Photo by Master Sgt. Paul Mouilleseaux As Toilsome I Wander’d As toilsome I wander’d Virginia’s woods, To the music of rustling leaves, kick’d by my feet, (for ’twas autumn,) I mark’d at the foot of a tree the grave of a soldier, Mortally wounded he, … Read More →
And if the cloud bursts thunder in your ear.
Photo by Master Sgt. Paul Mouilleseaux As Toilsome I Wander’d As toilsome I wander’d Virginia’s woods, To the music of rustling leaves, kick’d by my feet, (for ’twas autumn,) I mark’d at the foot of a tree the grave of a soldier, Mortally wounded he, … Read More →