TWENTY-FIVE CENTS. WAR LYRICS: W. A. DEVON, AUTHOIR OF!i~ "RED MARK," HA ROLD,' &e., ~'e( NEW YORK: SINCLAIR TOUSEY, 121' NASSAU STREET. 1864, WAR LYRICS:S: BY W. A. DEVON, AUTHOR OF "RED MARKi," "'IAROLD," &c.,. NEW YORK: SINCLAIR TOUSEY, 121 NASSAU STREET. 1864. ct of o T4. lsa, 2e 7-7 CONTENTS. Page. THE WATCHER. - 9 GETTESBU RO. - - - - - - 1 THE WIDow'S MiITE. - - 17 THE WIDOW TO HErR SON. - - - 19 TIIE PICKET. - - - - - - - 21 A REVERY IN WAR TIME. - - 24 PRAY FOR FATHER, AFAR.- - - - 32 THE W/rIFE'S PRAYER. - - - 34 ANGELS OF'IERCY. - - - - - - 36 THE NIGHT AFTER THE BATTLE. -- 37 THE 3UNION. TRIUMPH AT TIHE POLLS. - 39 THE SOLDIER'S BRIDE. - - - 45 GIVE tME YOUR HAND JOHNXNY BULL. - - 46 TELL MrE OF MIY Boy. - 47 FORT SMP. - - - 50 LLULABY. -- - - 51 MIARCHI ON YE: GALLANT BRAVES. - 52 AROUSE. - - - - - - - 53 SONG OFTiLTE ExSMPTS. - - - 54 A SONG AND A CHEER. - - 55 VAR LYRICS. ..... 0o — — 00 THE WATCHER. I Fair Madeline sat in the oriel pane, Through the light of the long Summer days, She sighed not, she wept not, she did not complain, Althouglh fading away from our gaze, Her meek dreamy eyes were bent far away, And her brow wore a spiritual light, Her little hands clasped, like saints when they pray, And the rose of her cheek had turned white! She spoke not, she swept not, she did not complain, But wistfully gazed through the wideoriel pane, Repeating at times to her heart this wild strain" 011Oil, Father of Heaven! once more let him come, To lighten the weight of my sorrow, That he may but learn from my lips I repent, But surely he'll come on the morrow!" II She sat and she watched the bright golden hair'd dawn, As it rose in the orient fair, She watched her pale sisters the meek stars withdrawn, And the Sun's ruby light flood the air; She watched the mild eve, as with wide-spreading'palms, And starry sprent garments of gray! 2 10 WAR LYRICS. As she seemed to repeat sweet spiritual psalms In the ear of the faint dying day! She spoke not, she wept not, she did not complain, But wistfully gazed through the wide or-iel pane, Repeating at times to her heart this wild strain"Oh, Father of Heaven! once more let him come, To lighten the weight of my sorrow, That he may but learn from my lips I repent, But surely he'll come on the morrow!" III She watched till the day had been' swallowed by night, Till the moon and her bright starry train Had blossomed and bloonied into flowrets of light, Till the dawn had devoured them again'! She watched in the sunlight the'bright dancing leaves, Heard the grasshopper piping his blast; Heard the young swallows twitter under the- eaves, Saw the rosey-lipp'd Summer dance past She spoke not, she wept not, she did not complain, But wistfully gazed through the wide oriel pane, Repeating at times to her heart this wild strain"Oh, Father of Heaven! once more let him come, To lighten the weight of my sorrow, -That he may but learn from my lips I repent, But surely he'll come on the morrow" IV She watched the brown Autumn amid the fields stand, With his ripe fruits and blood-tinged leaves; Then pass, like a spirit of light through the land, Sprinkling it o'er with bright yellow sheaves; WAR LYRICS. 11 She watched through the gloom of the bleak Winter time, When the Sun scarcely peered through the cloud, When nature lay.dead, and the white frozen rime, And the lily-white snow was her shroud! She wept not, she spoke not, she did not complain, But wistfully gazed through the wide oriel pane, Repeating at times to her heart this wild strain-'" Oh, Father of Heaven! once more let him come, To lighten the weight of my sorrow, That he may but learn from my lips I repent, But surely he'll come on the morrow!" V Fair Madeline rose from her snowy-white bed, And gone from her face was her sorrow, "H' e's coming! he's coming!" she merrily said, And life from the thought she did borrow! She decked her in robes of bright silken sheen, With a wreath of rich gems' in her hair, And daintily sat, like a bright fairy queen, And all day down the valley did stare! She sighed not, she wept not, -she did not complain, B3ut silently sat in the wide oriel pane, Repeating at times to herself.the sweet strain" Oh, Father, I thank Thee! my love has returned, To lighten the weight of my sorrow, And to learn from my lips how deep I repentI dreamt he would come on this morrow!" The day wore apace, till the gray, blushing eve Brought the clatter of hoofs to the gate; When a war-battered soldier stood begging for leave On the fair Madeline for to wait.. "I come, lovely maid, from the red field- of strife, 12 WAR LYRICS. Where the bravest of soldiers was slain, Hie begged me to come, with his last breath of life, And bear you this message of pain!" She sighed not, she wept not, she did not complain, But blankly she stared through the wide oriel pane, And slowly repeated this heart-breaking strain: " Oh, God! can it be, that he'll ne'er come again, To lighten the weight of my sorrow; And to learn from my lips how deep I repentOh, God! is there never a morrow!" VII As the bronzed soldier spoke he brushed off a tear"How he loved you, you never can know;He was kind, he was brave, and void of all fear When he dashed in the midst of the foe; Oh, God, how he smote them, both root, limb and branch, As if Azrail rode on his breath! And rushed with the roar of a wild avalanche, In the red-flaming throat of grim Death!" She sighed not, she wept not, she did not complain, But blankly she gazed through the wide oriel pane, And slowly repeated the heart-breaking strain: " Oh, God! can it be that he'll ne'er come again, To lighten the weight of my sorrow, And learn from my lips how deep I repentOh, Lord! is there never a morrow!" VIII As they silently watched the dark shadows steal, When the soldier had taken his leave, They saw the red sunset, like God's golden seal, Brightly stamped on the edge of the- eve! They silently sat in the gathering gloom, With a feeling ofwonder and dread; WAR LYRICS. 13 At length, with soft footsteps, they crossed the dark room, But the fair Madeline she was dead! She, sighed not, she breathed not, she did not complain, But blankly she stared through the wide oriel pane, Their lips now repeating her sad, mournful strain: " Oh, God! can it be, that she'll ne'er come again, To lighten the weight of our sorrow; Yet tearful we thank Thee, her soul is at rest In the light of Eternity's morrow!" GETTYSBURG.* Raise the marble trophy high, Raise it for no cunning lie, Raise a shrine of Victory On the field of Gettysburg. II Gather up their precious dust, Now their country's sacred trust, Lay it with the brave and just Who repose at Gettysburg. II Where our country's heroes sleep, Where the nation comes to weep, Tears of sorrow, dark and dleep, O'er the dead at Gettysburg. IV Where our noble soldiers fell,'Mid the battle's fearful swell, *This poem wa's written expressly for the N. Y. Dispatch, and appears by their permission. 2* 14 IWARI. LYriCS. Rtolling like the waves of hell, O'er the field of Gettysburg. V Let the page of history say, How they fought day after day, We come our last respects to pay To our dead at Gettysburg. vI Here the mother's heart shall yearn O'er the Nation's funeral cairn, Weeping for her noble bairn, Sleeping still at Gettysburg. VII Fathers here, with manly tears, Shall wander i' their childless years, And o'er the dust his heart reveres, Weep the lost at Gettysburg. VIII -Widowed hearts shall sadly mourn, O'er their country's grateful urn, For the loved who'll ne'er return From the grave at Gettysburg. Ix Orphnll lips shall learn to name This sad spot, so dear to Fame, Where the sire from whom they came Sleeps serene at Gettysburg. x Brothers brave and sisters fair, In memory will oft repair, Breathing forth a mournful.prayer O'er the dust at Gettysburg. WAR LYRICS. 