I AM STILL ALIVE AND WELL AFTER THE FIGHT AT BUCKHANNON VA. JULY 1ST, '61. THOU'RT living still, though blood-stained war Thou'rt living still the hope of the brave, Thou'rt living still, for how canst thou die While Liberty bides in our land? You lived with her, fought for her, bearing on high Her banner when treason's foul legions were nigh, When the strife came had e'en to hand! Thou'rt living still, the thousands who fall, In the memory urn of their country, whose call Live on, then, ye heroes! ye triumph in right! Your names in our annals shall ever be bright, ANONYMOUS WAS MY BROTHER IN THE BATTLE. BATTLE AT WILLIAMSPORT, VA. Tell me, tell me, weary soldier, From the rude and stirring wars Where you gained those noble scars? When the tide of war raged high? Was my brother in the battle, Till he fell among the fallen Of our dear and cherished flag. Was my brother in the battle And protection of our fame? And the cannon deeply roared, C. S. FOSTER. THE STRUGGLE. SKIRMISH AT FARMINGTON, VA. Say not, the struggle nought availeth And as things have been they remain. If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars; And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light. In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But Westward, look the land is bright. ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH. A NATION'S PRAYER. FIRST NATIONAL CELEBRATION DURING THE WAR. JULY 4TH, '61. GOD of our fathers, now extend And grasp from destruction's pow'r The land so blessed by Thee with all Where like a beacon for the world God of our fathers, still the storm No longer let the fearful gale 'Round Freedom's cradle sweep. God of our fathers, give us light, Let wisdom in our councils sit, Oh! yield them light, that they may see That gives a nation to despair, And Freedom up to woe! God of our fathers, He who hears Thy voice the dead may wake— Stretch forth thy hand-oh! speak the word, For our dear country's sake! O! weep not mother-weep not now, Our country is in danger, mother- You surely would not hold me back, No! mother, no! that starry flag Must never be disgraced; Our swords shall have no peace or rest |