“Daughters of the sunny South
Where Freedom loves to dwell,”—
Give Them Bread! By G. L. R. (E. V. M.)
“Have you heard the calls for succor,
Cries of hunger that have come,”—
Give Up! By Colonel B. H. Jones. Johnson’s Island, 1865. (Sunny.)
“Give up and plead, ’twas the fiat of fate
That the blood which now reddens your veins,”—
Glen Roy: Sonnet: By F. B. Gloucester Co., Va., Sept. 1861. (W. F.)
“It is a curious world, this world of ours,