Excerpt from A Month of Freedom: An American PoemHe hoped would raise him o'er th' unthinking crowd, Now turned and preying on himself with more Than vulture fierceness. But 'tis not to speak Of things which have been, and should still be borne In silence, that I'm weaving now this wild Unpolished verse 'tis to express the joy, Almost delirious joy, which an escape.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.

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