. Poems . y papers spoon the whole,And women are the sugar and Garden, May, 1880. HYMN. [Sung at the Dedication of the Jeflferson Davis Memorial Church, Fairview,Kentucky, November 21, 1886.] Inscription on a marble tablet in the wall of the church: Jefferson Davis, of Mississippi, was born June 3, 1808, on the site of this church. He made a gift of the lot March 10, 1886, to the Bethel Baptist Church, as a thank-offering to the Lord. Jesus,.to thy great name we raise A house of penitence and praise, A beacon for the wanderers bark. To guide it home through storm and dark. Here s
. Poems . y papers spoon the whole,And women are the sugar and Garden, May, 1880. HYMN. [Sung at the Dedication of the Jeflferson Davis Memorial Church, Fairview,Kentucky, November 21, 1886.] Inscription on a marble tablet in the wall of the church: Jefferson Davis, of Mississippi, was born June 3, 1808, on the site of this church. He made a gift of the lot March 10, 1886, to the Bethel Baptist Church, as a thank-offering to the Lord. Jesus,.to thy great name we raise A house of penitence and praise, A beacon for the wanderers bark. To guide it home through storm and dark. Here shall ambitions fever cease,Sins wretched slaves find sweet release,And washed in Jordans cleansing waveRise from the Christians mystic grave. Hence bid our earth-bom cares depart,Heal every aching, bleeding the clouds of doubt and dreadAnd feed us with thy living Bread. Father, Redeemer, Guide and Friend,Go with us to our Journeys end,Until we hail in ParadiseThe nobler Bethel of the skies. 18. GENERAL JOHN H. MORGAN, C. S. A. JOHN MORGAN AND HIS to Mrs. Basil Duke. Wild disorder, uproar, panic,Civil war with deeds SatanicBreak Kentuckys dream—Neutrality—Everywhere wars stern realityDrum and fife and bugle-playing—Terrors breeding; fears allaying—For various hopes and fears are rifeIn the wild rage of civil strife;When son and sire in contest loyal to his native many-voiced command;One loyal to the stripes and stars—One faithful to the stars and bars! There curls the smoke of burning train!There leaguered stockades fight in vain— War glows on hill and cattle to the camp are farmer mourns his quickly came, as quickly fled;Swift as an Indian arrow sped—The Southrons joy, the Federals dread-John Morgan and his men ?Loved and obeyed by his command,With womans heart and lions hand—The Sydney of the Southern land John Harpers thoroughbreds forsakeThe turf of Woodfords old cane-brake;
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