THE PICKET GUARD, Ethel Lynn Beers THE WASHERS OF THE SHROUD, James Russell Lowell BATTLE-HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC, Julia Ward Howe AT PORT ROYAL, John Greenleaf Whittier READY, Phoebe Gary "HOW ARE YOU, SANITARY?", Bret Harte SONG OF THE SOLDIERS, Charles G. Halpine JONATHAN TO JOHN, James Russell Lowell THE CUMBERLAND, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow KEARNY AT SEVEN PINES, Edmund Clarence Stedman DIRGE FOR A SOLDIER, George H. Boker BARBARA FRIETCHIE, John Greenleaf Whittier FREDERICKSBURG, Thomas Bailey Aldrich MUSIC IN CAMP, John R. Thompson KEENAN'S CHARGE, George Parsons Lathrop THE BLACK REGIMENT, George H. Boker JOHN BURNS OF GETTYSBURG, Bret Harte TWILIGHT ON SUMTER, Richard Henry Stoddard THE BAY-FIGHT, Henry Howard Brownell SHERIDAN'S RIDE, Thomas Buchanan Read CRAVEN, Henry Newbolt SHERMAN'S MARCH TO THE SEA, Samuel H. M. Byers O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!, Walt Whitman ABRAHAM LINCOLN, James Russell Lowell THE BLUE AND THE GRAY, Francis Miles Finch AT THE FARRAGUT STATUE, Robert Bridges GRANT, H. C. Bunner THE BURIAL OF SHERMAN, Richard Watson Gilder THE MEN BEHIND THE GUNS, John Jerome Rooney THE REGULAR ARMY MAN, Joseph C. Lincoln WHEN THE GREAT GRAY SHIPS COME IN, Guy Wetmore Carryl AD FINEM FIDELES, Guy Wetmore Carry GROVER CLEVELAND, Joel Benton A TOAST TO OUR NATIVE LAND, Robert Bridges FIFTY YEARS, James Weldon Johnson THE AMERICAN VOLUNTEERS, Marie Van Vorst I HAVE A RENDEZVOUS WITH DEATH, Alan Seeger THE CHOICE, Rudyard Kipling ANNAPOLIS, Waldron Kinsolving Post YANKS, James W. Foley ANY WOMAN TO A SOLDIER, Grace Ellery Channing TO PEACE, WITH VICTORY, Corinne Roosevelt Robinson YOU AND YOU, Edith Wharton WITH THE TIDE, Edith Wharton AMERICA'S WELCOME HOME, Henry van Dyke THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER, Angela Morgan BOSTON SICUT PATRIBUS, SIT DEUS NOBIS RALPH WALDO EMERSON [sidenote: Dec. 16, 1773] _This poem was read in Faneuil Hall, on the Centennial Anniversary of the "Boston Tea-Party," at which a band of men disguised as Indians had quietly emptied into the sea the taxed tea-chests of three British ships._ The rocky nook with hill-tops three Looked eastward from the farms, And twice each day the flowing sea Took Boston in its arms; The men of yore were stout and poor, And sailed for bread to every shore. And where they went on trade intent They did what freemen can, Their dauntless ways did all men praise, The merchant was a man. The world was made for honest trade,-- To plant and eat be none afraid. The waves that rocked them on the deep To them their secret told; Said the winds that sung the lads to sleep, "Like us be free and bold!" The honest waves refuse to slaves The empire of the ocean caves. Old Europe groans with palaces, Has lords enough and more;-- We plant and build by foaming seas A city of the poor;-- For day by day could Boston Bay Their honest labor overpay.