Excerpt from Camp-Fire, Memorial-Day, and Other 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 away; For the tramp of the Volunteers I hear, And the Captain's 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-boy's seat, About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.