15 XI WVhile the nation's heart slhall keep All their memories treasured deep, For they died that we might reap Th' glory won at Gettysburg. XlI Weave a laurel for each brow, Hang it as a trophy now, Where the mourning pageants bow On the field of Gettysburg. Future ages yet unborn, Will tell of that bright July morn, Where, amidst the trampled corn, We met the foe at Gettysburg. -How the charging squadrons dashed, How the gleaming bayonets flashed, How the thundering cannon crashed Those three days at Gettysburg. xv How the foeman's deadly yell Rose above the cannon's swell, Ringing out a fearful knell For the slain at Gettysburg.. xvi While throughout the bloody fray, Th' deadly roll of musketry Rained through all the summer's day, Tears of blood at Gettysburg. xVII As Atlantic waves are broke On some wild and jutting rock, 16 WTAR LYRICS. So they stood the fearful shock, All those days at Gettysburg. XVIII Still they sought the battle's breath, Where they feel a bleeding swath'Neath the scythe of grinning Death,. Who reaped the field of Gettysburg. XIX Who may paint that crimson flood, That red sea of human blood, Where unmovecl our heroes stood In the storm of Gettysburg? xx All unmurmuring was it borne, From the bright-eyed summer's morn, Till the moon's clear silver horn Lit the dead at Gettysburg. XXI On Golgotha's fearful mound, Where the dead lay strewn around, In the sleep of death profound, On the field of'Gettpburg. xxII Thus we lay them side by side, Where the gallant heroes died, In their triumph and their pride, On the field of Gettysburg. xxIII Thus we leave them still and gory, On the crimson field of glory; Richest theme of song and story, That red field of Gettysburg. WAR LYRICS. 1- 7 THE WVIDOW'S MITE. Columbia! oh, Columbia! my own, my native land, I love thee with a peerless love that few can understand; They say I'm old and feeble now, and near the sunny strand, But still the more thou'rt dear to me, my own, my native land! II One by one the limbs of life have long been torn away, And loned I am left to stand in life's declining day; My husband and my children dear have reached the blessed shore, And here in patient hope I wait to joi' my loved once more! III I have, one boy-one only boy-the braved and the best, The only stay on all the earth whereon my hopes can rest; But still my dea, my.native land, though bitter is the cup, With all a martyr's thrilling joy, I freely give himn up I IV To battle for the dear old land of ohildhood's happy day, Eie she had learned to curse her own, or be the rebel's; prey; To stand within the breach of death and smite the traitor foe, Who dares to rend thy bleeding heart and lay thy glory low! 18 WAR LYRICS. V God only knows how dear he is, the poor old widow's boy, The light of my declining steps, my only hope and joy; But dear as this last link must be unto a mother's heart, Were he as dear a thousand times, I'd freely with him part! VI'Tis said the good Lord smiling viewed the widow's mite though small, For she into the treasury cast her living-aye, her all; So thus I cast my widow's mite into thy rifled store, And were it mine a thousand, times I'd give it o'er and o'er! VII Into thy heated crucible I cast my mite of ore, Well knowing in my inmost heart it shall be mine no -more; Yet still dear land, though lone and old, I fill a nameless grave, I'd freely give' my life, my all, thy heritage to save VIII Columbia! oh, Columbia! my own, my native land, I love thee with a peerless love that few can undlerstand; They say I'm' old and feeble nowv, and near the suunv stsrmd, Yet still the more thou'rt dear to me, my own, my native land! WAlt LtRICS. 19 THE WIDOW TO HER SON. I Go forth, go forth, my gallant boy, unto the field of strife, An'd may the God of battles spare thy young and noble life; But ever in the bleeding gap be foremost in the fight, And thus thy noble battle-cry, "4 May God defend the right!" I know, I know, my gallant boy, the- bare suspicion pains, For not a drop of coward blood cm flow within thy veins; lThy lips are set, thy cheek burns red, with nature's crimson tide; I spoke, but from that stainless stream, a nmother'a love and pride! III Go forth, go forth, my noble boy, on wad's red burning path, And snatch the wreath'of glory frot i the bleeding fangs of death, And strike to earth the rebel horde, who dare to,raise a hand Against fair freedom's holy shrine, our dear, cur native land! Go'! take this sword, the noblest gift a mother ever gave! Go.! win the victor's laurel wreath,- or fill a hero's grave! 20 WAR LYRICS. You see I weep-my own brave boy-from pride, far more than pain, That I've been spared one noble arm our birthright to maintain. V Go! battle for that grand old flag, that flaunting floats on high, The symbol of a world's hope, for which you dare to die, Nor suffer one bright starry gem to leave that shining field, Whilst thou canst fire a -ifle ball or this bright falchion wield! Go! son ofamine, in valor's front, and when the battle's blare, WVith all its hissing storm of death, is crashing everywhere, When charging squadron's madly dash down on the solid square, Amidst the deafening roar of guns, whose thunder fill the air'! VII Think in that hour, that fearful hour, when stoutest hearts might fail, That then a mother's earnest prayer's may with the Lord prevail, That he may be thy sun and shield in battle's evil day, And bring thee off, my noble boy, all harmless from the fray! VIII Go' forth, go forth! my noble boy, unto the field of strife, WAR LYRICS. 21 And may the God of battle's spare thy young and noble life, But ever in the bleeding gap be foremost in the fight, And thus thy noble battle cry, "May God-defend the right!" THE PICKET. Away, by the swampy Pamunky, M{id the silence and gloom of the night; While the moon through the black driving clouds, Shed fragments of quivering light; Revealing the far away mountains, And dark rolling river before; With long, gloomy stretches of forest, That lined either -bank of the shore. II The wind like a spirit of sadness, Swept mournfully through the tall pines; While far through the haze of the marshes,, Shone the fires of the enemy's lines. N —ow, hushed was the voice of the cannon, The ear-piercing scream of the shell; And hushed was the voice of the Minnie, With its hum of a death ringing knell! III The hosts that with death had contended, Now slept on their arms in repose; And some dreamed of home and their loved ones, While others still grappled with foes, And the pale dead, all silent and stark, Lay stretched on the blood-trampled sod, 3 '22 WAR LYRICS. With dull staring eyes in the moonlight, They seemed to look upward to God! Iv Thus, by the swamps of Pamulky, The picket he paced his slow round, His eye and his ear on the qui vive, To challenge each sight and each sound. No sound met his ear save the bull-frog, Or sigh of the wind through the pines; No sight save the dead in the moonlight, Or the fires of the enemy's lines. The picket, with comrades in battle, Was thoughtless and daring and wild; But now with the dead in the midnight, His heart it was tender and mild! When out on. a scout with the fellows, No heart was as void of all fear; But now, as he gazed on the vanquished, He brushed off the fast falling tear! VI As sadly he leaned on his rifle, Alone in that field with the slain; His thoughts travelled home to his loved ones, HIe never might visit again. And fondly he thought of the sweet one, Who hung as a star o'er his life; And he prayed that the blessing of heaven, Might fall on his beautiful wife. VIi HIe thought of the dear angel cherubs, That now were reposing in sleep, And he prayed that the Father Eternal! WAR ILYRICS. 