BIVOUAC ON A MOUNTAIN SIDE

AN ARMY CORPS ON THE MARCH

BY THE BIVOUAC'S FITFUL FLAME

COME UP FROM THE FIELDS FATHER

VIGIL STRANGE I KEPT ON THE FIELD ONE NIGHT

A MARCH IN THE RANKS HARD-PREST, AND THE ROAD UNKNOWN

A SIGHT IN CAMP IN THE DAYBREAK GRAY AND DIM

AS TOILSOME I WANDER'D VIRGINIA'S WOODS

NOT THE PILOT

YEAR THAT TREMBLED AND REEL'D BENEATH ME

THE WOUND-DRESSER

LONG, TOO LONG AMERICA

GIVE ME THE SPLENDID SILENT SUN

DIRGE FOR TWO VETERANS

OVER THE CARNAGE ROSE PROPHETIC A VOICE