore, 
October 6, 1861. (R. B. B., 106:) 

*'The Northern hordes invasion threat. 
But we are not alarmed;" — 

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

**Bob Roebuck is my sweetheart's name, 
He*8 off to the wars and gone," — 

Southern Soldier Boy: By Father A. J. Ryan. (Fag.) 

**Young as the youngest who donned the gray. 
True as the truest who wore it," — 

Southern Song: Tune, "Wait for the Wagon." (R. R. from the 
Raleigh Register.) 

**Come all ye sons of freedom. 
And join our Southern band," — 

A Southern Song: By Miss Maria Grason, Queen Anne Co., 
Md. (E. V. M., '69.) 

**While crimson drops our hearthstone stains. 
And Northern despots forge our chain," — 

Southern Song: By L. M. (R. R. from the Louisville Courier.) 

*'If ever I consent to be married, 
(And who would refuse a good mateP" — 

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

"Fly to the South, come fly to me 
In Richmond there's a home for thee;" — 

A Southern Song: Reply to the Virginia Girl's Address to her 

Maryland Lover. By 0. H. S. Cola. Baltimore, 

1861. (R. B. B., 2.) 

**Farewell to submission 
Whoever may crave," — 

Southern Song of Freedom: Air, "The Minstrels' Return." By 
J. H. H. (R. R.) 

**A Nation has sprung into bfe 

Beneath the bright Cross of the South" — 

Southern Union: (Randolph.) 

**Hail to the new-bom nation I hail! 

Shout till our plaudits reach the sky," — 

162 The Southern War Poelry of the Civil War 

The Soulhern Wagon in Kentucky: Air, "Wait for the Wagon." 
By Kentucky. (S. O. S.) 

**Some Southern wit, deriding, said they must take up behind. 
The old Comcracker State, because at first she was too blind" — 

Southern War Cry: Air, "Scots Wha Hae." (R. R. from the 
New Orleans Picayune.) 

* 'Countrymen of Washington I 
Countrymen of Jefferson I** — 

Southern War Song: Air, "Scots Wha Hae." By Baltimore. 
(Md. Hist. B.) 

* 'Southrons, lot thy tyrant's hand. 
Stained with blood, pollutes your land,"^ 

Southern War Song: Air, "Fm Afloat." (R. B. B., 108.) 

**We shall win I we shall win I for our cause it is just. 
Our arms ever ready, and in God is our trust,'*^- 

A Southern War Song: ByP. H. (R. B. B.) 

* 'Arise ye Southern heroes, and gird your armor on. 
The battle of your liberty is shortly to be won," — 

Southern War Song: By N. P. W. (R. R. from the Louisville 

"To horse I to horse! our standard flies. 
The bugles sound the call;** — 

Southern Wife: By Walker Merriweather Bell, of Kentucky. 

"A price is on my darling*s head, 

Outlawed and hunted down;** — 

Southern Woman's Song: (R. R. from the New Orleans Pic- 

"Stitch, stitch, stitch 

Little needle swiftly fly,** — 

Southern Women: By Jay W. Bee, P. A. C. S., Johnson's Island, 
Ohio, December, 1864. (W. L.) 

"God bless our women, brave and true I 

For them stem death we Southrons dare;*' — 

Southern Yankee Doodle: (Randolph.) 

"The Yankee bigots say they'll tear 
Our Southron Flag asunder,** — 

Southern Yankee Doodle: Air, "Yankee Doodle." (R. B. B., 

"The gallant Major Anderson I 
A bold and fearless Ranger,** — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 163 

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

**They sing of the East 
With its flowery feast," — 

The SouUiland Fears No Foeman: By J. W. M. Anniesdale, near 
Murfreesboro, North Carolina. (S. L. M., February, 1861.) 

**The Southland fears no foeman, 
Her eagles yet are free;" — 

The Southron Mother's Charge: By Thomas B. Hood, New Or- 
leans, Louisiana. (R. R.) 

"You go, my son, to the battle field — 
To repel the invading foe;" — 

Southrons 0! (W. L.) 

**By the cross upon our bcumer. 
Glory of our Southern sky," — 

The Southron's War Song: By J. A. Wagener of South Carolina 
(E. V. M. from the Charleston Courier, June 11, 1861.) 

*^AriseI Arisel with main and might. 
Sons of the sunny climel" — 

Southron's Watchword: (In Imitation of an English Song of the 
Crimean War.) By M. F. Bigney, 1861. (Fag.) 

"What shall the Southron's watchword be. 
Fighting for us on land and seaP" — 

Southrons! Yield Not to Despair! (Written by a young lady of 
Baltimore, unmediately after a late reverse of our cause.) 
(S. L. M., Feb., '64.) 

**SouthronsI yield not to despair — 
Weep not, mothers, wives forlorn;" — 

The South's Appeal to Washington: (C. C.) 

**Say, wouldst thou tamely standP 
Say, wouldst thou see" — 

Spare Us, Good Lord! Written while was playing "Lurlei." 

By Kentucky. (S. O. S.) 

**By thy sad Passion, hear us. 
Send living hope to cheer us;" — 

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

** Arise Confederates! hear your country's call I 
The hour is come, the hour to do or die," — 

The Spirit of '60: (Bohemian from the Columbus Times.) 

*'Sons of the South arise. 
Your insulted country cries," — 

164 The Soulhern War Poetry of the Civil War 

The Spirits of the Fathers: By Henry Lomas. (R. R.) 

**We are watching that land when Liberty awoke, — 
Like beams of the morning through darkness it broke,'* — 

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

**Spring with that nameless pathos in the air — 
Which dwells with all things fair,*' — 

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

**Stack arms!' Fve gladly heard the cry 
When, weary with the dusty tread," — 

Stand By Your Flag: (Randolph.) 

**Stand by your flag, ye Southrons brave. 
You hold it as fair Freedom's trust," — 

The standard Bearer: Respectfully dedicated to Miss Belle B. 
Taylor of Richmond, Virginia. By Major J. N. P. Music 
by N. S. Coleman. Published by Geo. Dunn & Co., Rich- 
mond, Virginia. (R. B. M., 1864.) 

**A shout, a shout for Victory! 

A cheer from the blood-red field," — 

Star of the South: (S. L. M., April, '61.) 

**Star of the South I Break forth on the nation I 
Break forth o'er the land, beam out of the seal" — 

Star of the West: (R. R.) 

*'I wish I was in de land o' cotton, 
Old Times dair ain't not forgotten" — 

Star of the West: or The Reinforcement: [By C. B. Northnip.] 

* 'Glory be to God on high I 

Glory be to the God of right I"— 

Starry Cross of the Sunny South: A vision. (W. L.) 