23 Their footsteps through life would still keep! And he thought when this War's fearful havoc, With all its red carnage would cease; When the land would arise from her sadness, And bask in the sunshine of Peace! VIII Once more, in his home with his loved ones, Made dearer by absence and toil; Surrounded with all those endearments, So fitted from care to beguile; He'd sit by the hearth in the winter, And tell of the dangers when o'erBut, hark! to the ring of that rifle, That comes from the far away shore! IX O God! that his dream should be broken, By the hand of a treacherous foe, O God! that the blood of the valient, ZUnavenged is permitted to flow! Backward he reels; his face to the sky, He sinks with a groanto the ground, While the tide of his young, noble life, Leaps red from the wide, gaping wound! x "My wife-my children-my country —my flagGod bless and preserve them.forever!" -tie paused-and under the shadow of Death He passed with a groan and a shiver! Rigid and pale, in the sickly'moohbeams, He lay on the blood-clotted sward; Thus the brave picket reposing was found By his comrades when changing the guard! 24 WAR LYRICS. A REVERY IN WAR TIME. I'm weary of the city, with its alleys dark and dun,. Whose haunts are seldom\gladdened by the golden summer's sun; Where flowery scented zephyrs never fan the fevered ed brain, Where grinding toil and misery, rack the weary soul with pain! II Where no angel smiling flowerets are openirg to the' view, As low they bend in beauty,'neath the morning's pearly dew; Or hedgrows sweetly laden with the flowery breath of May, Or song of woodland choristers that hail the blush of day! III As it rises o'er the mountains, in gilded glory bright, And quenches with its ruby smiles those watchmen of the night, That stood at Heaven's celestial gate throughout the sleeping hours, To guard their sisters of the earth, the lovely sleeping flowe s! IV Here, no crystal streamlet gushing, in sighing numbers roll, In tides of thrilling gladness that o'erpower the human soul; Here no waving woodlands tempt the thoughtful wanderer's tread, Nor strain of joyous music fr'om the warbler's pverhead! WAR LYRICS. 25 V No stern and rugged mountains rise in all their grand array, That with their stony turrets cleave the glorious vault of day; Where gathering mists in grandeur swath each mighty giant's form, The sheath where rests the lighning's brand against the coming storm! VI 3Here, nature has no influence upon the racking strife, Where crime's dark billow's sweep the shores of this sad City life; Our forest here is chimney-pots, that rise both dark and grim, Like swarthy giants frowning in the morning's twilight dim.! VII And our song bird is the sparrow, from some old smoky tile, Or song of captive wild bird, with breaking heart the while;,And our crystal brooks the kennel, whose waters seldom run, With mists of deadly pestilence, drawn from it by the sun.! VIII Oh! I'm weary of the city with its never-dying hum, Where the plaint of sin and sorrow, with affliction's never dumb; Where the grinding din of traffic is ne'er silent in the street, Whose echoes slumber never with.the tread of human feet! 3* 26 WAR LYRICS. Ix Where human life but vegetates, in cold and cheers less gloom,. And lives in death till death brings life, beyond the voiceless tomb!'Tis morn upon the mountains, where her beauty bright appears, But morn within the city wakes its crowds to toil and tears! x Within each dark and narrow lane, within each filthy den, 0, what a sea of sorrow lurks, unknown to feeling men; Of poverty and wretchedness-while, morning,. noon, and even, The gloomy mists of untold crimes rise to avenging Heaven! II Upon this troubled sea of life, that surges to and fro, How many human bubbles glide down to the gulf of woe! Here, bloated drunmkards madly reel-a blur to human nameHere, flare the painted sisterhood, lost to all sense oJ shame! XII, Thus, the churning waves of sorrow forever round us roll, Whose dark and poisoned billows break upon the weary soul, And sucks us, with its hungry. lips, into its greedy womb, Then throws our forms, dismantled wrecks, into the yawning tomb! WAR LYRICS. 27 XIII I'm weary of the city, with its imisery and its care, Its' cries of bitter anguish, and its faces of despair; I long to tread the mountain, or the flower-bespangled sbod, To see in Nature's face displayed the boundless love of God! XIV See, here, what mean and sordid souls are sheathed within the breast; With grinding greed and avarice upon the face expressed; See how they slink with stealty-step, along each thoroughfare, Their pocket's lined with shining gold, wrung from the poor's despair! ~x., They live in sumptuous grandeur-aye, all that earth affords, Is heaped in shining splendor upon theiir groaning boards; Of all tliat's rare in every land, and every sea they dine; While crystal goblets brightly flash with ancient ruby wine! XVI But not a thought have they to spare, amidst their countless sweets, For that poor shivering,' starving wretch, that's groaning in the streets; And while their joyous revelry is swelling wild and high, They leave him in, his abject woe, of utter want to die! 28 WAR LYRICS. XVII 0, I'm weary of the'city, with its' misery and its art, Where Truth and Virtue, outcasts all, are driven from the heart; Where cant and foul hypocrisy are patent everywhere, And make this world a living hell-that God made bright and fair! XVIII And e'en the men ordained by Him to point the Heavenly road, Where bliss and joy immortal reign, before the throne of God, With self-complacent air they mount upon their tiny shelves, Aud spend their little hour or two to magnify themselves; XIX While patriots on every hand desire the state to n1urse, To guide her fiom destruction's rock, and fill their greedy purse; Perchance to save, perchance to wreck-no, not a straw they care, So that their party may have place, and they of spoils a share. XX -0, give us God! a living bard-a man of mighty soul, Whose spirit, filled with fire from Thee, may permeate the whole, Degenerate, selfish sons of men, who live but for their own, To whom the golden rule of Christ is language all unknown, WA.b LYRICS. 29 XXI And bid him strike his golden lyre with Heavendirected hand, Till once his quivering voice of song shall thrill through every land, Till every human soul shall melt before its holy fireTill fraud and wrong and sil, consumed, shall in its flame expire. XXII Methinks me sees the golden age amid the withered years-. The ripe and luscious fruit of Time, which to mine eye appearsWhen mankind, like the chrysalis, shall burst his selfish shell, And to a higher, nobler life exultingly shall swell, XXIII And bask forever in the light of God's approving smile, When Peace and Love and Harmony, shall rule instead of guile; And like the sons of Noah, seek to hide the shame of wrong,To lift the erring and despised to Heaven's exulting throng; XXIV When War, with all its horrid feast of carnage and of gore, Shall be a thrilling memory of the fearful days of yore; When in the Peace and Light of God, the happy earth shall smile, And cast her weary load of sin, and rest from all her toil 30 WAR TLYRICS. XXV That happy time predicted by the bard of ancient days, When all discordant elements shall chant Jehovah's praise; When love shall gird the human race with one bright golden chain, And sin no longer smear the soul with its grim hellish stain. XXrVI But while I mused the spell was broke by war's discordant cry, Whose vollied thnnders shook the earth and rent tlhe starry sky; And through the streets the measured tread of armed nien swept past, While wild their martial music swelled upon the wailing blast. XXVII And bright the'broidered' banners flashed out on the golden day, And loud the shout of thousands rung, all ready for the fray; Who fr'eely offered up their lives our heritage to save, Fromnt the foul pollution of each banded traitor knave; XXVIII They came in countless thousands, like the leaves in Autumn's blast, And to the burning front of war heroicly they passed Leaving wives and mothers and still dearer ones in tears, To grope in lonely sorrow through the dark of future years! WAR LYRICS. 