CONTENTS. The Song of the Camps T. B. Aldrich.. Anonymous Anonymous After All..... The Year of Jubilee HE has gone, she has left us in passion and pride, Our stormy-browed sister, so long at our side! She has torn her own star from our firmament's glow, And turned on her brother the face of a foe! O Caroline, Caroline, child of the sun, We can never forget that our hearts have been one, You were always too ready to fire at a touch; But we said," She is hasty, - she does not mean much." We have scowled, when you uttered some turbulent threat; But Friendship still whispered, "Forgive and forget!" Has our love all died out? Have its altars grown cold? Has the curse come at last which the fathers foretold? Then Nature must teach us the strength of the chain That her petulant children would sever in vain. They may fight till the buzzards are gorged with their spoil, Till the harvest grows black as it rots in the soil, * Written upon the announcement of the passage of the "Ordinance of Secession," on the 20th of December, 1860, by the Convention of South Carolina, the first State which attempted to secede. |