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 1866 
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 )-'- iHE JACKET OF GREY, 
 
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THE JACKET OF GREY, 
 
 AND 
 
 OTHER FUGITIVE POEMS 
 
 BY 
 
 MRS. C. A. BALL. 
 
 OF 
 
 OUR LOVED AND LOST C A U S I- , 
 
 AND 
 
 OUR MARTYRED DEAD 5 
 ^'OUTNUMBERED, NOT OUTBRAVED." 
 
 WF.ITTEN KXi'REfj.Sl.V lOK TIIK CHARLKfiTON DAILY XKWS. 
 
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 CHARLESTON: 
 
 JO^KPII WALKER, Agt., STATIONEll AND PRINTER 
 
 129 MKKTING-STRKET, 
 
 1866. 
 
THE JACKET OF GREY 
 
 Fold it uj) carefully, lay it aside; 
 Tenderly touch it, look on it with pride; 
 For dear must it be to our hearts evermore, 
 The jacket of grey our loved soldier boy wore. 
 
 Can we ever forget when he joined the brave band, 
 Who rose in defence of our dear Southern land, 
 And in his bright youth hurried on to the fray, 
 How proudly he donned it? the jacket of grey. 
 
 His fond mother blessed him and looked up above. 
 Commending to Heaven the child of her love; 
 What anguish was her's, mortal tongue cannot say. 
 When he passed from her sight in the jacket of grey. 
 
 But her country had called, and she would not repine, 
 Though costly the sacrifice placed on its shrine ; 
 Her heart's dearest hopes on its altar she lay, 
 When she sent out her boy in the jacket of grey. 
 
 Months passed, and war's thundei-s rolled over the land, 
 Unsheathed was the sword, and lighted the brand; 
 We heard in the distance the sounds of the fray. 
 And prayed for our boy in the jacket of grey. 
 
THE JACKET or (iKEY. 
 
 Ah! viiin, all, all vain Averc our prayers and our tears. 
 The glad shout of vietoiy rang in our oars; 
 But our treasured one on the red battle field lay, 
 While the life-blood oozed out on the jacket of grey. 
 
 His young comrades found him. and tenderly bor 
 The cold lifeless form to his home by the shore; 
 Oh. dark Avere our hearts on that terrible day, 
 When we saw our dead boy in the jacket of grey. 
 
 Ah! sj^oUed and tattered, and stained now with gore. 
 Was the garment which once he so proudly wore; 
 We bitterly wej)t as we took it away. 
 And replaced with death's white robes the jacket ot 
 
 AVe laid him to rest in his cold narrow bed, 
 And graved on the marble we placed o'er his head. 
 As the proudest tribute our sad hearts could pay, 
 He never disgraced the jacket of grey. 
 
 Then fokl it u]) carefully, lay it aside, 
 Tenderly touch it, look on it with pride; 
 For dear must it be to our hearts evermore, 
 The jacket of grej' our loved soldier boy woj-el 
 
CAROLINA 
 
 Mid her ruins proudly stands 
 
 Our Carolina : 
 
 Fetters are ii])on her liands, 
 
 Dear Carolina. 
 
 Vet she feels no sense of shame, 
 
 Tor upon tlie scroll of fame 
 
 She hath writ a (h'athles.s name: 
 Brave Carolina. 
 
 She was first our wrongs to feel, 
 Our Carolina: 
 
 First to unsheath the glittering steel, 
 Dear Carolina. 
 
 She was first to strike the blow. 
 
 At the oppressor and the foe. 
 
 First to lay their standard low; 
 Brave (,'arolina. 
 
 On her brow there is no stain, 
 Our Carolina; 
 
 She hath poured out blood like rain, 
 Dear Carolina. 
 
 Vain her struggles and her pains, 
 
 On her limbs arc clanking chains, 
 
 But her glory yet remains; 
 
 i^rave Carolina. 
 
CAROLINA. 
 
 Bitterly we mourn her fate, 
 
 Our Carolina; 
 
 Cherished old Palmetto State, 
 
 Dear Carolina: 
 
 Yet while the soul of man is free, 
 
 Honored forever shall she be. 
 
