Jamestown tributes and toasts . badge of stultitude, a menace tothe peace and dignity of the commonwealth, a curse to human-ity. In the kingdom of matrimony, you are a perpetual source ofdiscord, and yet in the glowing calumet of the aborigines youwere a symbol of peace, and the incense that rose around yourashes served to stay the hand that raised the centuries you have floated down to us, and today youknow no flag save that which waves over the common brother-hood of man. Sir Walter Raleigh sought to prove that your smoke hasavoirdupois, but no mortal can weigh the part you
Jamestown tributes and toasts . badge of stultitude, a menace tothe peace and dignity of the commonwealth, a curse to human-ity. In the kingdom of matrimony, you are a perpetual source ofdiscord, and yet in the glowing calumet of the aborigines youwere a symbol of peace, and the incense that rose around yourashes served to stay the hand that raised the centuries you have floated down to us, and today youknow no flag save that which waves over the common brother-hood of man. Sir Walter Raleigh sought to prove that your smoke hasavoirdupois, but no mortal can weigh the part you have playedin the affairs of mankind. You have been the divine afflatusof the poet, the good genius of the artisan, the comforter ofthe sorely distressed—the pet aversion of wives. When first we meet you, you make us sick, but once we knowyou, we are sick only when we dislike you. In short, youare a paradox of paradoxes, and, though designated as theweed, you are the king of plants. He who hits his pipe,hits his best A ^^ 105 TO THE NAMELESS UNFORGOTTEN O Virginia, with thy story Of thy wars and meed of glory— bhouldst recall that of immortals ^Vho have passed beyond thy portals,Linger spirits that are nameless in the record of thy fame: Old black Mammy—and the maiden Fair as any in that Aiden; Theres the horses and the chases And theres all the kinds of graces [name. That can charm the mellow fancy of the hosts that love thy But the knight who sniffed the hint Of the virtues of the mint, [game, Which skidood the finest nectar from its prestige in the Wears a crown thats ever green. And afresh it blooms sereneAt each returning springtime, in the season for the same. Edwin A. 108 THE JULEP An Amber glint, A frosted veil,A fronded surface And a wailOf zephyrs mid the green leaves. Two lowered eyes; Two parched lipsDrink at the pool; A-joy there slipsA soul amid the green leaves! It lingers there In sweet repose,Until the Clay Withdraws its noseF
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