31 xxix For the nation cried ifi anguish of its bitter dark despair, For the tiger that she nursed had now bounded from its lair; Despite of love and kindness-aye, all gratitude forgot, Ith hung with savage fangs unto its mother's bleeding throat! And tried to make a hissing' and reproach o'er all the earth, Of that dear land that nourished it and gave its being birth! For this our City's echoes are constant ringing out The ceaseless tread of countless men who peal their battle shout! XXXI Oh, God! it is a sick'ning thought that's sweeping through my brain, How few of all these gallant men shall e're return again, To cheer the hearts made desolate by war's destroying hand, That spreads- destruction's fearful pall across our noble land. XXXII I'm weary of the City, aye, the world, with all its woe, \ Whose scalding tears of bitter grief in ceaseless torrents flow; I long for that auspicious day to dawn upon the heart, When fraud and wrong and every woe shall from the earth depart! 32 WAR- LYRICS. And though the present hour is dark, and the promise seems to fail, Yet still I cherish lasting faith, God's word must sure prevail; When our land from out her baptism, shall come in glory forth, And be the light of God to all the nations of the earth! PRAY FOR FATHER AFAR. 0, God! how the wild hurricane rages, And rattles at every pane, While it mournfully moans in the chimney, Like a being in mortal pain. And the rain in torrents descending, Beats a tattoo on the shingles, While the boom of the far-away thunder In the grand symphony mingles! II Hark! how mournful the trees are complaining, As.of their bright plumage they're shorn, And hear how they are snapping and crashing, As nlp by the roots they are torn! While the stream that runs red from the mountain, Sweeps past with, a deafening roar, And the white-lipped waives of the ocean Break their wrath on the rocky-bound shore! III Children, come, gather around by the fire, While it buirns so cozy and bright; And with reverence we'll thank the Great Father, For shelter on such a wild night! WAR LYRICS. 3 3 And behold, where the light through the casement Makes a bright, golden lane through the gloom, While here we sit snug in the parlor, And lists to the dread hurricane's spoom! Iv But pray, my dear little prattlers, pray For father, dear father afar, Who has gone at the call of his country, To th' red burning tempest of war! And it may be alone as a picket, He stands, in the wild, driving rain. Or it may be-O God! how I.trembleHe lies'mongst the mangled and slain. v And my heart in its agony sickens, While the blood flies up to my brain, As I think on the form of my darling, Lying dead on the wet, trodden plain; And I stretch out the arms of affection, Away, through the fast-driving storm, Far away, to the red field of slaughter, To snatch up his poor mangled form vi There's a weight hangs like lead:at my bosom, A grief that is gnawing my soul, A dark premonition of evil, That laughs at my feeble control. Then pray! my dear little prattlers, pray! For father, dear father, afar, That God min compassion would spare him, And bring him all safe from the war! 4 34 WAR LYRICS. THE WIFE'S PRAYER. The fire in the grate had smouldered low, And left but a dull leaden ash; While the lamp on the mantel burned dim, With a faint and a flickering flash; And the sweet little prattlers nowv lay In the lap of bright, rosy sleep,_ Heedless of all the wild, raging tempest And th' vigil their mother did keep. She paced up and down with a nervous tread In the dusk of her lonely room; Then pressed her hot brow upon the cold glass, As she tried to peer through the gloom'. And as she gazed down the midnight's black throat, All was dismal and rayless, save The flash of th' rain that fell on the pain, Or the foam of the breaking wave. III She turned away with a heavy heart, -'And sunk on the floor by a chair, And covered-her face with her burning palmi, And gave vent to her wild despair. "Have mercy! have mercy! great God!" she cries, Througli the mist of her blinding tears; "Have mercy! have mercy, and save my beloved From the fate which my bosom fears! rIv "0 God! great God! thou fountain of Love! Thy promise before Thee Iplead: Have mercy, O Lord! on the dust of thy hands, WAR LYRICS. 35 And crush not a poor bruised reed. O God! lend an ear to my poor feeble cry, From the depths of darkness and tears Spare us, O Lord, from the stroke of my wrath, I' the midst of our sorrowful years! "0 God! from the dust and ashes of grief I stretch feeble hands unto Thee,'As a little babe waileth out i' the dark The face of-its mother to see. Thou hearest the cry of the raven's young And the roar of the beasts of preyShall the Wild heart-wail of thy children, God, Be still fess in thy sight than they? VI " 0, Omnipotent God, in thy glory The light as a garment you wear; Then, oh, leave me not, Father, in blindness, To grope through the gloom of despair. Christ, in mercy remember thy sorrow, With all its great mountain of woesThe agony and sweat of the garden,; The cross in the midst of thy foes! VII " OGod! is thine ear closed against mercy? Are the heavens around Thee as brass, That the cry of those ready to perish, No more to thy presence' may pass? Hear me! O, hear, Xlmighty Jehovah! I perish, I sink'neath my load! Mercy! have mercy, Father Eternal. Have mercy! have mercy, O God!" %WAR LYRICS. ANGELS OF MERCY. TO OUR PATRIOTIC WOMEN. Mday God's benison rest on you, Ye bright and noble band, That like a golden glory shines Mid the darkness of the land; Like shining angels, through the streets,' From house to house you go, With gentle hearts and tender hands, To soothe the pangs of wo. II To tend our sick and wounded braves, Who gallantly went forth, To battle for the good old cause, And vindicate the North! With gentle words and kindly deeds, You soothe their troubled bed; While blessings on your noble hearts, By dying lips are said!_ III While -widows and their orphans blessYour tender-hearted care, For plucking Famine from their throats, And from their hearts Despair! With Christ-like footsteps still ye'tread Life's darkness day by day; While Mercy, like a line of light, Still marks your shining way! IV It is not in the hurricane Of war's red flaming breath, WvAR L;YICS. S. To snatch,the -conqiueror's laurel I iI"' the brning throat' of Death I Nor amidst the wild texcitement'Of battle's dire, alarms,:Mid the shout; of-foes contending, And th' deaf'ning. clash of arms!. VBut on a-'field unmarked, unknown, Your battles. all are fought, And though. men seldom ever -hear: The victories ye hae@ wrought; Yet mid the universe at compt, You'll hear the joyful word, "Well done, my servants, good and true, Be joyful with your LordI" THIE NIGHiT AiFT'ER T:HE BATTLE. The moon through the rack of'the driving'clouds, Like a frightened creature swept, As if nerved with despair,,from crag to crag Of the' driving scud she lept/; And the pale stars peere'dcthrough themurky gloom At th' flight of their queenso -fair;. While some in their terror dropped-'through the void Like reCd, bui'ning bombs'in the a-ir' And stern. Mars shohe -forth with his bloodshot eye, Through the night's black driving bars, Presaging to earth and her countless.hosts Wild: tumults and crimson wars, And the wind with its trem bling finger's smote 3$8 WAR, LYRICS. The leaves' fronm the forest t'ees, While it stti-ck the strings of its viewless harp To wild and weird melodies. III But there were sights and: sounids. more.drear by far Than clouds or piping blast, For through that field of life, from dawn till dusk, The grim reaper Death had passed!. His arm might be: stiff and, his sickle dulliFrom his: crop of human grain: For the streamns ran red and the meadow groaned With its weight of ghastly slain! IV The rife afnd iorttar, alid Parr-ot gun HIad belched lilke the ffires' f hell, And th' sickle of Death-mowed its living swath -With grape and the. bursting shell;. And the charging squadrons tliidering dashed Till they shook the moaning earth, While heaven in pity vailed her fair face, Aind hell shrieked wildly with:mirth'-! Thus from gray-eyed dawn till the dusky eve Th;le:batting: hosts contended, Till night, o'er the scene of carnage and woe, Ifi deWtey tears'decendeId; When the'serried hosts of friend and- of foe Retired from the field of strife, Leaving at eve ten thousand mangled dead Who at dawn were full of life, VI The while thousands of wounded groaning lay In thlir:pain and 4dark despair, WAiRR LtYRICS. And the woundedIcoursers plung'dc'mid the dead, While their screams!disturbed: the' air."Water, cool water, 0{3 give me':t dfink, My blood is scorch'imglike fire,; Give me to drink.from.my; oin'.fthi-e's well — Drink-drink-O, God, I expire!" VII "Alone! alone! on:the red field!of; fame, Dear maid, I perish afar, But still as in life, thou ever'hamst been, In death thou arlt mytlotde'rst.:.!rL-,. Dear Ella,;this picture'you',gae::ere we marched, Tis dyed with life's crimson gore, Ella, I kiss thee,'mid darkness of death-" He ceased-the. brave was no more. VIII "Come, give me your hand my own faithful wife, My fingers are cold and-'starilk, I feel as my heart mere a mountain ofPiceNow fare thee weli, ail is dark tP''Twas thus that. outr wounded a. dying braves, On the field untended lay, Till the darlmkness fled andt the blushing dawn Had bloomed to the perfect day! THE UNI ON. TRI'_ PHiI A.T.:" TE'"POLLS.