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fied if it shall be found that he has made, on the whole, a reasonably good use of the space at his command, and given a fairly representative collection of the war-poetry of both sections. The arrangement of pieces is in the main chronological according to subjects; yet this rule is not invariable -pieces founded upon a particular event or period usually being grouped, thus affording an interesting study of the treatment from different standpoints. Wherever possible, poems have been given entire ; and extracts are so indicated by asterisks. The side whence a poem came may in most instances be inferred readily from its title, character, or author's name; and in a few obscure cases the information is given in parentheses after the signatures. The Notes, which it is hoped will add to the interest of the volume, have aimed to present briefly such facts as may help to a better understanding of the poems, simple dates being often effective for this purpose.
The compiler wishes to make cordial acknowledgment of his obligation to various persons who have aided him by suggestions or material : especially to Mr. Rossiter Johnson of New York City, Captain Gordon MacCabe of Virginia, Colonel Paul H. Hayne of Georgia, and Mrs. Sidney Lanier of Baltimore. He is also indebted to the courtesy of many American authors and publishers for permission to use copyrighted matter-consent for which, he is gratified to state, has in no instance been refused. Especially to Messrs. Houghton, Mifflin &
Co. of Boston are his thanks due for their liberal concession of matter from their copyrighted publications, which include the works of twelve or fifteen of the leading American poets; and also to Messrs. Harper & Brothers, Messrs. D. Appleton & Co., and Messrs. Charles Scribner's Sons, of New York City, and the J. B. Lippincott Co. of Philadelphia, for like favors.
F. F. B. CHICAGO, March, 1886.
Across the years full rounded to a score
Since Peace advancing with her olive wand
Restored the sunshine to our desolate land, Come thronging back the memories of War: Again the drums beat and the cannons roar,
And patriot fires by every breeze are fanned,
And pulses quicken with a purpose grand
The joy of victory, the bitter pain
In tears that fall for the unnumbered slain, And homes where darkened is the light of life,
All these the echoing bugle brings again.
BEAT! BEAT! DRUMS!
BEAT! beat! drums!-blow! bugles ! blow! Through the windows-through doors—burst like
a ruthless force, Into the solemn church, and scatter the congrega
tion, Into the school where the scholar is studying ; Leave not the bridegroom quiet - no happiness
must he have now with his bride, Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, ploughing his
field or gathering his grain, So fierce you whir and pound, you drums—so
shrill you bugles blow. Beat ! beat! drums !-blow ! bugles ! blow! Over the traffic of cities over the rumble of wheels
in the streets ; Are beds prepared for sleepers at night in the
houses? no sleepers must sleep in those beds, No bargainers' bargains by day--no brokers or
speculators—would they continue? Would the talkers be talking ?-would the singer
attempt to sing ? Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case
before the judge ? Then rattle quicker, heavier drums--you bugles