 The mother of our chivalry; 
 
 Brave Carolina. 
 
 Xobly now she bears her wrongs. 
 
 Our Carolina; 
 In her night slie still hath songs. 
 Dear Carolina ; 
 In the dust her sons lie low, 
 Yet pride is mingled with her woe, 
 The}' fell with faces to the foe; 
 
 Brave Carolina. 
 
 Though in fetters now she stands, 
 
 Our Carolina; 
 8001! she'll burst the enslaving bands, 
 
 Dear Carolina : 
 Iler star in' beauty yet shall blaze. 
 And pierce the gloom that hides its rays, 
 Glor}- surround her latter days; 
 ]>rave Carolina. 
 
LINES 
 
 WRITTEN ON TUK DEATH OF OUR BKtOVRD 
 
 GENERAL STONEWALL JACKSON. 
 
 There's a wail of woe on the summer breeze, 
 A cr}' resounding o'er land and o'er seas, 
 A lament for the noble, the true, the brave, 
 Now borne to his rest in a martj'r's grave. 
 
 There is mourning on Eappahannock's shore, 
 Where his battle cry will be heard no. more; 
 There is mourning in camp, and cot, and hall. 
 For the Christian hero, beloved of all. 
 
 Aye. death has stricken a ruthless dart, 
 
 It is quivering in a nation's heart. 
 
 And our country lies bleeding 'neath the blow. 
 
 Which has laid our honored chieftain low. 
 
 The shout of victory rent the air, 
 
 We knew not that it had cost so dear; 
 
 The shout of victory is subdued. 
 
 For 'twas purchased Avith our Jackson's bh)od. 
 
H I.INKS ON THE DKATII OF STONEWALL JACKSON. 
 
 All, irnxiiy fell on tliat well fought field, 
 To wliom ill! lionor and praises we yield; 
 Bat the sun which set on that bloody plain 
 When Jacksoii fell, wil 
 
 Jle won for himself a crown of fame, 
 Jle has left behind him a deathless name, 
 And our children's children will rise and bless 
 The hero Avho fell in the wilderness. 
 
 Hut what to him is the voice of fame; 
 And what to him is the deathless name; 
 And what are glory and earth's renown, 
 To hin\ who has won an immortal crown ? 
 
 We thought tlio laurel's green wreath to weave, 
 
 For him o'er Avhose death cold form Ave grieve 
 But the gathered laurels must droop and fade, 
 For on the bier their bright leaves are laid. 
 
 Our sunny land is dee]) veiled in gloom, 
 iler fair daughters weep o'ei' our chieftain's doom 
 E'en our gallant braves drop the tears of Avoe, 
 O'er that Avell loved form in the dust laid low. 
 
 Weep on, but i-aise the tearful eyes, 
 To the glorious mansions above the skies, 
 Where the deeply mourned his warfare done. 
 His last victory gained, his rest has won. 
 
FORGET? N E V E R ! 
 
 is AN'SWKH Tu TIIK SKNTIMEXT L.VTKI.Y KXI'RKSSKD i;Y MANY, 
 "WK SHOULD FOUGKT TIIK IWST." 
 
 <Jan the mother forget the child of her love, 
 Who was into her tenderest heart strings wove. 
 Who lisped his first prayer her knee beside. 
 And grew to manhood her joy and pride? 
 Can she look over his early grave, 
 And forifettino; the cause he died to save. 
 Think of the past as it never had been ? 
 Those years in her thoughts are too fresh 1 wee 
 
 For (let ? Never ! 
 
 Can tlio father forget his lirst born son. 
 Wiio ere his boyhood was fairly run, 
 Shouldered his musket and left his side, 
 And for love of his country fought and died? 
 Think you oblivion's waves can roil 
 Over a parent's stricken soul ? 
 Oh, no : the past with its waves of blood, 
 Surges his heart like a mighty flood ; 
 
 Forget ? Never. 
 
10 FORGET? never! 
 
 (.'an the sister forget the brother beloved, 
 AVlio with her through the haunts of childhood roved? 
 Can she think of the wound on his manly brow, 
 Which laid his proud form forever low ? 
 And can memory be a thing of nought, 
 And the years with such terrible anguish fraughtj 
 Be unto her as they ne'er had been ? 
 OA, no: they will ever be fresh and green. 
 
