The American Civil War had its moments of glory, but mostly it had sadness and homesickness.

The campfire low, the men in gray
Sat in the dark, as still as stone
Intent upon the fiddler’s play
The mournful notes, the sorrowed tone
Beyond the trees, blue pickets lie
Enraptured by the haunting tune
That said tomorrow some will die
And lie in fields forever June
Brothers once, but now at war
They dream upon the world they had
The world of home, and love and more
A world so suddenly gone mad