CAMP-FIRE, MEMORIAL-DAY, & OTHER POEMS. KATE BROWNLEE SHERWOOD. -CONTENTS. PART I. MEMORIES OF THE WAR, THE OLD - FLAG, ULRIC DAHLGREN, - PAGE 9 14 ... 20 FOREVER AND FOREVER, - MEMORIAL DAY AT ANDERSONVILLE, 1884, - - 23 30 THOMAS AT CHICKAMAUGA, 34 THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC, THE MCPHERSON STATUE, - 40 - 50 SIGHTLESS SCARS, - 56 FALL IN - THE NATIONS MEMORIAL, - 59 63 SONS OF VETERANS, 72 DEAD ON THE BORDER, - - 74 HAIL TO THE FLAG, 77 FOR His DEAR - SAKE, - - - - 88 THE DRUMMER BOY OF MISSION RIDGE, 90 THE SOLDIERS RING, - ... 99 AYE, BRING THE FADELESS EVERGREENS, - 108 THE BOYS OF MICHIGAN, - - - 112 THE BLACK REGIMENT AT PORT HUDSON, - 116 WELCOME HOME, - 124 CHRISTMAS AT THE SOLDIERS ORPHANS HOME, 129 CHARGE OF THE MAINE REGIMENTS, - 136 THE BOY HEROS MOTHER, ... 139 s CONTENTS. PAGK TOAST OF THE IRISH - - VOLUNTEER, 142 THE WELCOME - GRAVE, - 145 COMRADESHIP, -..-.. 150 TWENTY YEARS AGO, - - 152 PART II. PRISCILLA, AQUILA, AND PAUL, - - - 161 THE COMING OF THE MAY, SWEET CHARITY, - MARGUERITE, . - - 169 - 172 -177 O, FRIEND OF - MINE, - 179 TURN OER A NEW - LEAF, - - - 180 WATCHING FOR ME AT THE WINDOW, - 181 A NEW YEARS WISH, .... 183 STARRY WITNESSES, - - 184 WOOD VIOLETS, - 186 THE OLD GNARLED - - APPLE-TREE, 188 A FRIENDS SOUVENIR, - 192 WHAT DO THE ROSES SAY - 194 VISIONS OF THE - NIGHT, - 195 THE FIRST CROCUS, ... - 197 - MARION, - . 199 MY - NAMESAKE, 202 FRATERNITY, CHARITY, LOYALTY, - - 204 THE POETS - - WORLD, 206 HE LEADETH ME, ----- 209 AUF WlEDERSEHEN, - - - - -212 PART I. CAMP-FIRE AND MEMORIAL-DAY POEMS. MEMORIES OF THE WAR. WHENEVER I hear the fife and the drum, And the bugle wildly play, My heart is stirred like a frightened bird, And struggles to break awayFor the tramp of the Volunteers I hear, And the Captains sharp command Left Left Left He is near And drilling his eager band. For the women and men were at one that day, In a purpose grand and great But the men are away in a stormy fray, And the women must watch and wait. And some were as brown as the tawny South, And some like the dawn were fair And here was the lad with his girlish mouth, And there was the beard of care. But whether from farm or from fold they drew, From the shop or the school-boys seat,