 Forget ? Never. 
 
 Can the maiden forget the noble youth. 
 Who had pledged to her his love and truth? 
 Can the wife forget the husband tried, 
 Who for love of his country left her side? 
 Can the stricken orphan dry her tears. 
 And think no more of those vanished years? 
 Dark years of terror, of death, and woe? 
 Their bleeding hearts cry, no ; oh, no. 
 
 Forget ? Never. 
 
 Can any true Southern heart forget. 
 While our land with blood and tears is wet? 
 While the mother's, the widow's, the orphan's waiK 
 Is borne to our ears from hill and vale ? 
 While our homesteads in ashes 'round us lie. 
 And for bread our starving myriads cry? 
 While he, the chief of our fallen cause, 
 'Gainst mercy's plea, and honor's laws. 
 Pines still within his prison walls. 
 And justice in vain for his freedom calls; 
 
 Forget? Never. 
 
roRCJET? never! 11 
 
 Time may bring healing upon his wings, 
 
 May bind in our hearts the shattered strings ; 
 
 Forgiveness of injuries yet may come, 
 
 Though oppression be felt in each Soutlnn-n honu' : 
 
 But ask no more ; the terrible past, 
 
 Must ever be ours while life shall last? 
 
 Ours with its memories — ours with its pain 
 
 Ours with its best blood shed like rain 
 
 Its sacrifices— all made in vain; 
 
 Forget ? Never. 
 
THE VACANT CHAIR. 
 
 The cloud which shadowed our once bright land at 
 
 length has rolled away, 
 TlK)ugh the sun of peace on Southern hearts sheds but 
 
 a feeble ray. 
 'I'he din of clashing arnis has ceased, and those long 
 
 forced to roam 
 Are returning from their wanderings to dwell in the 
 
 light of home. 
 
 Home : what a world of memories cluster round that 
 
 sweet sound ; 
 How the heart thrills and quivers, how the glad pulses 
 
 bound. 
 When absent long from that well loved spot, we come 
 
 to it once more, 
 And see unchanged the dear roof tree, and the old 
 
 familiar door. 
 
 But, alasl alas! for those who come mourning a broken 
 
 life— 
 (vrieving for one whose light went out ou 1 he far off 
 
 field of strife; 
 
THE VACANT CHAIR. 13 
 
 ill vain for tliciii is tlic liomcstciul bright with flow'rcts 
 
 rich and rare, 
 Tlie\' led but the aching void within — see naught luit 
 
 the '• vacant chair." 
 
 The fatlier bows his stately liead, while tears of an- 
 guish flow ; 
 
 The sisters enter their once glad home Avitli trembling 
 steps and slow; 
 
 The mother cries out for her youngest born, the child 
 of lier love and care. 
 
 And bursting sobs convulse her frame as she kneels by 
 the •• vacant chair." 
 
 The fii'c glows on the well kiiown hearth as brightly 
 
 as of yore, 
 But one loved face in its cheerful light they will see 
 
 again no more ; 
 There is naught to tell of their treasure now but a 
 
 lock of shining hair, 
 A mound of earth — a memory — and an ever '-vacant 
 
 chair.-' 
 
 Time will bind np their bleeding hearts, as into the past 
 
 it rolls, 
 Will still the waves of bitterness now surging o'er 
 
 their souls ; 
 J5ut the missing link from the chain of love, tlie one 
 
 who is not there. 
 Will ever be present to memory's eye when they see 
 
 the -vacant chaii'." 
 
14 THE VACANT CHAIR. 
 
 Thus .<ad has been the coming liome of maii}^ a house- 
 hold band, 
 
 'JMiroughout the length and breadth of our own once 
 free and happy land, 
 
 W^here'er we turn Ave miss familiar forms no longer 
 here ; 
 
 Where'er we go, find sorrowing iiearts, and see one 
 •'vacant chair." 
 
