He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, 1861. STONEWALL JACKSON'S WAY (BY JOHN W. PALMER) Come, stack arms, men! Pile on the rails, Stir up the camp-fire bright; No matter if the canteen fails, We'll make a roaring night. Here Shenandoah brawls along, 15 20 1862. 5 We see him now-the old slouched hat 10 The shrewd, dry smile; the speech so pat, The "Blue-Light Elder" knows 'em well: Says he, "That 's Banks-he 's fond of shell; 15 Silence! ground arms! kneel all! caps off! Attention! it's his way. Appealing from his native sod, In forma pauperis to God "Lay bare thine arm, stretch forth thy rod! Amen!" That 's "Stonewall's Way." 20 1862. "Quick-step! we 're with him before dawn!" That 's "Stonewall Jackson's Way." The sun's bright lances rout the mists Pope and his Yankees, whipped before, Ah, maiden, wait and watch and yearn Ah, widow, read with eyes that burn That ring upon thy hand. FROM THE SONG OF THE REBEL (BY JOHN ESTEN COOK) One form alone remains behind; And lo, the figure comes, Wrapped in his old gray riding-cape, A grizzled chevalier, See Lee, our spotless Southern Knight, We know him well, our captain, The foremost man of all, 1864. The breeze that sighed across his brow, And smoothed its deepened lines, Fresh from his own loved mountains bore The murmur of their pines, And the glad sound of waters, The blue rejoicing streams Whose sweet familiar tones were blent With the music of his dreams: They brought no sound of battle's din, But only tenderest memories Of his own fair Arlington; With, perhaps, a grander vision Which, alas, was not to be, Of a new-born banner floating O'er a land redeemed and free. While thus the chieftain slumbered. Forgetful of his care, The hollow tramp of thousands Came sounding through the air: With ringing spur and sabre And trampling feet they come, Sees where, beneath the shade. Had spread to rear and van; As deep and sudden fell As though some mighty wizard Had hushed them with a spell; Round her baby's cradle-bed; So softly on they swept 5 ΙΟ 15 20 25 30 35 40 45 It seemed a ghostly army Had passed him as he slept: Was that whose magic wove CAVALRY-SONG (BY ELBRIDGE J. CUTLER) 1866. The squadron is forming, the war-bugles play: No breeze shakes the blossoms or tosses the grain, Lo, dim in the starlight their white tents appear! 50 5 Now fall on the Rebel-a tempest of flame! IO Strike down the false banner whose triumph were shame! Hurrah, sheathe your swords! the carnage is done. All red with our valor, we welcome the sun. Up, up with the stars! we have won! we have won! 15 1864. SHERIDAN'S RIDE (BY THOMAS BUCHANAN READ) Up from the south, at break of day Like a herald in haste, to the chieftain's door,/ The terrible grumble and rumble and roar, Telling the battle was on once more, And Sheridan/twenty miles away. / 5 |