Clara Barton (Classic Reprint)

Excerpt from Clara Barton The world's wars are fought by men, and they redound to the glory of manhood. Poets and historians sing for us in all ages, "I sing of arms, and the man." There is one side of war whose sole historian is the recording angel - the sorrows, the sacrifice and the heroism of woman. Every bullet that penetrates the flesh of man finds somewhere the heart of a woman. "The maid that binds her warrior's sash, With smile that well her pain dissembles, The while beneath her glittering lash, One pearly tear drop hangs and trembles - Though heaven alone records the tear, And fame can never know its story, Her heart has shed a drop as dear As e'er bedewed the field of glory. The mother who conceals her grief While to her breast her son she presses. And breathes one earnest prayer and brief - Kissing the patriotic brow she blesses With no one but her secret God To know the pain that weighs upon her, Sheds holy blood as e'er the sod Received on Freedom's field of honor." 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 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.