ODE, 
 
 ^V R 1 T T E N r O 11 T H K C C L K ]l U A T I X IS CO M M K M 11 A T I K O I' 
 T n K C N 1' K I ) K U A T Iv 1> K A 1 > . 
 
 No orphairs mourn, no mother's \vee]). 
 
 No sister's tears arc slicd. 
 Over tlic graves where eahnly sleep. 
 
 Our loved and martyred dead. 
 But woman's heart a blessing breathes. 
 And woman's hands are twining wreathe 
 
 Above each lovely bed. 
 
 And flowers of summer's sunshine born. 
 
 In robes of beauty drest, 
 Are brought by Avoman to adorn 
 
 The soldier's place of rest. 
 Dear was the cause for which the}' bled, 
 And honored still shall be our dead, 
 
 Oar noblest and our best. 
 
 Then come and o'er each buried head, 
 
 Your floral ofterings cast; 
 Meet tribute to the gallant dead, 
 
 Who to their rest have past. 
 And soon above our countless slain, 
 Who long have all unhonorcd lain, 
 Shall monumental marble tell 
 How gloriously they fought and fell ; 
 And the brave boys we loved so well, 
 
 Will have their meed at last. 
 
^^OUR PERCY." 
 
 Far from the one who loved him best, 
 
 Whose eyes are dimmed with weeping, 
 \yith a fearful wound in his youthful breast, 
 • '-Our Percy" is calmly sleeping. 
 
 Swiftl}' and sure the death shaft sped; 
 
 And his slumber shall know no wakiiig, 
 'Till the trump wdiicli to life recalls the dead. 
 
 The trembling earth is shaking. 
 
 Alone he lies in Magnolia's shade, 
 
 With no marble to tell his story. 
 Ami few know the spot where our boy is laid. 
 
 Who died on the field of glory. 
 
 Yet even his isolated grave 
 
 Shall be dressed with wreath and nowor, 
 And our own Palmetto shall o'er him wave. 
 
 With the rose of the garden bowei". 
 
 For noble women tender and true, 
 
 Will seek through the silent city, 
 And the grave of each hero with garlands strew 
 
 And drop o'er it the tear of ])ity. 
 
 While the mother mourns in her distant home. 
 
 With a grief that knows no measure, 
 (Jentle feet to his resting place will come. 
 
 Lovino- hands deck the o-rave of her ti-easure. 
 
OUR SOUTHERN WOMEN, 
 
 iN IIEIM-Y TO SlNUltV ATTACKS MADE UPON T II K M |{ V TUK 
 NURTHKllN I'KESS. 
 
 When war'.s grim visage o'vv us frowned. 
 And desolation reigned around — 
 AVhen souls of joy and liope were shorn. 
 And life strings rudely rent and toiui — 
 When e'en our bravest Avere unmanned. 
 And waves of woe rolled o'er our land — 
 Our Southei-n women fearless stood, 
 And firmly met the raging flood. 
 
 When fiercely rang the battle ery. 
 Calling' our hosts to bleed and die — 
 When from each home some cherislied form, 
 Went out to meet the gathering storm — 
 A\^hen death was showering forth his darts. 
 And trampling over loving hearts — 
 Our noble women checked each tear, 
 And uttered naught but words of cheer. 
 
 When after each terrific fray, 
 Wounded and faint our brave boys lay. 
 Afar from friends, afar from home, 
 Where best beloved ones mio-ht not come — 
 
18 OUR. SOUTHERN W0:MEN. 
 
 The o'cntle Avomen of onv J and, 
 With pitying eye and tender hand, 
 Watched tireless by eacli sufferer's bed, 
 And wept above the iinknoAvn dead. 
 
 When for our cause each liope was lost, 
 And every soul was tempest tost — 
 When homes in ashes round lis lay. 
 And o'er us slionc no cheering ray — 
 When enemies with taunt and jeer, 
 Souo'ht to bow Southern hearts in fear — 
 Of all but pride and honor shorn. 
 Our women paid back scorn for scorn. 
 
 Then let the press by Forney led, 
 Pour out its wrath on woman's head; 
 Let those who dared not face our men, 
 And wield no weapon save the pen. 
 Shew to the world how brave they grow. 
 When icoman only is their foe. 
 By enemies as vile as they, 
 Though venom in each word may lay, 
 Our Southern sisters true and tried, 
 Care not how much the}^ are belied ; 
 While loved and honored still they stand, 
 The pride of their own sunny land. 
 
