When hearts are breaking round?”—
When Peace Returns: By Olivia Tully Thomas. (W. G. S., Published in the Granada Picket.)
“When ‘war has smoothed his wrinkled front,’
And meek-eyed peace returning,”—
When Pleasure’s Flowery Paths: By a prisoner in solitary confinement, May 28th, 1865. (W. L.)
“When pleasure’s flowery paths I trod,
My eyes were bent on earth alone,”—
When That Cruel War Began: By Thomas Q. Barnes. (Barnes.)
“The tocsin of war it sounded its knell
O’er the length and breadth of our sunny land”—