**The great Architect now erects in the skies 

A new constellation that dazzles our eyes:" — 

The Stars and Bars: (Fag.) 

**0h, the South is the queen of all nations, 
The home of the brave and the true," — 

The Stars and Bars: (S. B. W.) 

**Young stranger, what land claims thy birthP 
For thy flag is but new to the sea," — 

The Stars and Bars: (R. R.) 

" 'Tis sixty- two I — and sixty-one. 

With the old Union, now is gone," — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 165 

The Stars and Bars: Air, "Star Spangled Banner." (R. B. B., 

*'OhI say do you see now so vauntingly borne 

In the hands of the Yankee, the Hessian, and Tory,'* — 

The Stars and Bars: By A. J. Requier. (Bohemian from the 
Sunday Delta.) 

"Fling wide the dauntless banner — 
To every Southern breeze," — 

The Stars and The Bars: (Randolph.) 

"Above us our banner is waving. 

The hope of the brave and the free," — 

The star Spangled Banner: Baltimore. Published by Louis 
Bonsai. (R. B. B., 109.) 

"Oh say can you see by the dawn*s early light — 

On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep," — 

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

"The Star Spangled Cross and the pure field of white 
Is the banner we give to the breeze:" — 

The Stale and the Starling: By A. (B. C. L., Ledger 1411.) 

"StarlingI starlingi airy of wing. 

Wherefore a lonely prisoner there." — 

Steady and Ready: (E. V. M.) 

"Steady, when fortune's dark shadows surround us. 
Calm, when the winds of adversity blow;" — 

Stonewall: (E. V. M.) 

"Weep for the mighty dead. 
The nation's joy and pride:" — 

The stonewall Cemetery: Lines written by Mrs. M. B. Clark of 
North Carolina ("Tenella") in behalf of the "Stonewall" 
Cemetery, Winchester, Virginia. (E. V. M.) 

"The storm of war which swept our country wide. 
Like snow-flakes, scattered graves on every side," — 

Stonewall Jackson: Air, "Star Spangled Banner.'* (J. M. S.) 

"Oh, say, who is he, through the wilderness dark. 

With his warrior legions advancing to battleP" — 

Stonewall Jackon: Air, The "Coronack." (Fag.) 

"Unmoved in the battle. 
Whilst friends and foes swerved," — 

166 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Stonewall Jackson: By H. L. Flash, May 10, 1863. (E. V. M.) 

**Not midst the lightning of the stormy fight. 
Not in the rush upon the vandal foe*' — 

StonetoaU Jackson: By L. H. M ., Huntsville, Alabama, May 18, 
1863. (Im.) 

**He deeps *neath the soil that the hero loved well. 
In the land of his birth, his own sunny South,'* — 

Stonewall Jackson: ''Canada pays a tribute to the Lion of the 
Valley. The following appeared originally in the Montreal 
Advertiser.'* (S. L. M., Ed. Table. September and Oc- 
tober, '62.) 

**Not in the dim Cathedral, 
Filled with the organ's tones," — 

Stonewall Jackson: By the Kilkenny Man (Dublin Nation). 
[Irish?] (Amaranth.) 

**God rest you I Stonewall Jackson — 
Now your gallant heart is still," — 

Stonewall Jackson: In Memoriam: May 20, 1863. (W. L.) 

'*OhI weep, our gallant chiefs among the dead I 
Cold lies the sod above his noble head," — 

Stonewall Jackson: Mortally Wounded — "The Brigade must not 
know, sir." (W. G. S.) 

"Who've ye got there?' *Only a dying brother, 
Hurt at the front just now," — 

Stonewall Jackson: A Dirge. (W. G. S.) 

**Go to thy rest, great chieftain I 

In the zenith of thy fame," — 

Stonewall Jackson on the Eve of Battle: By Mrs. Catherine A. 
Warfield. (E. V. M., '69.) 

"In the camp the waning watch-fire. 
Throws a dim and lurid glare," — 

Stonewall Jackson's Grave: By Mrs. M. J. Preston of Lexington, 
Virgmia. (E. V. M.) 

"A simple sodded mound of earth, 
With not a line above it," — 

'^Stoneioair Jackson's Way: By John Williamson Palmer, M.D. 
Oakland, Md., September 17, 1862. S. L. M., Ed. Table, 
Feb., '63. (E. V. M.) 

"Come, stack arms, men I Pile on the rails; 
Stir up the camp-fire bright;" — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 167 

Stonewall Song: Air, "Wait for the Wagon." (Randolph.) 

**Come, liO«iniana soldiers, and listen to my Song 
And if you'll just be patient, I won't detain you long:" — 

SionewalVs Sable Seers: By Mrs. C. A. Warfield. Beechmore, 
Oldham County, Kentucky. (E. V. M.) 

" *rU teU you wat, ole Cato,' 

Quoth Cuff by the bright camp-fire," — 

Stmy of the Merrimac: As told to the Watt's Creek Picket. By 
Susan Archer Talley. Fort McHenry, April, 1862. (S. ll 
M., Sept. & Oct., 1862.) 

"Calm was the earth and calm the air, 
And calm the water's flow," — 

The Stranger's Death: (E. V. M.) 

"No mother bends with tender care. 
To kiss his burning brow," — 

Strike for the South: (S. B. liv.) 

"Strike for the South I let her name ever be 
The boast of the true and the brave," — 

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

"Mourn, mourn along thy mountains high I 
Mourn, mourn along thine ocean wavel" 

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

"Oh I mother of states and of men. 
Bend low thy queenly head," — 

Stuart: A Ballad: By Paul H. Hayne. (Amaranth from the 
Southern Illustrated News.) 

" *A cup of your poetent 'mountain dew,' 
By the camp-fire's ruddy light" — 

The Substitutes: Dramatic Dialogue. By Paul H. Hayne. 
(Sunny from the Southern Illustrated Neu)s.) 

"How says't thouP die tomorrow? Oh My Friend I 
The bitter, bitter doom I"— 

Sumter: A Ballad of 1861: By E. 0. Murden. (Bohemian from 
the Charleston Courier,) 

" 'Twas on the twelfth of April, 

Before the break of day," — 

Sumter In Ruins: By W. Gilmore Simms: (W. G. S. from the 
Charleston Mercury.) 

"Ye batter down the lion's den, 

But yet the lordly beast goes free;'* — 

168 The Southern War Poelry of the Civil War 

A Sunday Reverie: By James R. Randall. (E. V. M.) 

**Beyond my dingy window-pane. 
This beaming Sunday mom," — 

Sunny South: (R. B. B., 109.) 

'^o aiTOB, to arms rnd old Abe shall see. 

