"Knitting for Soldiers"
Eastman Johnson

"Sunday Morning in Virginia"
Winslow Homer

"The Field Hospital, or the Letter Home"
Eastman Johnson

I

The maid who binds her warrior's sash
    With smile that well her pain dissembles,
The while beneath her drooping lash
    One starry tear-drop hangs and trembles,
Though Heaven alone records the tear,
    And Fame shall never know her story,
Her heart has shed a drop as dear
    As e'er bedewed the field of glory!

II

The wife who girds her husband's sword,
    Mid little ones who weep or wonder,
And bravely speaks the cheering word,
    What though her heart be rent asunder,
Doomed nightly in her dreams to hear
    The bolts of death around him rattle,
Hath shed as sacred blood as e'er
    Was poured upon the field of battle!

III

The mother who conceals her grief
    While to her breast her son she presses,
Then breathes a few brave words and brief,
    Kissing the patriot brow she blesses,
With no one but her secret God
    To know the pain that weighs upon her,
Sheds holy blood as e'er the sod
    Received on Freedom's field of honor!

"News from Home"
William Ludwell Sheppard

"Union Soldier Cleaning Sword"
Xanthus R. Smith