Excerpt from The Horse-Shoe: A Poem, Spoken Before the Phi Beta Kappa Society in Cambridge, July 19, 1849 Oft as twilight confuses day's sharply drawn line, Its branches seem harps to the wind's Auld Lang Synej' And the dance of its shadows the quick springing tread Of the many all scattered, the one that is dead. 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.