The masque of the muses . hrough the northern night, I crossed the deserts bright one morning dawned the light Of dear Magnolia Land. MISCELLANEOUS. I97 There had been pestilence and war, And ruin seemed to saw a httle golden star On our magnolia tree. With trembling hand and loving care, And troubled thought within,I took a paper folded there And pinned with golden neath the whispering leaves I read The same words line for line: Shouldst meet me living, mourn me dead, Forever I am thine. And still another word was there, For constancy raised my heart from low
The masque of the muses . hrough the northern night, I crossed the deserts bright one morning dawned the light Of dear Magnolia Land. MISCELLANEOUS. I97 There had been pestilence and war, And ruin seemed to saw a httle golden star On our magnolia tree. With trembling hand and loving care, And troubled thought within,I took a paper folded there And pinned with golden neath the whispering leaves I read The same words line for line: Shouldst meet me living, mourn me dead, Forever I am thine. And still another word was there, For constancy raised my heart from low despair When every hope had southern bird had taken flight Before the storm that fell;Had winged her passage through the night And left that note to tell. And then I felt a sweet relief,While fiercer longings burned. I sent her my magnolia leafTo tell I had returned, 198 THE MASQUE OF THE MUSES. But followed it with fluttering hasteNo more from her Ill roam, For we are building in the wasteThe old magnolia ENDOWMENT.
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