Francis Miles Finch

  •    [The women of Columbus, Mississippi, strewed flowers alike on the graves of the Confederate and the National soldiers.]

    BY the flow of the inland river,
      Whence the fleets of iron have fled,
    Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver
      Asleep are the ranks of...

  • TO 1 drum-beat and heart-beat
      A soldier marches by:
    There is color in his cheek,
      There is courage in his eye,
    Yet to drum-beat and heart-beat
      In a moment he must die.

    By starlight and moonlight,
      He seeks the Briton’s camp;...

  • By the flow of the inland river,
      Whence the fleets of iron have fled,
    Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver,
      Asleep are the ranks of the dead:
        Under the sod and the dew,
          Waiting the judgment-day;
        Under the one, the Blue,...