That we have a Southern Confederacy," — 

Surrender of the A. N. Va., April 10, 1865: By Florence Ander- 
son, Kentucky. (Amaranth.) 

**Have we wept till our eyes were dim with tears. 
Have we borne the sorrows of four long years," — 

Sweethearts and the War: (R. R.) 

"Oh, dear I it's shameful, I declare. 
To see the mai all go," — 

The Su)ord of Harry Lee: By James D. M cCabe, Jr. Vicksburg, 
Miss. (P. &. P. B.) 

"An aged man all bowed with years. 
Sits by his hearthstone old," — 

The Su)ord of Robert Lee: Words by M oina [Rev. A. J. Ryan]. 
Music by Armand. (C. S. B.) 

"Forth from its scabbard, pure and bright. 
Flashed the sword of Lee," — 

Taking ofMunson^s Hill, Virginia: (B. C. L., Ledger 1411.) 

"One morning, just before the break of day, 
A Major called his men to march away," — 

Tear Down That Flag: By Theodore H. Hill. (Bohemian.) 

"Tear down the flag of constellated starsi 
Bbt out its field of bluel"— 

Tell the Boys the War is Ended: By Emily J. Moore. (W. G.S.) 

"Tell the boys the war is aided," — 
These were all the words he said," — 

Tennessee! Fire Away: (Md. Hist. B.) 

"Black Republican bandits 

Have crossed to our shore," — 

Tennessee! Written for The Avalanche. (Im.) 

"Farewell, oh Union I once beloved 
So tenderly by me;" — 

The Tennessee Exile's Song: ByP. V. P. (S. S.) 

"I hear the rushing of her streams. 
The murmuring of her trees," — 

Tennessee's Noble Volunteers: (Randolph.) 

"Brave men! thou'rt going forth to face 
A bold unsulting foe" — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 169 

Terras Texas Rangers: Air, "When the Swallows Homeward 
ny." ByEsteUe. (Alsb.) 

**Where the battles fiercest rage, and the red blood thickest lies. 
Where the gauntlet and the gage are caught up 'neath burning skies,*' — 

The Texan Marseillaise: By James Haines, of Texas. (W. G. 
S. from the Southern Confederacy.) 

"Sons of the South, arouse for battle! 
Gird on your armor for the fight I" — 

Texas and Virginia: Air, "Annie Laurie." By Capt. P. M. 
Salor. (AJsb.) 

"The Texas boys are valiant, their courage none deny. 
And for their country's freedom they lay them down and die." — 

Texas Land! Air, "My Maryland." By John Sheam, Esq., of 
Houston. (AJsb.) 

"When first war's clarions sounded bud, 
Texas land, Texas land," — 

Texas Marseillaise: By G. B. Milnor. (AJsb.) 

"O ye sons of Freedom! now arise I 

'Tis your Country that calls on you" — 

The Texas Ranger: Air, "Dixie." By R. R. Carpenter, Debray's 
Regiment. (Alsb.) 

**AwaV down South, where the Rio Grande 
Rolls its tides thro' the post-oak sandy," — 

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

"They come I they come I see their hayonets bright. 
They sparkle and flash across hollow and height," — 

Texas Rangers ai the Battle of Chickamauga — the Stream of Death: 
Dedicated to Capt. Dave Terry, of General Wharton's staff. 
Air, "American Star." (Alsb.) 

"Stand firm, Texas Rangers I the foe is advancing. 
We'll drive hack the ruffians, or die on the field" — 

Texas Sentinel in Virginia: By G. B. Milnor. (Alsb.) 

"Luna shone in royal splendor. 
Effulgent o'er the Texian tent" — 

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

"Come all you Texas soldiers, wherever you may be, 
I'll tell you of some trouble that happened unto me" — 

170 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Texian Appeal: Air, "Bonnie Blue Flag." By Col. Washing- 
ton HamUton. Cold Springs, Polk Co., Texas. (Alsb.) 

**Di88evered from her sister states, begirt by foes around. 
And with her best and bravest bands afar on kindred ground," — 

Texians, To Your Banner Fly: Air, "Scotts wha' hae.'' By S. 
P. R. of Galveston, Texas. August 4, 1863. (Alsb.) 

*Te)dans, to your banner fly, 
Texians, now your valor try," — 

Thanksgiving for Victory: Air, "The Watcher." By Kentucky. 

(S. O. S.) 

"Let the church bells anthems peal. 
Glad but low;"— 

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

**The shades of night were falling fast, tra-la-la-tra4a-la. 
The bugler blew that well known blast, tra4a-la-tra4a4a," — 

Them Saucy Masked Batteries: Air, "Bobin Around." (R. B. 
B., 112.) 

"The Yankee soldiers went down south. 
Bobbin around," — 

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

"I saw a scene at sunrise, 
A year or two ago," — 

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

"Again a smothered voice speaks out. 
In accents bold and strong," — 

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

**They tell us that glad Peace once more has smiled. 
Upon this land from out the summer sky;" — 

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

*There*8 a general alarm. 
The South*8 begun to arm"— 

There's Life in the Old Land Yet: By J. B. Baltimore, March 
25, 1862. (R. B. B., 77J^.) 

*There*8 life in the land that gave Carroll his birth. 
Its presence is felt throughout the wise earth" — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 171 

There's Life in the Old Land Yet: By Frank Key Howard. (S. S.) 

"Through the soil of old Maryland echoes the tread 
Of an insolent soldiery now" — 

There's Life in the Old Land Yet: Words by James R. Randall. 
(Music by Edward O. Eaton.) (C. S. B. from the New 
Orieans Delta, September 1, 1861.) 

"By blue Patapsoo's billowy dash 

The tyrant's war-shout comes,*' — 

There's Nobody Hurt: (R. B. B., 111.) 

'Th^^ lives a man in Washington, 
A narrow-minded squirt," — 

They Are Not Dead: By Fanny Downing. 1865. (C. C.) 

"They are not dead I they do but keep 
That vigil, which shall never know," — 

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

"They are ringing peace on my heavy ear — 
No peace to my heavy heart!" — 

Thinking of the Soldiers: November 24, 1861. (R. R. from the 
Richmond Dispatch.) 

"We were sitting around the table 
Just a night or two ago" — 

The Thirty-Seventh Congress: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.) 

"Now, isn't this Congress of ours something rareP 
It wants to see how much poor fools can bear" — 

Thou and I: By Fanny Downing. (E. V. M., '69.) 

"Dewy night has fallen, love! 
All around lies hushed in sleep" — 

Thou Art Dead, My Mother! By Gen. M. Jefferson Thompson. 


"I've stood 'mid many a battle blast. 
And braved the shock of charging horse," — 

Three Cheers for Our Jack Morgan: By Eugene Raymond. (J. 


