He's re-enlisted for the war, for victory or for death! A soldier's grave, perhaps!—the thought has halfway stopped my breath, And driven a cloud across the sun;—my boy, it will not be! The war will soon be over; home again you'll come to me! He's re-enlisted: and I smiled to see him going, too! There's nothing that becomes him half so well as army-blue. Only a private in the ranks! but sure I am indeed, If all the privates were like him, they'd scarcely captains need. And I, and Massachusetts share the honor of his birth: The grand old State! to me the best in all the peopled earth! I cannot hold a musket, but I have a son who can ; And I'm proud for Freedom's sake to be the mother of a man! REVEILLE BY MICHAEL O'CONNOR The morning is cheery, my boys, arouse! Though the east is flushing with crimson dyes, Awake! awake! awake! O'er field and wood and brake, With glories newly born, Comes on the blushing morn. Awake! awake! You have dreamed of your homes and friends all night; You have basked in your sweethearts' smiles so bright; Turn out! turn out! turn out! You have dreamed full long, I know. From every valley and hill there come Every man in his place, Fall in! fall in! fall in! Each with a cheerful face, Fall in! fall in! FARRAGUT Mobile Bay, August 5, 1864 BY WILLIAM TUCKEY MEREDITH Farragut, Farragut, Old Heart of Oak, Watches the hoary mist Far, by gray Morgan's walls, With the drums' beat! While the steam hums; See, as the hurricane Hurtles in wrath Back from its path! Men thy bold deeds shall tell, DRIVING HOME THE COWS BY KATE PUTNAM OSGOOD Out of the clover and blue-eyed grass Under the willows, and over the hill, Only a boy! and his father had said Under the feet of the trampling foe. But after the evening work was done, And the frogs were loud in the meadow-swamp, Over his shoulder he slung his gun And stealthily followed the foot-path damp. Across the clover, and through the wheat, |