In the same vein is the dirge sung in Lee's 

 Army in Virginia when General Pelham 

 died : — 



Oh, band in the pine-wood, cease! 



Cease with your splendid call! 

 The living were brave and noble, 



The dead were bravest of all ! 



They throng to the martial summons. 



To the loud triumphant strain, 

 And the dear bright eyes of long-dead friends 



Come to the heart again. 



They come with the ringing bugle 

 And the deep drum's mellow roar. 



Till the soul is faint with longing 

 For the hands we clasp no more! 



Oh, band in the pine-woods, cease! 



Or the heart will melt in tears, 

 For the gallant eyes and the smiling lips 



And the voices of old years ! 



Through all this we have the same refrain, 

 the minor chord of victory , the hidden lesson 

 of war. 



The 



Human 



Harvest 



The Band 



in the 

 Pine- 

 mod 



By John Esten Cooke. 



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