"The snow is in the doud. 
And night is gathering o'er us" — 

The Times: Inscribed to all "God's Freemen." By Kate. 
Fairfax Court House, Va. (R. R.) 

"Come, list to my song. 
It will not be long," — 

172 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

^Tis Midnight in the Southern Sky: By Mrs. M. J. Young. 

** Tis midnight in the Southern sky — 
See the stary cross decline I*' — 

To A Company of Volunteers — Receiving Their Banner at the Hands 
of the Ladies: By Cora. (S. L. M., July, 1861.) 

'^Soldiers, hail, ye gallant band. 
Marshalled at your Country's caU," — 

To a Dear Comforter: By B. H. Jones. (Sunny.) 

"Musing o'er my gloomy fortune — 
Thinking of a world so drear" — 

To A Mocking Bird: On being waked by its song, near the camp, 
in the dusk of morning. By E. F. W. (Amaranth, from 
the Southern Illustrated News.) 

'*Sweet bird that thrill'st with early note 

The hedge-row charred and sere," — 

The Toast of Morgan's Men: By Capt. Thorpe, of Kentucky. 
(E. V. M.) 

"Unclaimed in the land that bore us. 
Lost in the land we find," — 

A Toast to Virginia: Tune: "Red, White and Blue.'* (R. B. 
B., 113.) 

**A toast to Virginia, God bless her I 
The Mother of heroes and states!" — 

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

"Oh, Jonathan I you little thought, when all your hills, and vales 
Rang with the cheers for 'Honest Abe,' the splitter of the rails," — 

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

**Our hero-chief, Kentucky's pride. 
To whom she gladly doth confide" — 

To Exchange-Commissioner Ould: By Major George McEnight. 
("Asa Hartz.") (Sunny.) 

**Dear Uncle Bob: I fear your head 
Has gone a-thinking I am dead;" — 

To General Beauregard: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.) 

*'Rou8e thee my sad hero I rouse thee now to the fray I 
In the Yankee ranks scatter wild fear and dismay" — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 173 

To General Winfield ScoU: By William H. Holcombe, Water- 
proof, Louisiana, August, 1861. (S. L. M., Sept. '61.) 

**01d Man! I pity thee; but not because. 
Too shallow for deep thought and falsely great/* — 

To Go or Not to Go: By Exempt. (Hubner.) 

'To go or not to go I that is the question. 
Whether it pays best to suffer pestering" — 

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

"From out your prison by the sea. 
Your thoughts at least may wander free,*' — 

To Johnston's Name: In Memory of General A. S. Johnston. 
Air, "Roy's Wife of AldavaUach." By Judge Tod Robm- 
son, of California. (Alsb.) 

"We'll stop the flow of festive mirth — 
From social joys a moment borrow" — 

To Kentuckians: On the Dispersion of the Convention at Frank- 
fort, by Col. Gilbert. (W. L.) 

"If in your *ashes live their unwonted fires,* 
If ye are sons of your heroic sires" — 

To Kentucky: By an advocate of State's Rights. By Kentucky. 
(S. 0. S.) 

"I lay my hand upon thy breast, 

They who strike thee must pierce me first" — 

ToU and Peal: To the Memory of Charles D. Dreux: By Mrs. 
Marie B. WiUiams. (E. V. M., '69.) 

"Toll for the warrior 1 toll I 

A requiem sad, yet high" — 

To Madame Therese Pulsky: Who with her husband, followed 
General Kossuth in his Exile. By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"I'm gazing on the pleasant face, 
And thinking of the time," — 

To Maryland — Friends are Nigh: By William Gilmore Simms. 

"Friends are nigh; despair not. 

Though fast in the despot's chain I" — 

To Miss , of Virginia: By Stella. Alabama, August 1, 

1866. (E. V. M.) 

"Hail gentle patron of our stricken land I 

Thrice welcome to our ever grateful shore;" — 

174 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

To Miss C. P. B. of Athens, Tennessee: By Col. B. H. Jones. 
Johnson's Island, July, 1865. (Sunny.) 

'^Musing lonely, sadly musing. 
Is my Island prison drear,'* — 

To Miss K. A, S. of Alexandria, Virginia: By Col. B. H. Jones. 

**Maiden, through death's gloomy portal. 
In the far cerulean blue," — 

To Mr. Lincoln: (Randolph.) 

**01d honest Abe, you are a babe. 
In military glory;" — 

To Mr. Vallandigham: By Kentucky. (S. O. S.) 

**0 Chatham of our day, to thee I turn 
While my sick heart with freshened strength doth bum," — 

To Mrs. Rosanna Ostemum: By Col. A. M. Hobby. (AJsb.) 

* 'Amidst the deep corruption of the age. 
Where Vice and Folly universal rage," — 

To My Soldier Brother: By Sallie E. Ballard of Texas. (W. G. 


**When softly gathering shades of ev'n. 
Creep o'er the prairies broad and green," — 

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

**Warm from my bosom I send you this. 
Deep in my heart these thoughts were nursed," — 

To My Sons in Virginia: (Randolph.) 

**My children, I have sent ye forth 
To battle for the right" — 

To Our Dead of New Hope: Corporal W. H. Brunei and Private 
R. A. Beidgens. By F. B. Kennesaw Ridge, June 16, 1864. 

(W. F.) 

*They sleep the deep sleep 'neath the sanctified sod. 
Made holy by patriot gore;" — 

Too Young to Die: By John B. Smith, Nashville, Tennessee, 
December, '64. (E. V. M., '69.) 

**0n the hard fought field where the battle storm 
Had echoed its sullen thunder," — 

The Tories of Virginia: (R. R. from the Richmond Examiner.) 

"In the ages gone by, when Virginia arose 
Her honor and truth to maintain," — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 175 

To Sauenoein: Air, "My Maryland." By a Member of the 
Baltimore Com Exchange. Baltimore, June, 1862. (R. 

B. B., 86.) 

'*The Union men have left the flour 

SauerweinI Poor *Sour Wine' " — 

To the Baltimore Poet — Thomas H, M-rrs: Author of "How 
They Act in Baltimore. By Mephisopheles K. G. S. 
Baltimore, June 10, 1862. (R. B. B., 86.) 

"So Tom has turned a poet, what a dear 
Dull, stupid trait*it>us ass' " — 

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

*'In the land of the orange groves, sunshine and flowers. 
Is heard the funereal tread," — 

To the Confederate Dead: By Col. W. W. Fontaine. Johnson's 
Island, June, 1863. (Sunny.) 

**Comrades, sleep youi sleep of glory. 
In your neurow soldier graves," — 

To the Confederate Flag Over Our Stale House: Air, "Oh, saw ye 
the lass?" By Kentucky. September 6, 1862. (S. 0. S.) 

