A history of Rome and Floyd County, State of Georgia, United States of America; including numerous incidents of more than local interest, 1540-1922 . Sweet lady of the olden South we comeTo pay our fond respects as thou dost goUp into fairer land that none may knowOr wonder how strange mystery issues from!Amid a bower of roses, lilies, phloxWe sadly sing from deep our souls within,—If not too late, thy peaceful smile to win;Thy Lord beyond the portal gently knocks!And then the last farewell; tis good to liveIf living means to think of thee in , stand in swishing autumn windAnd
A history of Rome and Floyd County, State of Georgia, United States of America; including numerous incidents of more than local interest, 1540-1922 . Sweet lady of the olden South we comeTo pay our fond respects as thou dost goUp into fairer land that none may knowOr wonder how strange mystery issues from!Amid a bower of roses, lilies, phloxWe sadly sing from deep our souls within,—If not too late, thy peaceful smile to win;Thy Lord beyond the portal gently knocks!And then the last farewell; tis good to liveIf living means to think of thee in , stand in swishing autumn windAnd wonder if the noble life you giveCan find its saintly counterpart up there;Oh, how we need thee who are left behind! LINES TO A HUMMINGBIRD SEENAT A LADYS John Rollin dew-drunk bacchanal Hath emptied all the roses of drained the fluent souls Of all the lilies from their jeweledbowls;And now on rapid wings he fleets To where by yonder crystal paneA lady, young and fair. Looks out upon the sifting sun-litrain. That ripe, red mouth he takes For rarer flower than ever yet wasquaffed. Miscellaneous—Poetry 585. txiG3O>. uo G05 •a c G G O 3 V 0 H ^ «* s Oit: ISO et E 2 E 3 *• E « 0 wy •- G V .2 E O aQ 586 A History of Rome and Floyd County And longeth much to sip The honey of that warm and dewylip,And drain its sweetness at a ! vain, delusive hope! tis hard,But rainbow-winged bird, Thourt not alone from those sweetlips debarred! Now, charmed with her eyes. And dazzled by their more thansunny winnoweth with his wings The fineness of the golden mist, andswings,A breathing glory in her sight! Too happy bird, hes won a smileFrom that pioud beauty rare Which from his throne an angelmight beguile! How dizzy with delight He spins his radiant circles in theair!Now, on their spiral breath Upborn, he scapes th enchantressunderneathAnd will not die of joy or of despair—The gleam in her Ijright eyes, hoping once
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