“Hark! the tocsin is sounding, my comrades—
Bind your knapsacks, away let us go,”—
Soldier’s Farewell: By John H. Hewitt: (Lee.)
“The bugle sounds upon the plain,
Our men are gath-ring fast;”—
The Soldier’s Farewell to his Wife: By Wm. K. Campbell, Greenville, S. C. James Island, 1862. (E. V. M.)
“Side by side and hand in hand,
Silently we sit;”—
The Soldier’s Grave: (J. M. S.)
“Oh stranger, tread lightly, ’tis holy ground here,