"Float proudly o'er Frankfort, thou flag of my hearti 
The dread of oppressors and hirelings thou art," — 

To the Congress of the C. S. A.: With the design of a Flag. [By 

C. B. Northrup]. (Outcast.) 

'^Dishonor not our great and ancient flag. 

That banner which, through fields of blood," — 

To the Davis Guards: By Lt. W. P. Cunningham. (Alsb.) 

"Soldiers! raise your banner proudly. 
Let it pierce our Texan sky" — 

To the Front: By James Barron Hope. (Bohemian.) 

"Hark! now I hear the distant fire. 

Our pickets on the line return" — 

To the Governor of Ohio: Dedicated to Lieut. T. Bullitt, 2d 
Reg., Ky. Cavah^. By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"Put them in a convict's cell I 

That's the worst that you can do I" — 

To the Ladies of Baltimore: By Mrs. Bettie C. Locke. Shenan- 
doah VaUey, May, 1866. (E. V. M.) 

"For those so fair and kind and true, who felt for others grief. 
We of the South would now entwine fame's bright undying wreath I" — 

176 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

To the Ladies of Virginia: By Col. W. W. Fontaine. (Sunny.) 

''Mothers, wives and maidens fair! 
Mournful, with disheveled hair," — 

To the Maryland Sons of Rewluiionary Sires! Dedicated to Miss 
M. H. Air, "Auld Land Syne." (R. B. B.. 77.) 

*'Ye sons of Sires, of manly deeds, who died for love of right. 
Again the despot spoils your lands and justice bids you fight** — 

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

*'Drape in gloom our Southern Ensign 1 Grently fold its crimson bars. 
While cypress wreaths around it twine, and dim with tears its buiing stars*' — 

To the Memory of General Thomas S. Jackson: By K., White's 
Battalion, May 17, 1863. (Private Mas.) 

"Give me the death of those 
Who Cor their country die" — 

To the Memory of Jackson of Alexandria^ Virginia: Air, "Scots 
wha' hae wi Wallace bled." By Andrew Devilbiss. (Wash'n 

' 'Here's to Jackson brave and true, 
Whom the base invaders slew," — 

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

"Father I Mother I dry your tears; 
Cease your noble boy to mourn,** — 

To The Rappahannock: By James D. BlackweU. (E. V. M., 

"Flow on, thou bright river, flow on to the deep. 
And soothe with thy murmurs the dead in their sleep** — 

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

"O that I were a man, that I could grasp the sword. 
By love of country and high hopes of victory lured,** — 

To the Southern Cross: By Henry C. Alexander. (S. L. M., 
August, '63.) 

"Celestial cross, that with such steady gaze, 

Dost beam upon the tossing Southern main," — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 177 

To the Victor Belong the Spoils: Suggested by the edifying spec- 
tacle of an o£5cer exhibiting publicly on the cars, to his de- 
lighted wife, a carpet^sack filled with silver plate robbed from 
Southern homes, and marked with the owner's names. By 
Walker Meriweather BeU. (W. L.) 

"Oh, twine me a garland of laurel, my love I 
To rest and recruit from my wounds.*' 

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

"From the silver sands of a gleaming shore, 
Where the wild sea-waves were breaking*' — 

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, Triple-Barred Banner 1 the badge of the free I 
What coward would falter in duty to thee" — 

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

"Away I my steed in thy joyous pride. 
With thy flashing eye, and thy bounding stridel" — 

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

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

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

"Thank God I there's one chord in aU men's hearts 
That is tuned alike, the one" — 

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

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

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

*'In ancient days, Jehovah said. 
In voice both sweet and calm," — 

178 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

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

**I cannot listen to your words. 
The land b long and wide*' — 

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

"The bugles blow the batUe-call, 
And through the camp each stalwart band," — 

A Truth Spoken in Jest: Inscribed to Private , 2d Ky. 

Cav., who was wounded in a fight at Paris, Kentucky. Air, 
"Old Rosin the bow." By Kentucky, July 31. (S. 0. S.) 

'*The tune was, I said, *I won't marry,' 
But oh I how could I then have e'er thought" — 

The TuHle: (E. V. M.) 

'*Caesar, afloat with his fortunenl 
And all the world agogl — " 

The Twelfth Star: Kentucky seceded in convention assenibled at 
Ma^eld. By Kentucky, October, 1861. (S. 0. S.) 

"Kentucky's the twelfth Star. Now she is great. 
Greatest in her forgetfulness of self;" — 

A Twilight Prayer: Written in the dark, Whitsunday morning, 
after Beast Butler's infamously famous order had been pro- 
mulgated in New Orleems. By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

**God of Battles, hear and save us. 
From the foes who would enslave us I 

The Two Armies: By Henry Timrod. (W. G. S. from the iSbutt- 
em Illustrated News.) 

"Two armies stand enrolled beneath. 

The banner with the starry wreath" — 

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

*'I was a glorious Wide-Awake, 
AU marching in a row;" — 

The Tyrant's Cap: (R. B. B., 71.) 

'*The galling chain has fettered now, 
Our free and noble state:" — 

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

**In the town of Chicago as you know very well. 

Lived a man who aspired in the White House to dweU" — 

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

**Why Jerry, what means aU this sadness and fearP 
Here's your bitter man I why do you cry?" — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 179 

Uncle Sam: Air, "NeUy Bly." By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

'*Uncle Saml Uncle Sam I De way you take is wrong; 
You'll neber bring us back agin by cruel war and long" — 

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

**0h, my name is Uncle Snow, and Vd have you all to know, 
I*m an artist wid de brush by profession;'* — 

The Unforgotten: By W. Winston Fontaine, Virginia. (Amar- 
anth from the Richmond Inquirer.) 

'*When golden lines of evening light 
Along the tops of mountains rest;" — 

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

**The Briton boasts his coat of red, 
With lace and spangles decked" — 

The United States Eagle: By Kentucky, April 29. (S. 0. S.) 

"Straws show the way the wind blows, 
And I've often thought an emblem grows:" — 

The Unknown Confederate Soldier: (C. C.) 

"In a 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. Savannedi, Ga. John C. Schreiner & Son. (R. B. 
M., 1863.) 

"Where the mountain ash nods to the tempest^s wild howling, 
Where the echo shrinks in the wall dark and deep" — 

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

"The rain is splashing on my sill. 

But all the winds of Heaven are still," — 

An Unknown Hero: By Wm. Gordon McCabe, Camp near Rich- 
mond, 1862. (Amaranth, from the Southern Illustrated 


"Sweet Malvern HiU is wreathed in flame. 
From serried ranks the steel is gleaming" — 

The Unreturning: (S. S.) 

