As _our_ parting grows near, let us quell back the tear, Let our smiles shine as bright as of yore; Let us stand with the mass, salute as they pass, And weep when we see them no more. Let no tear-drop or sigh dim the light of our eye, Or move from our lips, as they say-- While waving our hand to a brave little band-- Good-by to the--Ordered away. Let them go, in God's name, in defense of their _fame_, Brave death at the cannon's wide mouth; Let them honor and save the land of the brave, Plant Freedom's bright flag in the _South_. Let them go! While we weep, and lone vigils keep, We will bless them, and fervently pray To the God whom we trust, for our cause firm but just, And our loved ones--the Ordered away. When fierce battles storm, we will rise up each morn, Teach our young sons the saber to wield: Should their brave fathers die, we will arm _them_ to fly And fill up the gap in the field. Then, fathers and brothers, fond husbands and lovers, March! march bravely on! _We_ will stay, Alone in our sorrow, to pray on each morrow For our loved ones--the Ordered away. AUGUSTA, GA., _April 2, 1861_. THE MARTYR OF ALEXANDRIA. BY JAMES W. SIMMONS. Revealed, as in a lightning flash, A Hero stood! The invading foe, the trumpet's crash, Set up his blood! High o'er the sacred pile that bends Those forms above, Thy Star, O Freedom! brightly blends Its rays with Love. The banner of a mighty race Serenely there Unfurls--the genius of the place, And haunted air! A vow is registered in heaven-- Patriot! 'twas thine To guard those matchless colors, given By hand divine. Jackson! thy spirit may not hear The wail ascend! A nation bends above thy bier, And mourns its friend. Thy example is thy monument; In organ tones Thy name resounds, with glory blent, Prouder than thrones! And they whose loss has been our gain-- A People's care Shall win their hearts from pain, And wipe the tear. When time shall set the captive free, Now scathed by wrath, Heirs of his immortality, Bright be their path. INDIANOLA, TEXAS. DIXIE. _Southrons, hear your Country call you!_ BY ALBERT PIKE. Southrons, hear your Country call you! Up! lest worse than death befall you! To arms! To arms! To arms! in Dixie! Lo! all the beacon-fires are lighted, Let all hearts be now united! To arms! To arms! To arms! in Dixie! Advance the flag of Dixie! Hurrah! hurrah! For Dixie's land we take our stand, And live or die for Dixie! To arms! To arms! And conquer peace for Dixie! To arms! To arms! And conquer peace for Dixie! Hear the Northern thunders mutter! Northern flags in South wind flutter; To arms, etc., Advance the flag of Dixie! etc.