Excerpt from The Jacket of Grey, and Other Fugitive Poems The Jacket of Grey. Fold it up carefully, lay it aside; Tenderly touch it, look on it with pride; For dear must it be to our hearts evermore, The jacket of grey our loved soldier boy wore. Can we ever forget when he joined the brave band, Who rose in defence of our dear Southern land, And in his bright youth hurried on to the fray, How proudly he donned it? the jacket of grey. His fond mother blessed him and looked up above, Commending to Heaven the child of her love; What anguish was her's, mortal tongue cannot say, When he passed from her sight in the jacket of grey. But her country had called, and she would not repine, Though costly the sacrifice placed on its shrine; Her heart's dearest hopes on its altar she lay, When she sent out her boy in the jacket of grey. Months passed, and war's thunders rolled over the land Unsheathed was the sword, and lighted the brand; We heard in the distance the sounds of the fray, And prayed for our boy in the jacket of grey. 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.