"The swallow leaves the ancient eaves. 
As in the days agone;" — 

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

"Uprise, ye braves of Southern birth I 
Uplift your flag on high," — 

180 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

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

**Up, up, let the stars of our banner, 

Flash out like the brilliants above,*' — 

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

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

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

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

"Love dwells within your sunny smiles. 
And heaven in your heart" — 

The Valiant Conscript: (Lee.) 

"How are you, boys, I'm just from camp. 
And feel as brave as Caesar;" — 

The Valley of the ShenaruLxih: By a soldier of the Army of North- 
em Virginia. (E. V. M.) 

^The peace of the valley is fled. 

The calm of its once happy bowers" — 

Vanguard of our Liberty. Air, "Boy's Wife." By Kentucky. 
(S. 0. S.) 

"The Yanks were sure that we were theirs. 
Submissive prey of the Northern bears," — 

The Vanquished PatrvoVs Prayer: (E. V. M.) 

"Ruler of nations I bow thy ear, 
I cannot understand" — 

Vengeance Is Mine: Saith the Lord, "I will repay." By Walk- 
er Meriweather Bell. (Amaranth.) 

"It is not always dark! 
When night*s black shades are round us chill" — 

The Very Latest From Butler: (R. B. B., 11>^.) 

"Some generals love the battle's roar. 
And laurels red and gory;" — 

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

"For sixty days £ind upwards 
A storm of shell and shot" — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil' War 181 

Victory: Written on hecuing of the victory of Geo. Morgan at 
Hartsville , Tenn. By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"Oh, how I thrill in ev'ry nerve I 

I, who for tyrants never swerve" — 

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

"At the trumpet's blast the gates flew open wide. 
And thousands packed the court** — 

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

"Methinks I see him even now, — 
His smiling lips and soft blue eyes;'* — 

Violets in Lent: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"light is breaking from the clouds. 
Wintry snow no more enshroud" — 

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

"Three cheers for Virginia, the home of the free. 

The birthplace of Washington, the land of liberty" — 

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

"Glorious Virginia I Freedom sprang. 
Light to her feet at thy trumpets' dang:" — 

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

"Grandly thou fillest the world's eye today. 
My proud Virginia. When the gage was thrown" — 

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

"The mother of States I In song and in story, 
Virginia's the proudest name ever enrolled" — 

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

"The cloud is dark, — the storm is nigh. 
The foeman's step advances,** — 

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

"Virginia, Virginia I your children of glory. 
Are wedded forever to historic story" — 

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

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

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

"Unconquered captive, close thine eye. 
And draw the ashen sackcloth o'er," — 

182 The Sauihern War Poetry of the Civil War 

Virginia Desolate: By Col. W. Winston Fontaine, of Virginia. 


*'0 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 I 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.) 

**Con8ummatum — the work of destruction is done. 
The race of the first of the States has been run'* — 

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

"Child — *See that blue line. Mother, 
Coming 'round the hill' " — 

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

(C. C.) 

*'Go thou and search the archives. 
Of aU recorded time" — 

Virginia — LtUe Bui Sure: By William H. Holcombe, M.D. 
(S. L. M., Ed. Table, May '6L) 

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

Virginia to the Rescue: By Virginia. (Bohemian from the Rich- 
mond Dispatch.) 

" 'Virginia to the rescue!' 'tis her children's battle cry. 

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

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

"Virginia hears the dreadful sununons, 
Sounding hocu^y from eifar" — 

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

"The knightliest of the knightly race. 
Who, since the days of old," — 

Virginia's Dead: (E. V. M.) 

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

Virginia's Jewels: By Miss Rebecca PoweU of Virginia. (E. 
V. M.) 

These are my jewels,' said a Roman dame. 
Long years ago. — ^Virginia says the same," — 

(t tr 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 183 

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

*' 'Twas on a windy night in March, 
In a chamber lone at Washington*' — 

Virginia's Message to the Southern Slates: (R. R.) 

**You dared not think I*d never come. 
You could not doubt your Mother;" — 

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

'*Come, to my side, my gallant children come. 
Heard ye that edict of yon caitiff scum:" — 

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

'*Ye daughters of Virginia a joyous anthem raise. 
Your Mother State doth honor you with richest meed of praise," — 

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

**The Old Linens foot b on thy shore, Maryland, 
Returned triumphant as of yore I Maryland" — 

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

'*From our ancient moss-veiled forests, 
Jasmine bowers, savannahs green" — 

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

*' *Twas a goodly boon that our fathers gave. 
And fits but ill to be held by the slave;" — 

Voices of the Winds: By Major S. Yates Levy, of Georgia. (Sun- 

* 'Folded in the thoughtful mantle. 
Night around the wretched binds;" — 

The Volunteer: Air, "The Girl I Left Behmd Me." (C. S. B.) 

**The hour was sad, 1 left the maid, 
A lingering farewell taking" — 

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

"I leave my home and thee, dear, with sorrow in my heart. 
It is my country's call, dear, to aid her I depart" — 

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

"Here's to our Generals brave, who we know will well behave, 
With their officers and soldiers to sustain em I ha I hal" 

184 The Southern War Poetry of the CivU War 

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

"Go soldiere, arm you for the fight, 
God shield the cause of Justice, Right:" — 

Volunteered: (S. S.) 

"I know the sun shines, and the lilacs are blowing. 
And the summer sends kisses by beautiful May*' — 

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

** *Tis just three years this morning. 
Since last I viewed this spot;*' — 

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

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

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

**South Carolina, a fiery h'ttle thing. 
Said she wouldn't stay in a government 
Where Cotton wasn't King;" — 

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

** 'Twas gentle spring, the flowers were bright. 
The bird's sweet song was lovely" — 

Waiting: By William Shepardson. (Bohemian.) 

"AU day long beside the window. 
Gazing through the mist and rain," — 

Waiting For a BaUle: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"As one oppressed who feels the coming of 
A storm, insensible to splendor of — 

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

"I sing of war — 
"Grim-visaged, bloody-handed, rough-shod War, striking out from the 
shoulder" — 

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

"Hail to the Chiefl who in triumph has scatter'd 
The clouds that o'er Texas so gloomily press'd' — 

The Soulhern War Poetry of the Civil War 185 

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

"O God of battles! once again. 
With banner, trump and drum,'* — 

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

"A brood of skulkera are ye all I 
As deaf as adders to the call" — 

War-Song: (R. R.) 

"Gomel come I come! 
Gome, brothers, you are called.'* — 

War Song: (Randolph.) 

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

War-Song: Air, "March, March, Eltrick and Teviotdale." R. 
R. from the Charleston Mercury.) 

