Fitzhugh Birney : A Memoir (Classic Reprint)

Fitzhugh Birney

Excerpt from Fitzhugh Birney: A Memoir The flag is folded for the battles din, The cry of trumpet, and the blaze of gun, The thunderous rush of squadrons closing in, The stifled groan, the triumph shout, are done. And Peace is come, with passionless, mild eyes, A mothers eyes, a mothers tenderness. Calmed by her touch the weary nation lies, And feels her dewy breath upon his face. But Time cannot avail, with all his years, Some chasms in our riven hearst to fill, Whence misty memories rise to break in tears, And ghosts of buried hopes that haunt us still, Yet bring a kind of joy, - the solemn trust That form is more that unsubstantial dust. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.