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The panic thickens--off, ye brave! Throw down your arms! your bacon save! Waive, Washington, all scruples waive, And fly, with all your chivalry!

"Stack Arms."

Written in the Prison of Fort Delaware, Del., on Hearing of the Surrender of General Lee.

By Jos. Blyth Alston.

"Stack Arms!" I've gladly heard the cry When, weary with the dusty tread Of marching troops, as night drew nigh, I sank upon my soldier bed, And camly slept; the starry dome Of heaven's blue arch my canopy, And mingled with my dreams of home, The thoughts of Peace and Liberty.

"Stack Arms!" I've heard it, when the shout Exulting, rang along our line, Of foes hurled back in bloody rout, Captured, dispersed; its tones divine Then came to mine enraptured ear. Guerdon of duty nobly done, And glistened on my cheek the tear Of grateful joy for victory won.

"Stack Arms!" In faltering accents, slow And sad, it creeps from tongue to tongue, A broken, murmuring wail of woe, From manly hearts by anguish wrung. Like victims of a midnight dream, We move, we know not how nor why, For life and hope but phantoms seem, And it would be relief--to die!

Doffing the Gray.

By Lieutenant Falligant, of Savannah, Geo.

Off with your gray suits, boys-- Off with your rebel gear-- They smack too much of the cannons' peal, The lightning flash of your deadly steel, The terror of your spear.

Their color is like the smoke That curled o'er your battle-line; They call to mind the yell that woke When the dastard columns before you broke, And their dead were your fatal sign.

Off with the starry wreath, Ye who have led our van; To you 'twas the pledge of glorious death, When we followed you over the gory heath, Where we whipped them man to man.

Down with the cross of stars-- Too long hath it waved on high; 'Tis covered all over with battle scars, But its gleam the Northern banner mars-- 'Tis time to lay it by.

Down with the vows we've made, Down, with each memory-- Down with the thoughts of our noble dead-- Down, down to the dust, where their forms are laid And down with Liberty.

In the Land Where We Were Dreaming

By D. B. Lucas, Esq., of Jefferson.

Fair were our visions! Oh, they were as grand As ever floated out of Faerie land; Children were we in single faith, But God-like children, whom, nor death, Nor threat, nor danger drove from Honor's path, In the land where we were dreaming.

Proud were our men, as pride of birth could render; As violets, our women pure and tender; And when they spoke, their voice did thrill Until at eve, the whip-poor-will, At morn the mocking-bird, were mute and still In the land where we were dreaming.

And we had graves that covered more of glory Than ever tracked tradition's ancient story; And in our dream we wove the thread Of principles for which had bled And suffered long our own immortal dead In the land where we were dreaming.

Though in our land we had both bond and free, Both were content; and so God let them be;-- 'Till envy coveted our land And those fair fields our valor won: But little recked we, for we still slept on, In the land where we were dreaming.

Our sleep grew troubled and our dreams grew wild-- Red meteors flashed across our heaven's field; Crimson the moon; between the Twins Barbed arrows fly, and then begins Such strife as when disorder's Chaos reigns, In the land where we were dreaming.

Down from her sun-lit heights smiled Liberty And waved her cap in sign of Victory-- The world approved, and everywhere Except where growled the Russian bear, The good, the brave, the just gave us their prayer In the land where we were dreaming.

We fancied that a Government was ours-- We challenged place among the world's great powers; We talked in sleep of Rank, Commission, Until so life-like grew our vision, That he who dared to doubt but met derision In the land where we were dreaming.

We looked on high: a banner there was seen, Whose field was blanched and spotless in its sheen-- Chivalry's cross its Union bears, And vet'rans swearing by their scars Vowed they would bear it through a hundred wars In the land where we were dreaming.

A hero came amongst us as we slept; At first he lowly knelt--then rose and wept; Then gathering up a thousand spears He swept across the field of Mars; Then bowed farewell and walked beyond the stars-- In the land where we were dreaming.

We looked again: another figure still Gave hope, and nerved each individual will-- Full of grandeur, clothed with power, Self-poised, erect, he ruled the hour With stern, majestic sway--of strength a tower In the land where we were dreaming.

As, while great Jove, in bronze, a warder God, Gazed eastward from the Forum where he stood, Rome felt herself secure and free, So, "Richmond's safe," we said, while we Beheld a bronzed Hero--God-like Lee, In the land where we were dreaming.

As wakes the soldier when the alarum calls-- As wakes the mother when the infant falls-- As starts the traveller when around His sleeping couch the fire-bells sound-- So woke our nation with a single bound In the land where we were dreaming.

Woe! woe is me! the startled mother cried-- While we have slept our noble sons have died! Woe! woe is me! how strange and sad, That all our glorious vision's fled And left us nothing real but the dead In the land where we were dreaming.

And are they really dead, our martyred slain? No! dreamers! morn shall bid them rise again From every vale--from every height On which they _seemed_ to die for right-- Their gallant spirits shall renew the fight In the land where we were dreaming.

Ballad--"Yes, Build Your Walls."