* I. Then up,up, hUrra-! Let our -battle flag. wave'Now wVe'r united,. * This poemrwas'writtuenwexpressly fbi the':,I Y. Dispatch, and appears by their permission. .40 W.YAPR LYRICS. The old Union to save, Fihom,foul traitor hands, Who would dare, to pull down, Our bright sl;arry gem, Our own flag. of renown! II' That flaunted in pride, In the face of all foes, Till once in their hate. Her own children arose, And in' their -fielce madness, hey have' sought: to deform Freedom's last reifuge - From Tyranny's storm! III But up, up, hurra! For united we stand, With Freedom's bright glave, In a firm, steady hand; Resolye4d that we'll fight. Till ed treas n is hurl'd, Down, down -t' thedust, In despite of the world. TV Hail to the triumph We have gained at the polls, Its voice like tli' thunder, All invincibly rolls! And tells o'er the earth. That we still will uphold. The Stars and the Stripes,-Which our father's unroll'd! WAR LYRICS. 41 V Once more Father Abe Thy commandl has gone forth, And free we obey, With the strength of the North; Whose sons a'e resolved, Let whatever betide, They'll stand like a rock. By the Goverment's side I VI I hear their might tread, As they're marching through the land, They come in valiant pride, A brave heroic band; Who leave their all behind, For wounds and death before, As did their gallant sires In th' glorious days of yore i VII From ~Maine's rude stormy coast, I hear the,battle cry, "Dirego" shakes the woods, * And rends the starry sky; While from out the forest And from the rock-bound shore. I see a noble host In serried columns poer. VIII While bright New Hampshire's sun t Displays its morning light, *' ";Dirego,"-I direct-is the motto of Maine. + The rising sun dispelling the dark clouds of night, is pait of the arms of New Hampshire. 42. WAR LYRICS. Just as her banners shine, On the nation's-dismal night; The while her noble sons Are ready for the fray, Dispelling Treason's gloom, And restoring Freedom's sway. IX And Vermont's motto shines, Amid the dismal rack, "Unity and Freedom," * Reveals her steady track I Freedom for the bondmen, And Unity for all; Thus her gallant heroes H[ath made their battle call. Next, brave Mlassachusetts, With her bright, naked blade, "Peace under Liberty," t She sho.uteth, undismayed. First t' fall at Lexington, And first at BaltimoreSons all worthy of the sires That fell in days of yore. XI Rhode Island with her shield Of Hope upon the tide, t Hath ranged her little band On Freedom's bleeding side. * Freedom and Unity is the motto of Vermont. t "Ense petit placidam sub libertate quietem." By the sword she sheeks peace under liberty, is the motto of Massachusetts. $ The arms of Rhode Island is a shield with an anchor, all floating on the sea, while her motto is " HIope.." WAR LYRICS. 43 And brave Connecticut, Her motto still her stay; "He who hath transplanted, Will.still maintain our sway!" XII Now, see, the Empire State Is marching in the van"Excelsior," her cry, t She peeleth still to-man, While her countless thousands Have shed a purple sea To restore th' stricken land To it lost Unity. XIII And still they forward march At their country's call. Ever foremost in the stivife, To leave, the last of all. And Pennsylvania springs$ Upon her wild mustang, And leading in the charge, She seeks the bSattle's clan I xIV The latest born of all The noble sisterhood I Is foremost in the cause To shed her infant blood; And may sweet Mary land $ "Qui transtulit sustinet." He who transplanted, still sustains, is the motto of Connecticut. f" Excelsior" Higher. The motto of New York. i The shield of Pennsylvania is supported by two wild horses rampant. P Western Virginia. 44 WAR LYRICS. " ncrease and multiply," * Till not a stain Qf blood Shall on her fingers lie. xv Kentucky has arose. Obedient to the call, And on the 6 bloody ground' " Hath let her life-blood fall; While from the crucible Ohio cometh bright, And; bares her noble arm In the cause of Truth and Right! Xvi The while brave Michigan Hath gave her strength and might, And still her daring sons Are ready for the fight. Next Indiana comes, With Illiniois the biave, They? re marching side by side The Old Union still to save. XVII Missouri in her thrall, Hath broke the galling chain, And seeks in liberty Her birthright to maintain; Iowa, the valiant, Is ever in the front, Nor is Wisconsin far behind In the battle's brunt. * "Crestcite et multiplicamini"'-increase and multiply. The motto of Maryland. t " The dark and bloody grounds." The old name "of gKentucky. WAR LYRICS. 45 2CVIII And California Keeps steps in this grand march; While Minnesota stands, Like a Keystone in th' arch; And our noble Kansas, Though bleeding at each pore, With a heart undaunted, She seeks the battle's -roar! XIX And gallant Delia'ware, Despite her' rebel swarms, lIath heard - her country's call And nobly sprung to arms.'Tis thus the States are leagued, For one' grand end sublime, To leave th' starry circle lUnbroken to all time! THE SOLDIER'S BRIDE. Afar upon the battle-plain, The dewy eve descended, Where brave young Henry dying lay, Amici the dead untended. The- pulse of life was ebbi ng-fast, ~His eyes were-dim- already, Iis feeble voice was faint and low, His gory hand unsteady! "Oh Gocl!" the dying soldier cried, "If she were only here —" 5 463 WA R LYRICS. When "' Henry! Henry," through the gloom, Rang in his dying ear. Then fondly clasped within her; arms, She kissed his marble brow, He only smiled-his spirit' passed, For death had claimed him now I III "Awake! awake! my own beloved!" The friantic maiden cried; Then swooning sunk upon his corse, And ere the morn she died! Now calmly sleeping on that plain, They've laid -them side by side; Secure fromn all the storms of life, The soldier and his bride! GIVE ME YOUR HAND JOHNNY BULL. Give me your hand Johnny Bull, That hand that should ever be mine, Heed not the fanatical fool, His curse, or his foul wolfish whine; Who seeks to embrue our right hands, In: the life-blood of each other; To send the red torch through our lands, And hound on brother'gainst brother! II Our language, our literature's one, Our creed and our God are the same, While we are still father and son, And all that we differ's in name, We honor the stock whence we sprung, WVAR LYRICS. 4 7 Are proud of the laws of our line; For is a great Shakspere has sung, While Franklin and Mlorse they are thine! III Our fieedom but differs in name, The first of its kind upon earth;We never will puit you to shame, For giving our nation its birth; But let us forget all the spleen, And rancor of old family jars; And let the red cross in its sheen, Fly intwined with the stripes and the stars! IV Then give me your hand Johnny Bull, That hand that's ne'er gave to a lie; And woe to the knave or his tool, That comes between Johnny and I, Back to back,'gainst the world we'll stand, Sublime in the faith of the past; With Freedom's red glave in our hand, We'll prove true to that faith to th' last. TELL ME OF MY BOY. O tell me of my boy, MIy boy so good and brave; Who at his country's call, WTent forth its flag to save. 0 tell me of his deeds, On Antietam's day, When like a hero bold, He sought the thickest fray. 48 wAR LYRICS. 