“Ye who sneer at the battle-scars, Of garments faded and soiled and bare, Yet who have for the ‘stars and bars’ Praise and homage and dainty fare; Mock the wearers and pass them on, Refuse them kindly word—and then Know if your freedom is ever won By human agents—these are the men!”
[Southern.]
THE GUERILLAS.
By S. TEACKLE WALLIS.
“Who cometh?” “A friend.” “What tidings?“ “O God! I sicken to tell, For the earth seems earth no longer, And its sights are the sights of hell.
“There’s rapine and fire and slaughter, From the mountain down to the shore, There’s blood on the trampled harvest, And blood on the homestead floor.