"March, march, on brave 'Palmetto' boys" — 

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

"Huzza! huzza I let's raise the battle-cry, 
And whip the Yankees from our land," — 

War Song (Manassas Hymn): Air, "Liberty Duet" in "II Pur- 
itani." (S. L. M., Feb. and March, '62.) 

"Awake I arise my warriors 1 
Liberty, your mother calls to you I" — 

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

"Sound, Virginia, sound your clarion I 
From your serried ranks of war I" — 

War Song of The Partisan Ranger: Dedicated to Captain John 
H. Morgan. Air, "McGregor's Gathering." By Benjamin 

F. Porter. (J. M. S. from the Greenville, Alabama, Observer): 

"The forests are green by the homes of the South 
But the hearth stones are red with the blood of her youth;" — 

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

"Often, by a treacherous sea-side, 
I have heard the ocean's roar," — 

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

G. S.) 

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

186 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

The Warriors Steed: By Mrs. V. E. W. (McCord) Vemon, 
Richmond, March 22, 1862. (C. C.) 

**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** — 

Wearing of the Grey: By 0. K. P. (Wash'n. 218.) 

**Our cannon*8 mouths are dumb — ^no more 
Our volleyed muskets peal,** — 

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

*'0h, have you heard the cruel newsP 
Alas! it is too true;** — 

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

"Oh I Johnny, dear, and did you hear the news that*s lately spread. 
That never more the Southern cross must rear its statdy 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 Conquer or Die: Composed by James Pierpont. (J. M. S.) 

*The war drum is beating, prepare for the fight. 
The stem bigot Northmen exalts in his light,** — 

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

'*WeepI for a fallen land. 
For an unstained flag laid low;** — 

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

**Why can we not he 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 BaUimore: Air, "Annie of the Vale." (R. 
B. B., 71.) 

**In charms now we slumber, and insults in number 
We hear from our insolent foes;** — 

A Welcome to the Invader: "An Ode," addressed to the picked men 
of Col. Wilson's New York command. (R. R. from the 

Charleston Courier,) 

**\VhatI have ye come to spoil our fields. 
Black hearts and bloody hands I** — 

The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 187 

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


**We left him on the crimsonM 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, * 
WiD 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," — 

We Swear: (C. S. B. from the LouisviUe Courier.) 

"Kneel, ye Southrons, kneel and swear, 
On your bleeding country's altar," — 

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

"Not Diamonds: Mason breaks bedight. 
Beyond their leprosy of light," — 

WhaLf Have Ye Thought? (W. G. S., from the Charleston 

"What I have ye thought to pluck 
Victory from chance and luck" — 

What The Bugles Say: Inscribed to Captain Ben. Lane Posey. 
By A. B. Meek. (Bohemian.) 

"Hark! the bugles on the hilll 
Taralal Taralal"— 

WheU the South Winds Say: (R. R. from the Richmond Dis- 

"Faint as the echo of an echo bom, 
A bugle note swells on the air," — 

What the Village Bell Said: By John C. M'Lemore of South 
Carolina (mortally wounded at the battle of Seven Pines). 
(W. G. S.) 

"For many a year in the village church. 
Above the world have I made my home;" — 

WhcU The' These Limbs: Written by Col. Benjamin Anderson of 
LouisviUe, Kentucky, on the prison wall in Cincinnati^ 
shortly before conmutting suicide. (W. L.) 

"What tho' these limbs be bound with iron oonU. 
Still am I free!"— 

188 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

What Time is This for Dreaming? By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"What time is this for dreaming, 
When hearts are breaking round?" — 

When Peace Returns: By Olivia TuDy Thomas. (W. G. S., 
Published in the Granada Picket.) 

"When *war has smoothed his wrinkled front,* 
And meek-eyed peace returning," — 

When Pleasure's Flowery Paths: By a prisoner in solitary con- 
finement. May 28th, 1865. (W. L.) 

"When pleasure's flowery paths I trod. 
My eyes were bent on earth alone," — 

When That Cruel War Began: By Thomas Q. Barnes. (Barnes.) 

"The tocsin of war it sounded its knell 
O'er the length and breadth of our sunny land" — 

When the Boys Come Home: (Fag.) 

'^The boys are coming home again. 
This war will soon be o'er," — 

When the War is Over: A Christmas Lay: By Margaret J. Pres- 
ton. (Beechenbrook.) 

"Ah, the happy Christmas times, 
Times we all remember," — 

When This Cruel War is Over: Ballad. Words by Charles C. 
Sawyer, Richmond, Va. Music by Henry Tucker. George 
Dunn and Co. (R. B. M.) 

"Dearest one, do you remember, 
When we last did meet?" — 

When Will the War be Over? (Abb.) 

"When will the war be overP asked a veteran whose sun-brown'd face 
Implied in the ranks of the gallant he'd early sought a place," — 

Where Are You Going, Abe Lincoln? Air, "Lord LoveU." (AJsb.) 

"Abe Lincoln he stood at the White House Gate, 
Combing his milk-white steed," — 

Where is the Rebel Fatherland: By Mrs. M. J. P. [Mrs. Mar- 
garet J. Preston]. (C. C.) 

"Where is the Rebel Fatherland- 
Is it Maryland, dear Maryland" — 

Where My Heart Is: Air, **My Heart's in the Highlands." By 
Kentucky: (S.O. S.) 

"My heart's with our brave men, my heart is not here. 
For wherever I look, there Dutch soldiers appear;" — 

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Who Will Care for Mother, Now? (Alsb.) 

"Why am I so weak and weary P see how faint my heated breath I 
All around to me seems darkness — tell me, comrades, is this deathP*' — 

Why Should the South Rejoice: By A. Moise, Jr. Richmond, 
Virginia, July 4, 1866. (C. C.) 

"Rejoice for whatP For fields destroyed, for homes in ashes laidP 
For maiden at the altar slain — victim of fiendish raidP" — 

The Wide-Auxikes: (R. B. B., 116) 

"O, what is all this noise about. 
This midnight confusionP" — 

WiU No One Write to Me? By Major George McKnight ("Asa 
Hartz") Johnson's Island, January 1, 1864. (Sunny.) 

"The list is called, and one by one 
The anxious crowd now melts away," — 

William Price: Member of the Maryland "State" Senate and 
author of the infamous Treason Bill. Air, "John Todd." 
(R. B. B., 94.) 

"Your Sharp Treason Bill, William Price"— 

William Courtland Price: By Julia Pleasants CresweU. (S. L. 
M., November and December, 1862.) 

"He came with youth and hope and swelling heart; 
And freely cast them in the unequal scale;" — 

Wai You Go! By EsteUe. (R. R.) 

