Etta W. Pierce

“ Then the ringing of cheers throughout the welkin high,
And the sound of bugle and fife and drum,
As proudly the troops came marching by.
Marching by with their measured tread,
All bronzed by the sun of the Southern land,
Bayonets gleaming and banners spread—
The dauntless of heart and the strong of hand. ”

“ Where the cheers of the crowd rang long and high,
To the sound of the music, so gallant and gay,
On went the regiment up Broadway.
I never shall look on my darling again
When the linnets are singing amid the grain. ”