"ALL QUIET ON POTOMAC." THE PRESIDENT'S VISIT TO THE ARMY, APRIL 5TH, '63 ALL is quiet on Potomac, Save a stirring deep as hell, Kisses thus the broad Atlantic, On the sands that bound her shore, Waves she leap'd with thunder's roar, Sleeps the wind upon the billow, When the dreadful fight was done. Beauteous are the tents by moonlight, Marching the pacing sentry's care But those tents shall know commotion, RALPH HOYT. THE ATTACK. ATTACK ON FRANKLIN, KY., APRIL 10TH, '63. Nor long this bloody conflict was maintained— The vanquished foe fell back, And the bugle's clarion notes proclaimed The evening's bivouac; While the wings of night their shadows pressed Upon the gory field, And war-worn soldiers, in blankets wrapped, Up from the river, the dark flowing river, And an angel's bright bark is floating there, The sail is full-from out of the pearly car To guide us along, thro' the weltering gloom, But he sits not alone in his mystic car: Is waiting and beckoning impatient to me While earthward bending from the upper sky, I see full many an angel form WM. H. CLARK, OH, SUMTER! HOW FALLEN! SECOND ATTACK OF FORT SUMTER, ON THE SECOND ANNIVERSARY OF THE FIRST GUN, APRIL 11TH, '63. OH, Sumter! how fallen !-thy glory how faded!- How throb'd then the heart of the awe-stricken nation While in the bright ether, enshrin'd in his glory, The fierce blow was dealt then that shatter'd the nation, Then—then, oh, proud Sumpter, thy glory was faded— Thine iron tongue utter'd each morn a base lie, When as the sun rose, the false flag flut'ring o'er thee, Declared that the Union dissevered must die! Since then, low'ring war-clouds hath shadow'd the altar Which Freedom and Truth had upreared in the West, Like the incense of old from the Sacrifice raising, Hath hid thee in gloom and obscured thy proud crest. The Nation upon thee hath gazed in deep sorrow, So gazed the whole nation upon thy embrasures, They gazed not in vain-nor hoped they mistaken- Assembled around thee-a host strong and mighty- "Ope'-open to Justice," the iron throats thunder'd, "Ope'-open to Truth, now!" the musketry roar'd, "Too long hath the base hand of Treason retain'd thee. Thou Symbol of Freedom!" said the voice of the Lord. The Lord's voice spoke from the mouth of the cannon, When out of its portals, amid a bright halo, To carry glad tidings to thousands now waiting When with prayer and thanksgiving the nation united Oh, Sumter, tho' fallen, with thy glory faded- J. HENRY HAYWARD. END OF THE FIRST TWO YEARS. |