There is sorrow in Beechenbrook Cottage; the day Has been bright with the earliest glory of May; The blue of the sky is as tender a blue As ever the sunshine came shimmering through:...
Heard ye that thrilling word - Accent of dread - Flash like a thunderbolt, Bowing each head - Crash through the battle dun, Over the booming gun - "Ashby, our bravest one, - Ashby is dead!"...
Thank God for such a Hero! - Fearless hold His diamond character beneath the sun, And brighter scintillations, one by one, Come flashing from it. Never knight of old Wore on serener brow, so calm, yet bold,...
Grandly thou fillest the world's eye to-day, My proud Virginia! When the gage was thrown - The deadly gage of battle - thou, alone, Strong in thy self-control, didst stoop to lay...
Ah! the happy Christmas times! Times we all remember; - Times that flung a ruddy glow O'er the gray December; - Will they never come again, With their song and story?...