TRIBUTE 
 
 TO 
 
 GENERAL STEPHEN ELLIOTT. 
 
 Not where tlie war steed thundered o'er the phihi, 
 Xot where the earth drank in the blood of myriads 
 
 slain, 
 Not mid the cannon's roar, the trum])ets clang, 
 Not where mid flashing steel the Southern war cr}' 
 
 rang.; 
 
 Xot there our hero died. 
 
 < rently and peacefully he sank to rest, 
 
 While loved ones in the parting hour around him prest : 
 
 Afiir from all the scenes of earthly strife, 
 
 The Christian hero yielded up his life, 
 
 And passed from hence away. 
 
 llis epitaph is graved on each true heart. 
 His memory is of each Southern soul a part; 
 His own loved Carolina mourns her son, 
 And croAvned with glory by his valor won, 
 
 Weeps o'er her hero dead. 
 
 And never while the walls of Sumter stand 
 Shall we forget him, Avho with his brave band 
 By day and night, our country's hope and stay, 
 (Juarded the city gates and kept the foe at bay. 
 Our warrior now dead. 
 
20 TRIBL TK TO GENEFIAL t?TEPHEN ELLIOTT. 
 
 No more tlie battle cry rings through our hind; 
 Crushed is each Southern heart, and powerless each 
 
 hand ; 
 Yet while one pulse can thrill to deeds of fame, 
 A Iiouschold word will be brave Elliott's name, 
 Our ever honored dead. 
 
 Weep, Carolina weep, though tears are vain. 
 Our star has set never to rise again ; 
 Vet amid tears i-ejoice, for he we m(;urn 
 Has |»assed from lience unto that blessed bourne, 
 Whei'e there is no more death. 
 
OUR FETTERED CHIEFTAIN, 
 
 JEFFERSON DAVIS 
 
 Chief of a fallen cause, 
 How the heart sickens o'er the tale of Avrong 
 Done to thy manhood in that fortress strong, 
 Where in the power of a ruthless foe, 
 AYho sought to bring thy noble spirit low, 
 
 Shackles were brought for thee. 
 •' The shame! the shame P' well may that }3itter cry, 
 Wrung from thee in th}^ mighty agony, 
 Tn trumpet tones ring through the Christian world 
 Vn\t not on tliec^ on them, the shame be hurled, 
 AYh.o wrought the indignity. 
 
 On those thine enemies. • 
 No shame is written on thy lofty brow. 
 Fetters could not thy free soul bind or bow, 
 Xor cast a shadow on thine honored name, 
 Nor blot the writing on the scroll of fame, 
 
 Where it so brightly glows. 
 Discrowned, indeed, thou art, of power shorn. 
 No more a chief, an old man, weak and worn ; 
 Yet to each Southern heart now" dearer fjir, 
 Than when thou shon'st a bright resplendent star, 
 
 A teiTor to thy foes. 
 
11 OUR FETTERED CHIEFTAIN. JEFFERSON DAVIS. 
 
 ^' Siunne! shame!' the cry resounds 
 Where'er the deed of darkness is unrolled, 
 Where'er throughout the world the tale is told, 
 A nation's heart with indignation burns, 
 And o'er the wronged and outraged prisoner yearns 
 
 With fervent sympathy. 
 "Shame! shame!" to those wlio struck the coicard blow 
 And heaped such insult on a fallen foe ; 
 But thou, brave, brave spirit who hast borne the wrong— 
 Thou, who hast learnt to -'suffer and be strong" — 
 Thou, whose calm fortitude in sorrow's night 
 Has shed around thy name a glorious light, 
 
 Disgrace falls not on thee. 
 
