The Patriot Blood Of My Father Was

Oh Northern Mothers Wives And Sisters, All Unconscious Of The Hour, Would To Heaven That I Could Bear For You The Concentrated Woe Which Is So Soon To Follow, Would That Christ Would Teach My Soul A Prayer That Would Plead To The Father For Grace Sufficient For You, God Pity And Strengthen You Every One.

I Have An Almost Complete Disregard Of Precedent, And A Faith In The Possibility Of Something Better. It Irritates Me To Be Told How Things Have Always Been Done. I Defy The Tyranny Of Precedent. I Go For Anything New That Might Improve The Past.

Let Me Go, Let Me Go.

What Armies And How Much Of War I Have Seen, What Thousands Of Marching Troops, What Fields Of Slain, What Prisons, What Hospitals, What Ruins, What Cities In Ashes, What Hunger And Nakedness, What Orphanages, What Widowhood, What Wrongs And What Vengeance.

Others Are Writing My Biography, And Let It Rest As They Elect To Make It. I Have Lived My Life, Well And Ill, Always Less Well Than I Wanted It To Be But It Is, As It Is, And As It Has Been; So Small A Thing, To Have Had So Much About It!