Thrice welcome to our ever grateful shore;”—
To Miss C. P. B. of Athens, Tennessee: By Col. B. H. Jones. Johnson’s Island, July, 1865. (Sunny.)
“Musing lonely, sadly musing,
Is my Island prison drear,”—
To Miss K. A. S. of Alexandria, Virginia: By Col. B. H. Jones. (Sunny.)
“Maiden, through death’s gloomy portal,
In the far cerulean blue,”—
To Mr. Lincoln: (Randolph.)
“Old honest Abe, you are a babe,
In military glory;”—