Excerpt from An Epick Poem in Commemoration of Gen. Andrew Jackson's Victory on the Eighth of January, 1815To be in autumn, ripe with wisdom's fruit To plan the fight, and then the fight dispute. His eye shows Openness and seems to speak, But nothing's there that shows a woman's freak. His will chains every nerve - none durst betray The secret feeling he would hide from day But when he wills, his every look takes fire And ¿ames to view the hidden soul's desire. The City, long foreboding in despair, Rise and salute him with reviving air. Glad, they submissive bow to his command, Secure beneath the shadow of his hand.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.