But let us leave the foe In their woe. To the God of Peace and Battle let us go. Let us praise the King of Kings, 'Neath whose wide-expanded wings There is shelter for his children here below. His arm, unseen, uprears Freedom's spears; If Freedom's voice be weak, His will speak In the cannon's thunder tones, Though the answer be in groans, And though a thousand tyrant hearts may break. THE SOLDIER'S HEART. BY F. P. BEAUFORT. The trumpet calls, and I must go To meet the vile, invading foe; But listen, dearest, ere we part-- Thou hast, thou hast the soldier's heart! It could not be so true to thee Were it not true to liberty; Far rather fill a soldier's grave Than live a dastard and a slave! Thine eyes shall light dark danger's path, The gloomy camp, the foeman's wrath; Above the battle's fiery storm, I shall behold thy beauteous form! With thoughts of thee, for thy dear sake, Redoubled efforts I will make; And strike with an avenging hand For lady-love and native land! Then fare thee well, the trumpet's sound Commands me to the battle ground; But listen, dearest, ere we part-- Thou hast, thou hast the soldier's heart. CONFEDERATE SONG. AIR-"_Bruce's Address_." Written for and dedicated to the Kirk's Ferry Rangers, by their Captain, E. Lloyd Wailes. Sung by the Glee Club on the 4th of July, 1861, at the Kirk's Ferry barbecue (Catahoula, La.), after the presentation of a flag, by the ladies, to the Kirk's Ferry Rangers. Rally round our country's flag! Rally, boys, haste! do not lag; Come from every vale and crag, Sons of liberty! Northern Vandals tread our soil, Forth they come for blood and spoil, To the homes we've gained with toil, Shouting, "Slavery!" Traitorous Lincoln's bloody band Now invades the freeman's land, Armed with sword and firebrand, 'Gainst the brave and free. Arm ye then for fray and fight, March ye forth both day and night, Stop not till the foe's in sight, Sons of chivalry. In your veins the blood still flows Of brave men who once arose-- Burst the shackles of their foes; Honest men and free. Rise, then, in your power and might, Seek the spoiler, brave the fight; Strike for God, for Truth, for Right: Strike for Liberty! SOUTHERN SONG. BY M. C. FREER. TUNE--"_Wait for the Wagon_." Come, all ye sons of freedom, And join our Southern band, We are going to fight the Yankees, And drive them from our land. Justice is our motto, And Providence our guide, So jump into the wagon, And we'll all take a ride. _Chorus_--So wait for the wagon, the dissolution wagon; The South is the wagon, and we'll all take a ride.