A history of Rome and Floyd County, State of Georgia, United States of America; including numerous incidents of more than local interest, 1540-1922 . 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
A history of Rome and Floyd County, State of Georgia, United States of America; including numerous incidents of more than local interest, 1540-1922 . 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 to win The nectar from those lips which onhim smiled!. A CHEROKEE LOVE SONG.*By John Rollin Ridge. Come with me by moonlight, loveAnd let us seek the rivers shore; My light canoe awaits thee, sweetest burden eer it bore! The soft, low winds are whisperingthere Of human beauty, human with approving faces, too, The stars are shining from above. Come place thy small white hand inmine,My boat is neath the willow with my practised arm the oarWill ask no favor from the breeze. Now, now, were on the waters, upon the murmuring tide— Alone! but why should we regretIf there were none on earth besides? What matters it if all were gone? Thy bird-like voice would yet earth were heavens substitute If thou wert left to make it smile! Oh, mark how soft the dipping silent cleaves the yieldingblue— Oh, list the low sweet melody Of waves that beat our vessel too! Oh, look to heaven, how pure it seems,No cloud to dim, no blot, no stain; And sa
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