All quiet along the Potomac tonight, no sound save the rush of the river, while soft falls the dew on the face of the dead, the picket's off duty for…

- Ethel Lynn Beers

All quiet along the Potomac they say Except now and then a stray picket Is shot as he walks on his beat, to and fro, By a rifleman hid in the thicket.

- Ethel Lynn Beers

Only a mother's heart can be Patient enough for such as he.

- Ethel Lynn Beers