 Our chieftain well beloved, 
 Errors there may have been in thy brief reign. 
 All are forgot in this thy time of pain ; 
 Mistakes committed in thy day of power, 
 Are blotted out in this thy suffering hour, 
 
 Thou much enduring one. 
 Brave martyr to the cause Ave loved so well, 
 Worn captive in th}^ lone!}' prison cell, 
 Ko shame can rest'on thee ; and in the land 
 Where once it was thy glory to command, 
 Thy fearful wrongs have made thee doubly dear. 
 And still thy name we'll honor and revere, 
 
 'Till sets fbre'cr life's sun. 
 
THE LONELY GRAVE. 
 
 Jn a sheltered nook by Potomiic's shore, 
 Where the earth is darkened with Southern ^-oro. 
 Sparkles and bubbles a little springs 
 Wiiich never ceases its lay to sing, 
 
 Over a lonely grave. 
 'Tis a spot that was made for peace and rest, 
 Where nature in richest of robes is drest, 
 Where the birds all fearlessly build theii* nests. 
 
 And the weeping willows wave. 
 
 Many a wounded Southern brave, 
 
 lias dragged himself here his brow to hive, 
 
 And to drink of the waters clear and brio-ht, 
 
 Which flashed and glanced in the moon's soft lii^-ht. 
 
 Unheeding his anguished moan ; 
 And the carpet of green around it spread. 
 Has pillowed full many a wearj^ head, 
 And many a soul from that grassy bed 
 
 Has passed to tlie dark unknown. 
 
 Yet only one hillock, mossy and green, 
 
 By that joyous dancing spring is seen, 
 
 Where the sighing winds wake a mournful wail, 
 
 And the ring dove moans through the evening gale 
 
 And the firs their tall heads rear; 
 Oi' the countless hosts who in battle fell. 
 
2-4 THE LONELY ORA^'E. 
 
 Or of tiiosc whose death hg^ur none could tell. 
 
 Whose souls passed out from this shaded dell, 
 
 But one lies buried here. 
 
 And wlio was he? A brave young boy, 
 Of liis Southern liome tlie pride and joy. 
 The pet and darling of every heart, 
 AVho in his bright life had shared a part. 
 
 And but seventeen summers old. 
 Oil, what a terrible grief was their's, 
 As back in their souls they crushed their fean 
 And sent him forth with i)rayers and tears. 
 
 From tlie parental fold. 
 
 Precious as was the boy to all. 
 
 They gave liim up at his country's call ; 
 
 Honor to him was dearer tlian life, 
 
 And he panted to enter the field of strife, 
 
 And to shine on the roll of fame. 
 Vv ith a crown of blessing upon his head, 
 He on to the field of glory sped, 
 The blood of his pure young heart to shed, 
 
 And to win himself a name. 
 
 Bravely he bore him in the fray, 
 And wonder-struck were our boys in gray, 
 To see the youth with flashing eye, 
 Press on while shouting the battle cr^-, 
 
 To the thickest of the fight. 
 His dauntless mien, his bearing bold, 
 His face of rare and beauteous mould, 
 His head Vvith its clustering waves of gold, 
 
 Seemed filliuir tlie field with liirht. 
 
THE LONELY GRAVE. 
 
 O'er the scene of blood came a joyous cry ; 
 The enemy falter, they fly, they i\y ; 
 And as the smoke of battle rose, 
 In circling wreaths above their foes, 
 
 They were seen from the field to run. 
 The gallant boy his proud head raised. 
 While every feature with triumph blazed. 
 And now, he cried, may our God be praised, 
 
 For the victory we have won. 
 
 With kindling check, and glistening eye, 
 Aye this, he said, were a time to die ! 
 The words from his lips had hardly past, 
 When a rushing sound came on the blast, 
 
 And the boy fell on the plain. 
 'Twas a bullet that w^histled through the air. 
 And with pitiless blow^ struck the temple fiiir. 
 Eight in the waves of his golden hair ; 
 
 He never rose again. 
 
 Eude men shed tears o'er that noble boy. 
 So suddenly called in his hour of joy, 
 When closed had seemed the murderous strife, 
 And saved through all that bright y'oung life, 
 
 To shine on glory's roll. 
 They bore him away to the shaded dell. 
 And laid him to rest in his narrow cell. 
 While the mourning pines sighed out a knell, 
 
 For the departed soul. 
 
