Memories of President Lincoln: When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd
Hushed be the camps to-day
This dust was once the man
Drum-Taps: First O songs for a prelude
From Paumanok starting I fly like a bird
Song of the banner at daybreak
Rise, O days, from your fathomless deeps
Bivouac on a mountain side
An Army corps on the march
By the bivouac's fitful flame
Come up from the fields father
Vigil strange I kept on the field one night
A march in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown
A sight in the camp in the daybreak gray and dim
As toilsome I wander's Virginia's Woods
Year that trembled and reel's beneath me
Give me the splendid silent sun
Over the carnage rose a prophetic voice
The artilleryman's vision
Ethiopia saluting the colors
As I lay with my head in your lap, Camerado
Lo, victress on the peaks
Spirit whose work is done
To the leaven'd soil they trod
