EXEMPT. THE GREAT CONSCRIPTION BILL EXCITEMENT, EXEMPT! from what? a knapsack, and gun, And nights out-doors amid the storm? Before you laugh and say, "all right!" Exempt! come, have you brains, a tongue, The men who fight on Freedom's part! His lies are worse than cutting steel. Exempt! there's no such thing, my boy! Your country's right to you and yours! Or fill it with a better sense; So shall your country's voice be heard, EDWARD EVERETT. SPRING AT THE CAPITAL. PRESIDENT'S LEVEE AT WASHINGTON, D. C., THE poplar droops beside the way The honeysuckles lace the wall; Nor Nature does not recognise This strife that rends the earth and skies 3 ; No war dreams vex the winter sleep, Of clover-heads and daisy-eyes. She holds her even way the same, A snow-drop is a snow-drop still, Despite the nation's joy or shame. When blood her grassy altars wet, To heal the outrage with its bloom, O crocuses with rain-wet eyes, No shudder breaks your sunshine trance, Yonder a white encampment hums; Whether it lessen or increase, Or whether trumpets shout or cease, Still deep within your tranquil hearts The happy bees are murmuring "Peace!" O flowers! the soul that faints or grieves, New comfort from your lips receives; Sweet confidence and patient faith Are hidden in your healing leaves. Help us to trust, still on and on, That this dark night will soon be gone, And that these battle stains are but The blood-red trouble of the dawn— Dawn of a broader, whiter day That ever blessed us with his rayA dawn beneath whose purer light All guilt and wrong shall fade away. A. J. ELLARD. EAST TENNESSEE. BATTLE AT SPRINGFIELD, TENN., MARCH 5, '63 EAST Tennessee! East Tennessee! But with thy songs is heard a wail, Not long, not long, for God is just, LIEUT. JOHN H. KINGSTON. THE LIEUTENANT-COLONEL. AT THE CAPTURE OF YAZOO CITY, MISS., You think his parents can never more The angels have beamed to blinded eyes! And before another like him they win, Every man of the race may meet his knell. One day in the churchyard-think of this!- Or giving, at best, but a chill respect. “Ah, here,” says the patriot, seeking the spot"Here, amid these rubbishy common bones, There lies one man of a nobler lot, Whose name and deeds the country owns. Here, George, the Lieutenant-Colonel, lies, Who fell when the last Union fight was won! Gone upward-the brave man never dies! Heaven prosper his soul when all is done!" HENRY MORFORD. |