I think, ofttimes, that lives of men may beLikened to wandering winds that come and goNot knowing whence they rise, whither they blowO’er the vast globe, voiceful of grief or glee.
This is my world! within these narrow walls,I own a princely service.Paul Hamilton Hayne
Let the only walls the foe shall scale Be ramparts of the dead!Paul Hamilton Hayne
And Potomac flowed calmly, scarce heaving her breast, With her low-lying billows all bright in the west, For a charm as from God lulled the waters to rest Of the fair rolling river.Paul Hamilton Hayne