Walt Whitman was temporarily consumed with the assassination of President Lincoln, whom he felt to be the embodiment of the Union values he held so dear. He knew first-hand that the Northern troops who had so recently ended a long and deadly war were affected deeply. His poem “Hush’d Be the Camps Today” honors the love and respect the Union armies felt toward their leader.
Hush’d Be the Camps Today
But sing poet in our name,
Sing of the love we bore him–because you, dweller in camps, know it truly.