 It was meet they thought that one so fair, 
 Should bo laid in that spot of beauty rare, 
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26 THE LONELY GRAVE. 
 
 Where tlie birds might warble o'er his grave, 
 And the foliage green above him wave, 
 
 With the bright spring singing near; 
 And this is why that of all who fell 
 Or of those whose death hour none can tell, 
 Whose souls passed out from this shaded dell, 
 
 But one lies buried here. 
 
FORT SUMTER 
 
 WRITTKX DURING ITS GRAND DEFENCE AS AN INFANTRY TOST, BY A 
 BAND OF BRAVE MEN, UNDER COMMAND OF GEN. S. ELLIOTT. 
 
 Proudly dotiunt old Suintcr stands, 
 And grimly frowns at the hostile bands, 
 Who have sought for many a day and hour, 
 To crush her pride and destroy her power. 
 
 Proudly she stands, though the raging foe 
 lias laid her strongest defences low; 
 Proudly she stands, though no cannon roar 
 From her mighty casemates as of yore. 
 
 The teeth of the monster have been drawn. 
 The Sampson has of his strength been shorn; 
 Then why does the foeman fear to pass. 
 And shrink from n earing the shapeless mass ? 
 
 lie knows that behind those ruined walls 
 Are hearts which no danger e'er appals, 
 And ready hands, and a storm of lead. 
 And he dares not approach the hidden dread. 
 
 For Sumter, grand in the olden time. 
 Is now in ruins a sight sublime. 
 And the valor of her sons is shewn. 
 In each fallen brick and broken stone. 
 
28 FOr.T SUMTER. 
 
 Many n young head has fallen low, 
 Many a life stream has ceased to flow, 
 And freely has poured the crimson tide. 
 In the grand defence of our harhor's pride. 
 
 Th'e mother sent there with prayers and tears 
 The son of her love, and hushed her fears; 
 Those tears now fall in a bitter flood, 
 For that bright young life has set in blood. 
 
 8 u niter, thy ruins tell many a tale 
 Of the maiden's woe, and widow's wail, 
 For many a brave heart hushed in death, 
 Has yielded for thee its latest breath. 
 
 Ilonoi'ed forever be thy name. 
 Posterity will record thy fame, 
 And our children's children ages hence, 
 Will glory in thy brave defence. 
 
 In triumph still shall the old Fort stand, 
 The pride and boast of our sunny land ; 
 The foe may hurl his shot forever. 
 But conquer Sumter? Never — never ! 
 
SEQUEL TO SUMTER. 
 
 The ITjiioii flag- waves over Sumter'8 walls, 
 
 No more the grand old Fort the foe appals ; 
 
 The gallant leader of that iiohle band, 
 
 Whose names are honored still throughout our land, 
 
 Who heeding neither v/earincss nor pain, 
 
 Held to the post mid storms of iron rain, 
 
 Lies in his narrow resting place in calm repose, 
 
 Unknowing of his much loved country's ^voes. 
 
 Yet that defence throughout the earth shall tell. 
 
 How fierce the struggle, ere old Sumter fell. 
 
 The victor glories in our sad defeat. 
 
 Which laid the Southern cross beneath his feet. 
 
 But conquering with famine and \Y\ih flame, 
 
 His victory is but a thing of shame ; 
 
 For us who bravely fought, and nobl}^ bled, 
 
 Though all our hopes are now forever dead, 
 
 The world shall know though all seems lost, " our 
 
 lionor still is saved," 
 And no disgrace rests on our hosts, ^^outnumbered, not 
 
 outbirived.''' 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 The Jacket or Gret '__ 3 
 
 Carolixa 5 
 
 Lasfext for Stonewall Jackson 7 
 
 Forget? Never! 9 
 
 The Vacant Chair 12 
 
 Ode for Music......... 15 
 
 "Our Percy" 10 
 
 Ol'r Soi^TiiERN Women 17 
 
 Trickte to Gen. Stephen Elliott. 10 
 
 OiR Fettered Chieftain 21 
 
 The Lonely Grave 23 
 
 Fort Sumter 27 
 
 Sequel to Su.mter 29 
 
LIBRftRY OF CONGRESS 
 
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