. The white doe; the fate of Virginia Dare; an Indian legend. s andFashions of the People in that Parte of America nowcalled Virginia, 1590. t7 PROLOGUE In the tomb of vanished ages sleep th* ungarnered truths of Time,Where the pall of silence covers deeds of honor and of crime ;Deeds of sacrifice and danger, which the careless earth forgets,There, in ever-deepning shadows, lie embalmed in mute of the Present vainly grope amid this gloom ;Flowers of Truth to be immortal must be gathered while they bloom,Else they pass into the Silence, mans neglect their only blight,A
. The white doe; the fate of Virginia Dare; an Indian legend. s andFashions of the People in that Parte of America nowcalled Virginia, 1590. t7 PROLOGUE In the tomb of vanished ages sleep th* ungarnered truths of Time,Where the pall of silence covers deeds of honor and of crime ;Deeds of sacrifice and danger, which the careless earth forgets,There, in ever-deepning shadows, lie embalmed in mute of the Present vainly grope amid this gloom ;Flowers of Truth to be immortal must be gathered while they bloom,Else they pass into the Silence, mans neglect their only blight,And the Gleaner of the Ages stores them far from human a perfume, sweet and subtle, lingers where each flower grew,Rising from the shattered petals, bathed and freshened by the dew ;And this perfume, in the twilight, forms a mist beneath the skies,Out of which, like airy phantoms, legends and traditions rise ;For the Seeds of Truth are buried in a legends inmost heart,To transplant them in the sunlight justifies the poets art. 19 THE SEEDS OF TRUTH. THE SEEDS OF TRUTH ROANOAK, I587 Shimmering waters, aweary of tossing,Hopeful of rest, ripple on to the shore ;Dimpling with light, as they waver and quiver,Echoing faintly the oceans wild in the arms of the tremulous watersNestles an island, with beauty abloom,Where the warm kiss of an amorous summerFills all the air with a languid , the roar of the turbulent breakersWarns of the dangers of rock and of reef;Burdened with memries of sorrowful shipwreck,They break on the sands in torrents of , the forest, grown giant in greenness,Shelters a land where a fervid sun shines ;Wild with the beauty of riotous nature,Thick with the tangles of fruit-laden vines.*From fragrant clusters, grown purple with ripeness,Rare, spicy odors float out to the sea,fWhere the gray gulls flit with restless endeavor,Skimming the waves in their frolicsome glee. * See Appendix, Note a. f See Appendix, Note b. 2
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