And far from all that loved him, that youthful soldier sleeps, Unknown among the thousands of those his country weeps; But no higher heart nor braver, than his, at sunset's beams, Was laid that eve near Richmond--near Richmond on the James. The land is filled with mourning, from hall and cot left lone, We miss the well-known faces that used to greet our own; And long poor wives and mothers shall weep, and titled dames, To hear the name of Richmond--of Richmond on the James. FROM THE SOUTH TO THE NORTH. BY C. L. S. There is no union when the hearts That once were bound together Have felt the stroke that coldly parts All kindly ties forever. Then oh! your cruel hands draw back, And let us be divided In peace, since it is proved we lack The grace to live united. We can not bear your scorn and pride, Your malice and your taunting, That have for years our patience tried-- Your hypocritic canting. We WILL not bow our necks beneath The yoke that you decree us, We WILL be free, though only death Should have the power to free us! Oh, Southern sons are bold to dare, And Southern hearts courageous. Nor meekly will they longer bear Oppression so outrageous. And you shall feel our honest wrath, If hearts so cold _can_ feel; Shall meet us in your Southern path And prove our Southern steel. We ask no favor at your hand, No gifts and no affection; But only peace upon our land, And none of your protection. We ask you now, henceforth, to know We are a separate nation; And be assured we'll fully show We scorn your "proclamation." We were not first to break the peace, That blessed our happy land; We loved the quiet, calm, and ease, Too well to raise a hand, Till fierce oppression stronger grew, And bitter were your sneers-- Then to our land we must be true, Or show a coward's fears! We loved our banner while it waved An emblem of our Union, The fiercest danger we had braved To guard that sweet communion. But when it proved that "stripes" alone Were for our sunny South, And all the "stars" in triumph shone Above the chilly North-- Then, not till then, our voices rose In one tumultuous wave-- We WILL the tyranny oppose, Or find a bloody grave! Another flag shall lead our hosts To battle on the plain, The "rebels" will defy your boasts, And prove your sneering vain! There is no danger we could fear-- No hardship or privation-- To free the land we hold so dear, From tyrannous dictation. Blockade her ports--her seas shall swell Beneath your ships of war, And every breeze in anger tell Your tyranny afar.