O deem us not a faithless band, Who left him to the foe; His latest accent of command, Was when he bade us go! Yet one still linger'd near his side, To watch his fleeting breath, To mark the ebbing of life's tide And pale approach of death. But ere we left our Captain there, He gave us each a word, Some thought of kind, remembering care-- "Here, Warren, take my sword-- You'll be their captain now, you know; But, friend, remember then," Said he, "how well I loved them; Be faithful to my men! [Illustration: "He faintly smiled and waved his hand."] "Wear the sword well. The gift is small, But with it goes my love, Good-bye, boys! Heaven bless you all; I'm ordered up above, And there can be no countermand-- I know my fate is seal'd!" He faintly smiled, and wav'd his hand-- We left him on the field. MOTHER! IS THE BATTLE OVER? Mother! is the battle over? thousands have been killed they say-- Is my father coming?--tell me, have the Southrons gain'd the day? Is he well, or is he wounded? Mother, do you think he's slain? If you know, I pray you tell me--will my father come again? Mother, dear, you're always sighing since you last the paper read-- Tell me why you now are crying--why that cap is on your head? Ah! I see you cannot tell me--father's one among the slain! Altho' he lov'd us very dearly, he will never come again! A NORTH CAROLINA CALL TO ARMS. By LUOLA. _Air--"The Old North State."_ Ye sons of Carolina! awake from your dreaming! The minions of Lincoln upon us are streaming! Oh! wait not for argument, call, or persuasion To meet at the onset this treach'rous invasion! CHORUS.--Defend, defend the old North State forever; Defend, defend the good old North State. Oh! think of the maidens, the wives, and the mothers; Fly ye to the rescue, sons, husbands, and brothers, And sink in oblivion all party and section; Your hearth-stones are looking to you for protection! CHORUS. The babe in its sweetness, the child in its beauty, Unconsciously urge you to action and duty! By all that is sacred, by all to you tender, Your country adjures, arise and defend her! CHORUS. The Star-Spangled Banner, dishonored, is streaming O'er lands of fanatics; their swords are now gleaming; They thirst for the life-blood of those you most cherish; With brave hearts and true, then, arouse, or they perish. CHORUS. Round the flag of the South, oh! in thousands now rally, For the hour's departed when freemen may sally; Your all is at stake; then go forth and God speed you, And onward to glory and victory lead you! CHORUS.--Hurrah! hurrah! the old North State forever! Hurrah! hurrah! the good old North State. DIXIE. By ALBERT PIKE.