There is peace where the James wanders down to the main;
Where the war-torn Savannas are golden with grain.
5th Pupil.
There is peace where the squadrons of carnage have wheeled,
Fierce over Shiloh’s shell-furrowed field.
6th Pupil.
There is peace in the soil whence the palmettoes spring;
In the sad Shenandoah the harvesters sing.
7th Pupil.
There is peace in Manassas, Antietam’s dark rills;