Footprints on the Sands of Time (Classic Reprint)

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Excerpt from Footprints on the Sands of Time This volume was not premeditated. Ever since my earliest recollection I have written rhyme. My father was an officer in the British army, 68th Durham Light Infantry. He was unwilling to rear a daughter in Barracks, so placed me at extremely early age in boarding school, Waterford, Ireland. Here my rhymes attracted notice. The first, of which I have recollection were suggested by a letter from father and ran as follows: I'm on the field of glory now, I've soldiers brave at my command, I've wreath of laurel on my brow But I'm far from my fatherland. They shout, they shout, they say I'm great They say I'm happy, brave and free - But oh, I wish it were my fate My fatherland once more to see. The field is stained with human gore And this great battle now is done, But oh, to see that land once more I'd give the laurels I have won. I'd give my treasures, wealth and power - I'd give all earth if I could roam - To pluck one wild, dear Irish flower That grows within my native home. I think I was about seven years old when this was written. When asked where I found the verses, I was puzzled and could only reply. 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.