Excerpt from The Burning of Chicago: A PoemKind friend, I thank thee for thy sympathy; 'tis balm to soothe my spirit in distress; And could I but repay thee as I would, My Muse should be invoked to ease my heart Of the deep debt of gratitude it owes, And still must owe, for lack of power to pay; For still the memory of that hery sea, Whose waves engulfed our city in their wrath, Usurps dominion o'er my helpless will, And rules supreme, a tyrant o'er its realm.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis 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.