My Soldier Boy: By W. D. Porter, Charleston, South Carolina. (Amaranth.)
“The winter night is dark and chill,
The winter rains the trenches fill;”—
My Southern Home (Psalm CXXVII): By Col. B. H. Jones. Johnson’s Island, September, 1864. (Sunny.)
“If Judean captives sat and wept, by Babel’s rivers sides,
As memories of Zion far came flowing as the tides;”—
My Southern Land: Dedicated to the Widow of Stonewall Jackson. Air, “My Maryland.” By Mrs. Mary L. Wilson, of San Antonio. (Alsb.)
“On the crimson battle field,
Southern land, my Southern land,”—
My Texas Land: Air, “My Maryland.” By D. W. M. (Alsb.)