WHEN MY LOVER RETURNS. AFTER THE BATTLE OF BLUE GAP, VA., Он, my bird, my beautiful bird! The saddest maiden under the sun I must be, till this weary war is done; Ah! your voice could never drop as it does If you ever had loved a soldier lad, And was gone away to the wars. You are quiet now! too quiet, my bird, "Tis fearful to feel the house so still, Yet low, sing low, while he is gone You must sing for us both in that blessed day, For my eyes will be dim with the happy tear, And my heart will come to my lip so near, That I cannot speak for joy! PHEBE CARY. THE DYING DRUMMER BOY. AFTER THE BATTLE OF CEDAR KEYS, FLA., "I AM dying comrades, raise my head. I've long time feared, and yet I hoped, "Tis not because I fear to die- A thousand lives, if they were mine, "But 'tis because within my home, Now many miles away, I see my aged mother kneel At eventide to pray. And 'tis for me, her only son, She offers up that prayer; She prays that He who reigns above- "She little thinks that on the field, But, comrades, tell her, ere she dies, What were my last words here(And then he raised his glassy eyes) I'll watch for her up there." LOUISA. WHAT TIDINGS FROM THE CAMP. BATTLE OF MILL SPRINGS, KY., JANUARY 19TH, '62. My brother and loved soldier friend, " On "picket" guard, God shield thee e'er; Or in the battle raging hard, God shield thee still shall be my prayer. What tidings are there from the camp, What news from the seat of war, to night? I charge thee tell how speeds the fight? What tidings are there from the war? What do our troops-and what the foe? O, by all things which righteous are, Strike !—to give Treason its death blow! And 'neath Heaven's blue, ethereal arch, JAMES A. C. O'CONNOR. WHAT NEWS FROM THE WEST. CAPTURE OF FORT HENRY, TENN., "DID'ST hear the news, just from the West?" In thrilling tones salute the ear; The traitors that our land infest, Are driven back with groan and fear— And Mississippi with the streams, That pour their life into her flood, The Sun of Liberty now shines And terrify Rebellion's ranks. Fort Henry's ramparts 'neath the folds All patriot hearts from mount to shore? The grandest onset of the war! THO. ELLIS. OR FILL AN OCEAN GRAVE. THE CAPTURE OF ROANOKE ISLAND., THOUGH many a year of Peace has come, We wrenched the trident from The Empress of the main : Since Lawrence, with his ebbing breath, Inspir'd his gallant crew, Or over Erie, dark with death, Our Perry's thunder flew : The blood of valiant men that wet Off Carolina's coast our fleet, By brave men's skill controlled, Yet, 'mid our triumphs, let us weep For Monteil and the brave, Who, 'neath the sands of Roanoke sleep, C. F. B. |