"Will you go? wiU you go? 
Where the foeman*s steel is bright" — 

A Wind from the South: Written for the Fair Journal^ Southern 
Relief Fair of Baltimore, April 2, 1866. By C. C. (E. 
V. M.) 

" — I sing of the South, 
Not as she was in her pride of yore," — 

Woman's Love: By Lieut. H. C. Wright. (Sunny.) 

"Wildly raging were the billows. 
Wildly heaving was the sea," — 

Wom£m,'8 Prayer: Dedicated to Colonel Lane's Regiment, Tex- 
as Cavalry. (Alsb.) 

"O Soldier, is thy weary heart with care and woe, oppress*dP 
Is courage failing? hope departing from thy weary breast?" — 

The Word: October, 1861. (R. N. S., from the Louisville 

Arm without any words I" — 

190 The Southern War Poetry of the Civil War 

A Word with the West: By John R. Thompson. Richmond, 
December 1, 1862. (S. S., appearing originally in the South- 
ern Illustrated News.) 

**Once more to the breach for the land of the West, 
And a leader we give of our bravest and best," — 

The Work of an Ironclad: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

**Come, my fair one, sit thee down. 
And sing for me thy sweetest song** — 

Worthier: was shot in trying to escape from Rock Island. 

By Kentucky (S. 0. S.) 

**My best friend dead! yes; shot that he did try. 
From prison to escape** — 

WouUTst Thou Have Me Love Thee: By Alexander B. Meek. (W. 
G. S., from the Richmond Dispatch: also under title of War 

**Would*st thou have me love thee, dearest. 
With a woman*s proudest heart,*' — 

Woven Fancies: By Mrs. Fanny Downing, North Carolina, 1862. 

"I sit before my loom, today. 
And with untiring fingers ply,** — 

The Wreck of the Florida's Boat: 16th July, 1864. (In memory 
of M'd'm Wm. Beverley Sinclair of Virginia.) By Luola. 
(E. V. M.) 

'*OhI many a youth has fallen. 
Out on the battle plain;** — 

Written Before the Secession of Virginia: By Mrs. Rebecca Tabb, 
of Gloucester, Virginia. (E. V. M.) 

"Weept yes, we will weep; but not from coward fears. 
Poor woman I what has she to give her country save her tears?** — 

The Yankee Devil: Cave Spring, Georgia, April 11, 1863. (R. R.) 

**HurrahI Hurrah! good news and true, 
Our woes will soon be past;** — 

Yankee Doodle: ("An absurd thing, which came to us all the way 
from Canada, where we have plenty of friends.*') (S. L. M., 
Ed. Table, January, '62.) 

**Yankee Doodle ran away, 
Dixie he ran after** — 

Yankee Doodle's Ride to Richmond: By Rev. E. P. Birch, of La 
Grange, Georgia. (Bohemian.) 

"I sing of Yankee Doodle*s ride to famous Richmond town, 
A gallant knight in truth was he, of valour and renown,*'— 

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Yankee Joke in Texas: By Ned Bracken. (Abb.) 

'^Messrs. Yankees came one day. 
To stroll upon our beach;*' — 

[Yankee Money]: Air, "Uttle More Cider, Cider Do." By Cap- 
tain T. F. Roche, C. S. A., Fort Delaware, 1865. (Roche.) 

**Now when dis war is over, and all de fighting done. 
And every hungry rebel will leave at once for home** — 

The Yankee President: By Dr. Gilbert, of Houston, January 13, 
1863. (Abb.) 

"I'll sing you a new-made song, made by a modem pate" — 
Of a real Yankee President, who took the helm of State," — 

Yankee Vandals: Air, "Gay and Happy." (R. B. B., 117.) 

"The Northern Abolition vandals 
Who have come to free the slave" — 

Ye Batteries of Beauregard: By J. C. Barrick of Kentucky. (W. 
G. S.) 

'*Ye batteries of Beauregard! 
Pour your hail from Moultries Wall" — 

Ye Cavaliers of Dixie: By Benjamin F. Porter of Alabama. (W. 
G. S.) 

"Ye Cavaliers of Dixie 
That guard our Southern shores" — 

Ye Flight of Ye Rayl Splitter: A Ballad: (P. & P. B. from the New 
Orleans Crescent.) 

"Of all ye flyghts that ever were flown 
By several persons, or one alone*' — 

Ye Gallant Sons of Carolina: (Randolph.) 

"Ye gallant sons of Carolina, 
Listen to your country's call," — 

Ye Men of Alabama: Air, "Ye Mariners of England." By John 
D. Phelan of Montgomery, Alabama. (W. G. S. from the 
Montgomery Advertiser of October, 1860.) 

"Ye men of Alabama, 
Awake, arise, awake I'* — 

Ye Shall Be Free: By Kentucky. (S. 0. S.) 

"Ye shall be free. 
For with our guns we will stand o'er you," — 

Yes, Build Your Walls: (W. G. S. from the Charleston Mercury.) 

"Yes, build your walls of stone or sand. 
But know when all is builded — ^then*' — 

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Yes^ Call us Rebels! *Tis the Name: By Albert Pike of Arkansas. 
(E. V. M., from the New Orleans Picayune^ May, 1861.) 

**YeB, call us rebebt 'tis the name 
Our patriot fathers bore/' — 

You Are Going to the Wars, Willie Boy: By John H. Hewitt. 


"You are going to the wars, Willie Boy, Willie Boy, 
You are going to the wars far away" — 

You'll Tell Her, Won't You? (E. V. M.) 

"You'll tell her, won't you? Say to her I died 
As a brave soldier should — true to the last;" — 

Young Dodger Vs. Old Croaker: Dialogue. (Alsb.) 

**The8e croakers ail I really hate, and love to hate them, too. 
Convention men, submissionists, disloyal and not true;" — 

A Young OrFs Foreboding: By Kentucky, August 2, 1862. (S. 
0. S.) 

"Ahl it is very hard 
To think my home may go" — 

Young Recruit: (Randolph.) 

"Seel there's ribbons gaily streaming. 
I'm a soldier now, lizette:" — 

Young Volunteer: By John H. Hewitt. (Beau.) 

"Our flag is unfurl'd and our arms flash bright. 
As the sun wades up the sky;" — 

Your Mission: (S. S., from the Charleston Courier.) 

"Fold away ail your bright-tinted dresses, 
Turn the key on your jewels today" — 

Zollicoffer: Killed in the Battle of Somerset, Kentucky, January 
19, 1862. By H. L. Flash. S. L. M., Ed., April, 1862. 
(E. V. M.) 

"First in the fight, and first in arms. 
Of the white-winged angels of glory," — 

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