Excerpt from A Poem Delivered at the Reunion of the Forty-Ninth Regiment, Massachusetts Volunteers, at Pittsfield, Mass., May 21, 1867 How strange a thing is memory: as I gaze This night on comrades of those fruitful days, When armed cohorts thronged on every hand, And war's alarms and thunders shook the land; I am not here, - but backward, far away, My inmost thoughts and recollections stray, And bygone scenes are passing in review, Which, haply, I may reproduce to you. And first, Camp Briggs1 attracts my gaze the spot whereto we rallied. 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.