0 read from that old Times,My sight is growing dim,And let me hear the words, His Colonel said of him,I know them all by heart, For in.the peacefull night, When the house is calm and still, I say them till'tis light! III How "'in that fearful. hour, When his Division broke, And reeled beneath the weight, Of that wild battle shock; He boldly sprung in front, _And waved. his blood-red brand, Alnd shouted " comrades brave, Who'll die for our dear land;" IV They rallied at his word, And dashed upon the foe, Dealing death anad-wounds, In every fearful blow, A minute hand to hand, Their gleaming bayonets clashed, But like a wintery flood, Our heroes boldly dashed; V Upon the foemen's lines, Till they waver and they reel, Beneath our steady fli-e, And the pressure' of our steel! But in that glorious hour, WAR -LYRICS. 49 When "' Victory",'- rent the air, A Rebel bullet samote, Our brave Lieutenant Clair! VI He: neverl breathed nor spoke, Blt sunk upoin the sod, While his proud spirit passed,'t! ms 6fo''' intd -the ars o' G od! A nobler. youth than. he, Or one more true; or brave, Ne'er breathed uponi'the earth, Or filled a soldier's gravel VII You see the tears are falling, Adomvn my aged cheek, But Oh! it cheers my heart, To' hear my neighbors speak Of that'dear boy' of mine, Who perished on that- day, In doing'aiaing: deeds, That won us Victory i VIII Nor would I give.my boy, Thoutgh dead and in 6ie clay, For an living son,'That walks the kearthi to day I So eill me& of iiy- b0y, My boQy so good and brave, Wh6 at htis country's call, Went forth its flag to save! 5* 5 WO- w.Ra- LTyaIG6. FORIT SU~MPTEMR Hark! brothers, hark,'to the distant din, That breaks through the startled night,. To the bugle's blare and. the red -fire's. glare That tell of -the distant fight; Where the perjured trait'or's- gathering host Encircle- a valiant band; Who proudly dare,min the, face of despair, To die for the glorious landa!: A hundred noble hearts are. there, With a leader tried and true'; While flaunting there, i:'the southern air, Is the glorious red white and blue! They have eat th' last meal from their: famished store, While the shot fell hot and fast; And now in the might, of God-and the right; They answer the foe at last I! III Their shot and their shell, like the. bolts of hell, Scatter death.'mxrid the- traitor host; And a hundred fell, while their funeral knell, Was the boom from the'leagured' post-:! And thus for tw6 days'mild fire and smoke, Those gallant heroes fought; While their shot and their ilhell lik the.. bolts of hell, A thousand foeman smote! Till the red shot by the foemen fired, WAR LYRICS. 5 Had lit. Fort Sumpter's tower's; Till the fire demon with his:re-d armfs, aad swathed-that band of orirs; Still in the heat of:the scorching'flames,, Our banner proudly floats, While the red tempest of wounds and death, Is poured from our cannon's throats." V At length to hunger and toil they yield,So the Traitors need not boast, For that valianit band, could still withstand, The might of the Miebel host! But hunger and toil, and schorching fire, And not the battle'ss blast;'Bid their brave leader yield the Fort, To their Country's foes at-last 1 LULABY. Luliiby, hulatby, O hush my dear. babe;, On mother's warm bosom, Thy red' cheek'is laid; While shie thinks' of father, Who slumbers to-night, All mangled:and cold,: On th' red field-. f fight. II Lllaby, lulaby, O creep to my: breast, Anid ith- thy soft'cooin:-s Sing thee to rest; 2a WWAR LYPICS. While your poor mother's thoughts, Mdlst'stray through the gloom, Thus to weep in the dark, O'er that bloody tomb! III.Lulaby:, lulaby, You have nought to fear, For though the storm rages, Your mother is near; While her lone window's tears., Aie wetting her pillow, For father that's sleeping, Beneath the marsh willow I IV Lulaby, lulaby, Creep close to my heart, For since father was slain, Thrice dearer. thou art! But now my sweet orphan, Is sleeping so still, I'll ease my poor heart, By weeping my fill! MARCH ON YE GALLANT BRAVES! March on, ye galhant:braves, Upon the-path of:-g!ory, Fear not the Traitor knaves, In darkest.crimes grown hoary; Long have they ruled in blood, In fiendish wrath and'glee-man, But little understood the The metal of the free-man! WAR LYRICS. 5 II They thought by crack of whip, To make us shake and shiver, And in their greedy grip, To make us slave for-ever; But now the giant North, Has woke up from her dreaming, And goes to battle forth, With star-gemm'd banner streaming. III Still streaming as of yore, When we met the prdud enslaver, And made him quell before Our country's first endeavor! Then march, ye gallant band To triumph.and to glory, The prais'd of every land, The bravest sons of story! AROUSE I Arouse! brothers,'rouse! For our dear native land; And-strike for its glory With heart and with hand I While round the old banner We will rally in pride, And scatter the Traitors, Would'dare to'deride! II Or spurn the bright stars, Which our fathers:unfurled, The hope of the earth 54 NWVAR LYRICS. And the light of the world I Arouse! brothers,'rouse! F'or our dear native land I And strike for its honor, With heart'and with hand I SOING OF THE EXEMPTS. I'm exempt, I'm exempt, I vow and declare, I'm exempt, I'm exempt from the "'draft" I will swear, What, though the rebels our soil may invade, And wipe out each general of pick-axe and spade? Oh! -vhat do I care though a million are slain; And our starry-gemmed- banner is tramped on the plain? Oh! what do I care, who may fail or may thrive, I'm exempt, I'm exempt, I'm o'er forty-five! I'm exempt, I'm exempt, I vow and declare, I'm exempt, I'm exempt from the "'draft" I will swear, Oh! what do I care, wvhat my neighbors may say, That I've jumped o'er ten years in less than a day? Oh! what do I care for my nation and lawns? I heed not her shame, I seek not applause; But still for the Alnizfgty _Dollcr I'll drive, I'm exempt, I'm exempt, I'ni over forty-five! III I'm exempt, I'm exempt, I vow and declare, I'm exempt, I'm exempt from the "draft" I will swear. WAR LYRICS. 55 I always was healthy from heel unto nobe, But now I have troubles as many as Job; You may wink and may sneer, and say "it's all gas," That such a lame "ho'se" with the doctors won't pass: But I'm aches, I'm pains, from the head to the toe, I'm exempt, I'm exempt, from the "draft" you must know! Iv I'm exempt, I'm exempt, I vow and declare, I'm exemjit, I'm exempt fiorm the "'draft'" I will swear. I'm free to confess that I find greater charms, In a trip to the Province, than taking up arms; I'm off, I'm off, with the very first train, And when the war is over I'll come back again: You call me a sneak-I heed not your twaddle. I'm exempt, I'm exempt, I mean to skecdacdcdle! A SONG AND A CHEER. A song and a cheer To the new-born year As he comes through the midnight down, We'll bid him-God speed, And pray that his meed May have Peace and Love for its crown. II Then wake, brothers, wake, And for Love's sweet sake Let the heavenly stranger in; To rule and to reign, 56 WAR LYRICS, And remove each stain Of hatred, of wrath, and of sin! III To blot out the wrong That has severed so long, Between man and his brother man, To banish the strife, And the jars of life, That have been humanity's ban I IV To quench the wild fire Of tyranny's ire, That has deluged the earth with gore, And break the ired brand In the despot's hand, And the reign of King Love restore I V To heal up the scars And fratricide wars Inflicted by men on each other, To crush out the wrong Of the weak by the strong — Of Cain still slaying his brother. -VI Then let hand strike hand Through our stricken land, And each heart meet each heart in love,. And with song and with cheer We'll hail the New Year, An Angel of Peace from above! WAR LYRICS. 