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“That he will not sheathe nor stay it,
Till from point to hilt it glow,
In the blood of the cruel foe."
They swore ; and the answering sunlight
Leapt from their lifted swords,
To the wrath of their burning words. [Southern.]
[There is nothing in this sentimental song that enables one to read the riddle of its remarkable popularity during the Civil War. It has no poetic merit; its rhythm is commonplace, and the tune to which it was sung was of the Aimsiest musical structure, without even a trick of melody to commend it. Yet the song was more frequently sung, on both sides, than any other, the Southern soldiers inserting "gray” for “ blue” in the sixth line of the first stanza, with cheerful recklessness of the effect upon the rhyme. The thing was heard in every camp every day and many times every day. Men chanted it on the march, and women sang it to piano accompaniment in all houses. A song which so strongly appealed to two great armies and to an entire people is worthy of a place in all collections of war poetry, even though criticism is baffled in the attempt to discover the reason of its popularity.-EDITOR.]
EAREST love, do you remember
When we last did meet,
Kneeling at my feet?
In your suit of blue,
Ever to be true.
Hopes and fears, how vain ;
When the summer breeze is sighing
Sadly breathes the song.
On the battle plain,
Wben tbis Cruel Willar is Over
Lonely, wounded, even dying,
Calling, but in vain. Chorus.-Weeping, sad, etc.
If, amid the din of battle,
Nobly you should fall,
None to hear you call,
cruel fancies Ever in my brain ! Chorus.—Weeping, sad, etc.
But our country called you, darling,
Angels cheer your way!
We can only pray.
Let all nations see
Emblem of the free.