March on! March on! All hearts resolved on victory or death, March on! March on! All hearts resolved on victory or death. This may be called the rallying song of the Confederacy. Composed early in 1861, it was sung throughout the South while the soldiers were hurried to Virginia with this, the grandest of martial airs, as a benediction. "THE SOUTHERN CROSS." By ST. GEO. TUCKER, of Virginia. Published in 1860, a few months before the author's death. Oh! say can you see, through the gloom and the storms, More bright for the darkness, that pure constellation? Like the symbol of love and redemption its form, As it points to the haven of hope for the nation. How radiant each star, as the beacon afar, Giving promise of peace, or assurance in war! CHORUS--'Tis the Cross of the South, which shall ever remain To light us to freedom and glory again! How peaceful and blest was America's soil, 'Til betrayed by the guile of the Puritan demon, Which lurks under virtue, and springs from its coil To fasten its fangs in the life-blood of freemen. Then boldly appeal to each heart that can feel, And crush the foul viper 'neath Liberty's heel! CHORUS. 'Tis the emblem of peace, 'tis the day-star of hope, Like the sacred _Labarum_ that guided the Roman; From the shores of the Gulf to the Delaware's slope, 'Tis the trust of the free and the terror of foeman. Fling its folds to the air, while we boldly declare The rights we demand or the deeds that we dare! CHORUS. And if peace should be hopeless and justice denied, And war's bloody vulture should flap its black pinions, Then gladly "To arms," while we hurl, in our pride, Defiance to tyrants and death to their minions! With our front to the field, swearing never to yield, Or return, like the Spartan, in death on our shield! CHORUS--And the Cross of the South shall triumphantly wave As the flag of the free or the pall of the brave. THE STAR OF THE WEST. _Charleston Mercury._ "_Dixie._" I wish I was in de land o' cotton, Old times dair ain't not forgotten-- Look away, etc. In Dixie land whar I was born in, Early on one frosty mornin'-- Look away, etc. CHORUS--Den I wish I was in Dixie. In Dixie land dat frosty mornin', Jis 'bout de time de day was dawnin'-- Look away, etc. De signal fire from de East bin roarin', Rouse up, Dixie, no more snorin'-- Look away, etc. CHORUS. Dat rocket high a-blazing in de sky, 'Tis de sign dat de snobbies am comin' up nigh-- Look away, etc. Dey bin braggin' long, if we dare to shoot a shot, Dey comin' up strong and dey'll send us all to pot, Fire away, fire away, lads in gray. CHORUS.