5 7 WAITING. The ruby Sun has sunk Like a jewel in the sea, While twilight softly comes In her-calm- serenity; Thus leading up Old Night Like a pilgrim, by the hand, In her black-purple robe, Starry-gemmed, superbly grand! II While silently I sit, All alone Within my room, To watch the silver lights, As they blossomlin the gloom; And list the night wind's sigh As it smites the Autumn leaves, That fall in blood-red clouds Downi upon the yellow sheaves! III The while hot scalding tears, Are swift welling from mine eyes, To think of that red-field Where my mangled lover lies! Where in youth and beauty,.And his-undaunted might, He met the Rebel horde, In the. stormyofield.of oght. f 58 %WAR LYRICS. IV While the crimson carnage Was sweeping to and firo, HIe bore his country's flag,'Mid the thickest of the foe! But that deed of daring Cost my noble love his life, And he fell a mangled corse, On that bloody field of strife. And now I'm left in tears, In my maiden-widowhood, To mourn my soldier love In this lone solitude! For on that day we wed, HIe went forth with his corps,I blessed him as he passed, To return to me no more! VI My head went swimming round, As their platoons marched past, And my spirit whispered, "Look upon him for the last!" The grief-mist swam before me, And my heart felt like a stone; For,'mid the cheer of thousands, I felt desolate and lone. VII Sometimes when I'm musing, I leap up from my chair, For I hear the footstep wmA~R L..YRX. g59 Of.my darling.on the. stair:; And I bid,him.welqie, But m.y eyes.floo4up? with tears, For Ill.ne'er behld. him? In the: long,::long Ilight of yge-ars! That.-stretches. dark. and, dim,? QnO life'-s; sad., dreary;roa.4,: Till I. shall.. embrace.him:, In:the. R-oya;l home.of.f Qjd- Thus;.I bear -my burthens, Thfro.ugh. his. lqong long.dre.4ary way, Waiting for the promis e Of the.Lord.s. a.pointed. day.! Ti.:E NAMELE$SS- BRAVE.' I In the world's wild strifle and'conflic, OiW lifes deadly bttle-plain VWhere oppression, la'te atn dlIsorrotv,'O6Xiif"their tausan&Vthou'ands- slin, In.this strife how m-any.heroes Fall u.b!apneZd.4 by. ame, In the ranks::the -.fou.gIt and'perished, Filling g:ayes without..:a nhme. II Not__'mid. carnage did tIese. heroes SeetI the.soldiers goey:: eaythi.'..T Not by smiting hum.an cattle... 680 VWAR LYIrICS. Down up'on the field of death, Nor the trenches': crimson channels, Nor the daring-escalade-. Hewing pathways up to glory, With" a keen and' gleaming blade. III Filling hearts -an-d-homes with sadness, Staihing earth with.human gore, Blighting hopes; that early perish, In that sad word; Never-more" Leaving widows'sadly wailing, -For their loved,: th'ir precious dead; With the voice of Rachel crying, Never to -be iomfrted. IV But these. heroes,, men and women, In the peaceful. walks of life; Did their noble deeds of dal'ing, Far from turmoil. and from strife, By the sick-bed and the. errhig, Where their, words of comfort fail; By their deeds of gentle mercy, Like God's blessings, blessing all. By the triumph' of their passions, By their battles in the Right, By their succor of the helpless, Of the Right against the Might, What although they pasIs unheeded, O'er life's dak iand dreary way, Though ino;shouting thousands greet them, With tihe crowt' of V-ictoriy? IWAR LYRICS. 61 VI What, although they are forgotten, By the Ages as they roll, Though their names may ne'er be blazoned, On Fame's bright triumphal-scroll? Yet their deeds shall live forever, In the record up above, And their names shall ring with blessings, From the lips of boundless Love. PERSEVERE. I Art thou one that's meek and lowly, Striving with the ills of life? If thy cause be just and holy, Fear not then to meet the strife: For thy Mlaker and thy Father Soon shall light the darkness drear Which around thy path may gatherCourage, then, and persevere! II Art thou one who battles bravely In the cause of truth and right? Fear not though the arm of knavery Smite thee in its hour of mightStill undaunted, boldly forward, For thy heart has nought to fear; Still through life be this thy watch-word, In the truth we'll persevere! 6'> 6e *tiWAR LYRICS. III For man's mind is of that fashion That can conquer at its will, All the evils of each passion, All that bears the name of ill! Statesman, poet, father, mother, Or whatever name you bear.; Turn my erring-sister, brother, Seek the right and persevere! GIVE US PEACE. Give us Peace! A righteous Peace, O Lord! Acording to thy word. Let havoc cease! Look on our land, Our poor afflicted clime, Thus suffering for our crime At Thy right hand! O spare us God! In our Gethsemane, We look alone to Thee Who holds the rod! WAR LYRICS. 63 IV 0.not ill.wrath, 0.not ia anger smite! Yet, lead. us into.light, E'en though by Death! v Let haoc..cease,For as the. hungry brood, Wide gapeth. for their.fod, WNe seek foa' Peace! TO THE 79th. N. Y. HIGHLANDERS. RIESPEC1RI LLY INSCRIBED TO COLONEL MORRISON. Then up, hurra! for the sons of the mountain, With their bright tartans and bonnets o' blue, Fierce as the waves of their own native fountains; Brave hearts of steel that are loyal and true, Sons of the sires, who are famous in story, Land of the Bruce, and Wallace, the brave, March on to triumph, to honor and glory, The stars and the stripes from pollution to save. II How oft has your slogan rung o'er the battle, Telling of death to the treacherous foe, Yet steady and cool mid musketry's rattle, And booming of guns right onward you go. 64 WAR LYRICS. Then up, hurra! for the sons of the mountain, With their bright tartans and bonnets o' blue, Fierce as the waves of their own native fountains, Brave hearts of steel that are loyal and true. III A hundred red fields your valor has spoken, Worthy the land of the) mountain and flood, Where your thinned ranks,'undaunted, unbroken, Fought for the Union'mid carnage and blood, Then up, hurra for the sons of the mountain, With their bright tartans and bonnets o' blue, Fierce as the waves of their own native fountains, Brave hearts, of steel that are loyal and true. IV Then hip, hip, hurra! for the land whence they sprung, And a cheer for the deeds of their daring,Their praise shall be told and their fame shall be sung,In the hour of the nation's despairing! Then up, hurra! for the sons of the mountain, With their bright tartans and bonnets o' blue, Fierce as the waves of their own native fountains, Brave hearts of steel that are loyal arid true. A TALE OF THE MINNESOTA MASSACRE, 3BY W. A. DEVON, Author of "ed-,Mark," " Harold," "War Lyrics," etc. We intend to publish the above story, about the end 6f Jannary. It is:isaid, by those who have read the manuscript, to be one of the most startling and thrilling Tales of Border Life; which has ever been issued from the New York press.: The tens, of thousands who read the Author's former story of Red Mapi will watch with deep anxiety for the appearance of t coming work The incidents of this powerful narrative, are at fresh in theiminds of the people. The wholesale and indiscriminate massacre' of' men, women, and children, sent a thrill.of horror through the great heart of humanity I And our Author'th-ai graphic pen, has portrayed the fearful deeds of cruelty, inflicted by the remorseless savages I and leads the reader on with breathless interest to the last page; every one of which, teems with:interest and wild adventure. The chadacters are drawn with a master hand. The gentle, lov~i' sk lml VIMarsden; with all her trials, sufferings and steady constancy't: arly love:;inspires us with admiration. While the wily hypocrite, the Rev. Paul Knacker, with all his schewping and duplicity, is beautifully portrayed. The brave, but eccentric BilI Ralston, Wolftrap, Joe Painter, and the little Cockney, Dicky Pudding, Esq. "von of the Haristockricy," can not fail to interest/anit amuse the reader. While the bselsacrticming and heroic Indian Chief, War Eagle, is without a parallel out of the great works of Cooper. The plot is well conceived, and excellently carried out.; taking the readerSaltogether: -by surprise. We are confident that "TIIHE LILY OF, THE WOODS," will create a greater sensation amongst the reading public thian that produced by "' Red Mark " THE PUBLISHER. INSPIRED BY THE INCIOENTS AND SCENES-OF THE PRESENT WAR J. F. FEEKS, PUBLISHER, N o. 26 AN N STREET, N. Y. JUST PUBIZISHED: The Lincoln Catechism, WIEREIN THE Eccentricities and Beauties of Despotism Are fully set forth, being a complete Guide to the Presideno Election of 1864. Price 15 Cents. Post F-ee. Abraham Africanus 1. Mysteries of the White House, Diabolism-Seward, Necromancer-Lincoln in the Trance —R( veals his Secret History. Price 15 Cents. Post Free. SONGS & BALLADS - OF FREEDOM Inspired by the Incidents and Scenes of this present War, beirmj the finest collection of Songs ever published. Price 15 Cents Per dozpa $1.50. Postage free. $10.00 PER 100. J. F. FEEKS, Publisher, 26 Ann St. N. Y. IN-PMlED BY THEH IlCIDEtiTS AND:SCENES OF: THE PRESENT WAR J. FEEIKS, PUBLISHIER, INo. 26 ANN STREET, N. Y. CONTENTS. The American Flag............................. 3'Who will Care for Mother now..................... 4 The Beauties of Conscription..................... 