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U. S. Army's Watervliet Arsenal.
"Founded in 1813 to support the "Second War for Independence," the War of 1812, the arsenal
has been a valuable resource ever since. In 1887, the arsenal became America's
"Cannon Factory." It is America's sole manufacturing facility for large caliber cannon in volume."
From: http://www.civilwarguns.com/9704.html : On June 23, 1857, Major Alfred Mordecai became Commander of the Watervliet Arsenal. A noted Ordnance Officer, he quickly made improvements to the production efforts of the arsenal. In 1859, Mordecai erected a cast iron building on the grounds of the Arsenal, and today that building still stands as the Post Museum. The building was cast in New York City by the Architectural Iron Works firm, and shipped up the Hudson by boat. It was erected on a prepared platform at Watervliet in 2 months during the summer of 1859.
From: http://www.hvnet.com/TOUR/al/HIST/military.htm : The Watervliet Arsenal Museum is housed in the 1859 cast iron warehouse. A structure of great American architectural significance, it is one of the few surviving buildings of this design. The parts, cast at Architectural Iron Works, New York City, were shipped via the Hudson River to the arsenal and assembled on a prepared foundation
Acquainted with the Night
(Robert Frost 1874-1963)
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
Auguries of Innocence
(William Blake - 1757-1827)
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
A Robin Red breast in a Cage
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
(Robert Frost 1874-1963)
Whose woods these are I think I know.
My little horse must think it queer
He gives his harness bells a shake
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
(Alfred Lord Tennyson 1809-1892)
I come from haunts of coot and hern,
By thirty hills I hurry down,
Till last by Philip's farm I flow
I chatter over stony ways,
With many a curve my banks I fret
I chatter, chatter, as I flow
I wind about, and in and out,
And here and there a foamy flake
And draw them all along, and flow
I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
I murmur under moon and stars
And out again I curve and flow