Excerpt from Ode to Jefferson Davis Jefferson Davis. Of one resplendent ship that daredAdventurous the storm-racked wave, Of one great pilot grand and brave, Who strove till hope despaired, And darkness shrouded all the sea, And wreck and ruin round him raved, Strove bly, and all fortunes bravedTo bring her into lee. Of such inspired would I dareTo wake my harp, and daring sing, And hope and pride's defiance flingHigh as a clarion's blare. To touch the highest flight of songWere t too high to grace my theme;Enbling inspiration's dream.My wing thus bold and strong - My spirit quicked with the desireThat nerved Jove's bird to his high flight, Soaring the imperial heightThat Gods wont to aspire. Not he who sung Aeneas' fate, And touched harmonious his shell, Aspiring in his high strains to tellThe rise of Roman state. Nor yet Pharsalia's singer knew, Nor Salem's bard a bler theme, Though deep they from the epic streamTheir inspirations drew -Than mine, a nation born in flame, And swathed in blood and glory's glare;Yet fell in hor's great despair, Crushed to unrighteous shame, About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art techlogy 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.