5 She's black but that's no matter.... 6, We come to raise the banner................. 7 I wish I had a fat contract......................... 8 Our New Battle Cry............... - Let me kiss him for his mother....................11 Kiss me Good Night.............................1 Three hundred thousand more..13 W hen Johnny comes marching home.............14 Battle of Lexington................ 16 How are you Shoddy?.......................... 17 Cabinet Pictures...................,.....18 Old shoddy....- 20 Fight for the Nigger................................ 22 Old Abe and Old Nick.....................23 How are you. Greena!ncks?......................... 24 When this Cruel Draft is Over............... 25 White Soldier's Song.................. 26 De INigger on de Fence..27 Abraham the First (Repudiator)......... 29 Song of the Loyal Leaguers.................30 The Widowed Sword. 31 I'm going to fight Mit Segil.........32 Ordted into the Army..............................34 Miles O'Reilly on the Naygur...... 35 When this Cruel Draft is Over..36 Old Abe, my Jolly Jo..............................37 The Conscript's ymn...........................8 The Flag of Democracy..... 39 When this Cruel War is Over......40 Parody on do....................................41 Dear Mother I've come home to die............42 Our Dead.........................................43 Song of Greenbacks..............................44 The Waste of War............ 46 Song of the Blacksmith's Wife................. 47 JEntered according to Act of Congress. in the year' 1864, by J. F. FEEKS, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of thle United States, for the Southern Libtrict of New-York. FREEDOM. THE AMERICAN FLAG. The flag of my country! how proudly I hail Its stripes and its stars, as it floats in the gale; From battlement, tower and mast, o'er a land As free as the air by which it is fanned. A terror alike to the tyrant and slave, But the standard where rally the good and the brma' leo The land it floats o'er is a beautiful land, They who flung it aloft were a glorious band; But to guLard it from insult and foemen, think youi There are spirits less daring or hearts now less tr let Be assured in the onset no freeman will lag, When called to defend the American flag. His flag i's his altar-each hearth is a throng The cause of his country he feels as his own, And proclaiims to all tyrants and pitiful elves, That intelligent freemen can govern themselves_ Be assured that never a freeman will lag, When called to protect the American flag. CHoRus-Be assured that never a freeman will IL When called to protect the American fl ~:4 ESONGS AND WHO WILLX CAVRE FOR MOTHER NOW? [Words by CHAS. CAnROLm SAwEyRt-Music by CHAs. F. THomSoN. The Music to be had of SAWYER & THOMPSON, 59 Fulton Avenue, Brooklyn, N. Y.] Why am I so weak an-d weary? See how faint my heated breathAll around to me seems darknessTell me, comrades, is this death? Ah-! how well I know your answerTo my fate I meekly bowIf you'll only tell me truly: Who will care for mother now? COoRus —Soon with angels I'll be marching, With bright laurels on my browI have for my Country fallen, Who will care for mother now? Who will comfort her in sorrow? Who will dry the falling tear, Gently smooth her wrinkled forehead? Who will whisper words of cheer? Even now I think I see-her Kneeling, praying for me! how Can I leave her in her anguish? Who will care for mother now? CaORUs. Let this knapsack be my pillow, And my mantle be the sky; Hasten, comrades, to the battle I I will like a soldier dieSoon with angels I'll. be nmarehing, With bright laurels on my brow-; I have for my Country fallen, Who will care for mother now? CHORUS. BALLADS OF FREEDOM. 5 THE BEAUTIES OF CONSCt~1PTION. BY JEAN - YALJEAN. And thus the " people's sovereignty," Before:a despot humbled, Lies in the dust,'neath power unjust, Its crown and sceptre crumbledTheir brows distained-like felo ns chained To negroes, called " their betters;" Their whininge drowned in " Old Johv Brozen"t Poor "sovereipns," wearing fetters I Hurrah -for the Conscription! American Conscription! Well have they quaefed oldk Liaoln's Draft. Hurrah for the Conscription! Some think this hideous spectacle. Should move the heart to sadness, That fetters ought-O! silly thoughtSting freemen's souls to madness-! When has the stock 6f Plymouth Rock Been melted to compunction? As for Provo's, the wide world knows That chaining is their function! Hurrah for the Conscription! American Conscription! And for the stock of Plymouth Rock, Whence sprung this new Conscription! What matter if you're " sandwiched "'in A host of sable fellows, Well flavored men —your kith and kinSo Abe and Sumner tell usl. Is no0t this war, this murdcr for The negro —nolens volens? EJ SONGS AND For every three, now killed of ye, There's just a negro stolen!.And then ye have Conscription, American Conscription I Your blood must flow for them ye know. Hurrah for the Conscription! SUE'S BLACK, BUT THAT'S NO MATTER. My lDinah dear, she's as beautiful quite As * star that shines calmly at the close of the night; A TQice like a siren, a foot like a fay"iSh's just such a gal you don't meet every day!" (Spoken.)-But she's black I CORUs- I know she is, but what of that? You'd love, could you look at her; I'd have: her just the way she isShe's black, but that's no matter. Shlives on the banks of a bright-flowing stream, hn a cabin that might have been built in a dream, Surrounded by roses, and woodbines, and leaves, "','hat twine and climb up to the eaves." (Spooken.)-But she's so very black; I know she is, etc. If ever I marry this dark-colored maid, You'll believe in the truth of what I have said; hlove her because her complexion will keep, 4'4nd they say that all beauty is only skin-deep." (Spoken.)-But she's black! I know she is, etc. BALLADS -OF FREEDON. 7 WE C03E TO RAISE OUR BANNER. Am-" The Old Granite State." We are Freedom's sons and daughters Who love our native land, We are Freedom's sons and daughters, Who love our native land; And to guard each hill and valley, And to guard each hill and valley, We pledge our heart and hand. CHORUs —Then high we raise our banner, Yes, on high we raise our banner, Yes, on high we raise our banner, - With the stars and stripes so grand, And to guard each hill and valley, And to guard each hill and valley, We pledge our heart and hand. We never can be conquered, Though foes around us rave, We never can be- conquered, Though foes around us rave, For we have right gallant leaders, For we have right gallant leaders, Whose hearts are true and brave. CHonus-Then high we raise our banner, Yes, on high we raise our banner, Yes, on high we raise our banner, With the stars and stripes so grand, And their shouts to Heaven going, &e. SONGS AND I WISH I HAD A FAT CONTRACT. Sung by DAN HOLT, Ethiopian Comedian, AIR —" Bacrbara A4lan." 0 WHITE folks! here I is again, Where merry hours we passes;