Shivering 'midst the darkness, Christian men are found There devoutly kneeling On the frozen ground; Pleading for their country In its hour of woe, For its soldiers marching Shoeless through the snow! Lost in heavy slumbers, Free from toil and strife, Dreaming of their dear ones-- Home, and child, and wife; Tentless they are lying, While the fires burn low-- Lying in their blankets, 'Midst December's snow. A NEW RED, WHITE AND BLUE. Written for a Lady, by JEFF. THOMPSON. [The music of this song can be procured of the Oliver Ditson Co., Boston, Mass., owners of the copyright.] Missouri is the pride of the Nation, The hope of the brave and the free; The Confederacy will furnish the rations, But the fighting is trusted to thee; For, brave boys, your soil has been noted, And your flag has been trusted to you; For freedom you have not yet voted, But you fight for the Red, White and Blue. CHORUS.--Three cheers, etc. The Stars shall shine bright in the heaven, But the Stripes should be trailed in the dust, For they are no longer the sign of the haven Of the brave, of the free, or the just; The Bars now in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the faithful and true; O'er the home of the Southern brave, Shall float the new Red, White and Blue. CHORUS. WAR SONG. Come! come! come! Come, brothers you are called; Come, each one unappalled; Come and defend your home! Come! come! come! The cannon's belching roar, The musket's deadly pour-- Cry, men, defend your home! Come! come! come! Let the invitation sound, Through town and country round, Come, men, defend your home! Come! come! come! With a prayer to Him on high; God grant us victory, While fighting for our home. Come! come! come! Wait not, lest you live to see Your loved ones crushed by tyranny, And desolate your home! ALL QUIET ALONG THE POTOMAC TO-NIGHT. By LAMAR FONTAINE. Music by J. H. HEWETT. [The music of this song can be obtained of the Oliver Ditson Co., Boston, Mass.] "All quiet along the Potomac to-night!" Except here and there a stray picket Is shot, as he walks on his beat, to and fro, By a rifleman hid in the thicket. 'Tis nothing! a private or two now and then Will not count in the news of a battle; Not an officer lost! only one of the men Moaning out, all alone, the death-rattle. "All quiet along the Potomac to-night!" Where soldiers lie peacefully dreaming; And their tents in the rays of the clear Autumn moon, And the light of their camp-fires are gleaming. A tremulous sigh, as a gentle night wind Through the forest leaves slowly is creeping; While the stars up above, with their glittering eyes, Keep guard o'er the army while sleeping.