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The Virginians of the Valley

Dr. Ticknor . The knightliest of the knightly race That, since the days of old, Have kept the lamp of chivalry Alight in hearts of gold; The kindliest of the kindly band That, rarely hating ease, Yet rode with Spotswood round the land, And Raleigh round the seas. . Who climbed the blue Virginia hills […]

The Veteran’s Cross of Honor

H. H. Stevens . How dear to the heart of each gray-headed soldier Are the thoughts of the days when all wore the gray! While memory recalls every trial and danger, And scenes of the past live in battle array. . Though long since discarding our arms and equipments There’s one thing a veteran most […]

The Unknown

Alex W. Bealer  . Afar from friends who loved him well, Amid the battle smoke alone, This well-beloved soldier fell To sleep throughout the years “unknown.” . What loving mother watched for him With longing eyes and speechless moan? How many eyes with tears grew dim Because the soldier died “unknown?” . But God, who […]

The Old Gray Coat

Rev. John K. White . In the garret it was resting in the bottom of a trunk, And for years it had been hidden in the deepest slumber sunk; As I raised it slowly, gently, bitter tears rushed to my eyes, For it brought back recollection which, though sleeping, never dies. . As I pressed […]

The Last of the Confederates

David J. Weisiger, Virginia  . I stood on the streets of Atlanta to-day As the noble old heroes passed by, And pardon me, friend for the weakness I showed, But a tear slowly dropped from my eye.  . The curious crowd knew little what it meant As they saw that old battle flag wave Which […]

The Gods of the Copybook Headings

Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) . As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race, I make my proper prostrations to the gods of the market-place. Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall, And the gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice outlast them all. . We were living in […]

The Bivouac of the Gray

T. C. Harbaugh  . In their silent camps of glory, stretching ever far away, Sleep the men who live in story, valiant wearers of the gray; For them now no drums are beating, for them now no bugles blow, No advance and no retreating, no fierce onsets of the foe. . Some by Rappahannock’s river, […]

Secret Service for the King

Author unknown . If the shut-ins all united In one voice of common prayer, What a ceaseless shower of blessings Should be falling everywhere! . Tho’ so weak and oft times helpless, They can wield a mighty power, Lifting up their souls petition To the Savior hour by hour. . They can importune the Father […]

The Stars & Bars

By: O. T. Dozier, MD. Birmingham Alabama . The Stars and Bars  are fallen, And will never float again, But bright on history’s pages It will live without a stain. . For proudest recollections Of battles fought and won, And glorious deeds of valor, By Southern patriots done, . Will embalm in sacred memory The […]

The Confederate Note

By: Major Sidney A. Jonas, C.S.A., Mississippi. This poem was written on the back of a $100.00 Confederate Note, at the old Powhatan Hotel, Richmond, Virginia, May, 1865. . Representing nothing on God’s earth now, And naught in the waters below it. As the pledge of a Nation that’s dead and gone, Keep it dear […]