Of the future for you and for me,”—
My Prison Drear: By Lieut. D. T. Walker, of Mississippi. (Sunny.)
“Alas, how slow the moments go,
As fettered on this friendless Isle;”—
My Soldier: Monday night, April 14th, 1862. (S. L. M., Ed. Table, April, ’62)
“Is my darling sadly dreaming,
On his lonely watch tonight,”—
My Soldier Boy: By T. E. Grayson, near Benton, Mississippi, October 1861. (Im.)
“I am dreaming ever dreaming of a silver sanded shore,
Where the blue waves softly murmur as they roll forevermore”—