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Be the battle lost or won,
Born for me!
I shall know him where he stands,
All my own!
It is he-O my love!
Lieth there so cold?
BATTLE-HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC
BY JULIA WARD HOWE
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the
Lord : He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of
wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred
circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews
and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flar
I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of
steel : “As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my
grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call
retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judg
ment-seat: Oh! be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the
sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men
ALL QUIET ALONG THE POTOMAC
BY ETHEL LYNN BEERS
“ All quiet along the Potomac,” they say,
Except now and then a stray picket
By a rifleman hid in the thicket.
Will not count in the news of the battle; Not an officer lost-only one of the men,
Moaning out, all alone, the death-rattle."
All quiet along the Potomac to-night,
Where the soldiers lie peacefully dreaming ; Their tents in the rays of the clear autumn moon,
Or the light of the watch-fire, are gleaming. A tremulous sigh of the gentle night-wind.
Through the forest leaves softly is creeping; While stars up above, with their glittering eyes,
Keep guard, for the army is sleeping.
There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread,
As he tramps from the rock to the fountain, And thinks of the two in the low trundle-bed
Far away in the cot on the mountain.
His musket falls slack; his face, dark and grim,
Grows gentle with memories tender,
For their mother; may Heaven defend her!
The moon seems to shine just as brightly as then,
That night, when the love yet unspoken
Were pledged to be ever unbroken.
He dashes off tears that are welling,
As if to keep down the heart-swelling.
He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree,
The footstep is lagging and weary; Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light,
Toward the shade of the forest so dreary. Hark! was it the night-wind that rustled the leaves ?
Was it moonlight so wondrously flashing ? It looked like a rifle Ha! Mary, good-by!”
The red life-blood is ebbing and plashing.
All quiet along the Potomac to-night;
No sound save the rush of the river; While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead
The picket's off duty forever!
ORDER FOR A DAY OF FASTING
Headquarters, Army Northern
August 13, 1863. The President of the Confederate States has, in the name of the people, appointed August 21st as a day of fasting, humiliation, and prayer. A strict observance of the day is enjoined upon the officers and soldiers of this army. All military duties, except such as are absolutely necessary, will be suspended. The commanding officers of brigades and regiments are requested to cause divine services, suitable to the occasion; to be performed in their respective commands. Soldiers ! we have sinned against Almighty God. We have forgotten His signal mercies, and have cultivated a revengeful, haughty, and boastful spirit. We have not remembered that the defenders of a just cause should be pure in His eyes; that our times are in His hands,” and we have relied too much on our own arms for the achievement of our independence. God is our only refuge and our strength. Let us humble ourselves before Him. Let us confess our many sins, and beseech Him to give us a higher courage, and a purer patriotism, and a more determined will; that He will convert the hearts of our enemies; that He will hasten the time when war, with its sorrows and sufferings, shall cease, and that He will give us a name and place among the nations of the earth.
R. E. LEE, General.