Sleeping in the dew-drop, Or dancing in the hail, Or dressing up the wintry woods Sporting in the cataract, Or sinking 'neath the sod, REUNION By JOSEPH TYRONE DERRY ['The Strife of Brothers,' 1906. Copyright, The Neale Publishing Company, and used here by permission. Book VII, lines 439-458.] May North and South, each chastened in her turn, And wage through courts and ballots all their fights A GALAXY OF SOUTHERN HEROES By ORION T. DOZIER ['Poems, 1905. Copyright, The Neale Publishing Company, and used here by permission.] And o'er yon Old Dominion State, Star gemmed, her crown with glory shines, With Southern pride I here avow That nowhere on this earth's confines Can there be found another land Which can so many heroes claim, And bright amid her brightest stars And glittering like a royal gem Above my own fair Georgia high, I see another brilliant star, As bright as ever decked the sky, The patriot, statesman, warrior grand, Nor less resplendent is the light Of him, old South Carolina's star, To blaze amid the storms of war; Now see yon grand majestic stream, Whose course no human force can check, Proud Mississippi, king of streams, Of him whose grand and kingly soul- Too broad to curb by prison cell Proud, God-like man, I breathe his name With reverence and with deathless love-Jeff Davis, brightest star of fame, May heaven rest his soul above. But where, oh! where, my wavering muse, Of him, the grandest, noblest knight Where God His grandest works designed; Where great Mount Everest, rising, sees All other mountains far below, His own grand form enrobed with cloud, His royal head God crowned with snowYes, go and view this mountain proud— This great majestic, towering king— Yes, go and you this mountain see, HAIL, ST. PATRICK'S DAY By ORION T. DOZIER ['Poems, 1905. Copyright, The Neale Publishing Company, and used here by permission.] Hail! all hail, St. Patrick's day! Oh, sainted man of wondrous mind, By Heaven lent and Heaven sent, To civilize a nation. And where on earth is there a land Today that does not claim On history's page some saint or sage- And hail! all hail! to that green flag, A thousand years through strife and tears It floats today without a stain, An alien though it be, A tale to tell of freedom's knell, Yes, hail! all hail! to Erin's flag, In other climes and other times And float for evermore! Then hark! oh, hark, ye Irish sons! Behold your country bleeding, To break in twain the tyrant's chain, Then grasp, oh, grasp the glorious flag That you will ne'er forsake its cause That o'er the foam you'll bear it home, MOTHER-LOVE (A Lullaby) By PATTIE WILLIAMS GEE ['The Palace of the Heart and Other Poems of Love,' 1904. By permission of Miss Gee.] Sleep, baby, sleep! The Sun to kiss the mighty Sea stoops low So deep; But Mother's love sinks lower than the shadows Sleep, baby, sleep! Life lies in mortal grief where sorrows throng So deep; But Mother's love is longer than life's sorrow, Sleep, baby, sleep! |