August Seventh
Oh, de cabin at de quarter in de old plantation days,
Wid de garden patch behin’ it an’ de gode-vine by de do’,
An’ de do’-yard sot wid roses, whar de chillun runs and plays,
An’ de streak o’ sunshine, yaller lak, er-slantin’ on de flo’!
But ole Mars’ wuz killed at Shiloh, an’ young Mars’ at Wilderness;
Ole Mis’ is in de graveyard, wid young Mis’ by her side,
An’ all er we-all’s fambly is scattered eas’ an’ wes’,
An’ de gode-vine by de cabin do’ an’ de roses all has died!
Mary Evelyn Moore Davis
August Eighth
Here Carolina comes, her brave cheeks warm
And wet with tears, to take in charge this dust,
And brings her daughters to receive in form
Virginia’s sacred trust.
James Barron Hope
Monument erected to Anne Carter Lee, Warren County, N. C., said to be the first monument erected by Southern women, 1866
August Ninth
“All quiet along the Potomac,” they say,
“Except now and then a stray picket
Is shot, as he walks on his beat, to and fro,
By a rifleman hid in the thicket.
’Tis nothing—a private or two, now and then,
Will not count in the news of the battle;
Not an officer lost—only one of the men,
Moaning out, all alone, the death-rattle.”
From “All Quiet Along the Potomac To-night”
[This poem has been claimed by a Mississippian. It has also been claimed on behalf of a New York writer; but it now seems probable that the verses were originally written in camp by Thaddeus Oliver, of Georgia, in August, 1861.—Editor]