February 15, 1865. Vol. 1. No. 20. Page 1
When war shall cease and be no more
The theme of every mortal tongue:
When peace proclaimed shall bless our shore,
We’ll join in this the patriot’s song:
We love our Country, and our pride
Has buoyed us up in war’s campaigns,
We never would our lands divide,
To blot our Nation’s honored name.
No spot of cowardice or shame
Has scared the armies of our land;
No Union soldier’s honored name
Has been defamed by treason’s brand.
The last alarm of war has past,
Our Union saved, Columbia’s free,--
We’re “mustered out” and rest at last—
Victorious rest, O, may it be.
To God on high give all the praise,
To Him who is the warrior’s shield,
Let our glad hearts in chorus raise,
And all our honors to Him yield.