University of Virginia Library

War Poets of The South
and
Confederate Camp-Fire Songs

The neighing troop, the flashing blade, The bugle's stirring blast, The charge, the dreadful cannonade, The din and shout are past; No war's wild note, no glory's peal, Shall thrill with fierce delight, Those breasts that nevermore may feel The rapture of the fight. Theodore O'Hara.