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The worthy Sir George Somers knight, and others of com
maund; Maister George Pearcy, which is brother unto Northumber
Sir Fardinando Wayneman knight, and others of good fame,
Where they unto their labour fall, as men that meane to thrive; Let's pray that heaven may blesse them all, and keep them
long alive. Those men that vagrants liv'd with us, have there deserved
well; Their governour writes in their praise, as divers letters tel.
And to th' adventurers thus he writes be not dismayed at all,
To glorifie the lord tis done, and to no other end;
growes, Much fish the gallant rivers yield, tis truth without suppose.
Great store of fowle, of venison, of grapes and mulberries,
And for an instance of their store, the noble Delaware
Two ships, are these commodities, furres, sturgeon, caviare, Blacke walnut-tree, and some deale boords, with such they
laden are; Some pearle, some wainscot and clapbords, with some sassa
fras wood, And iron promist, for tis true their mynes are very good.
Then, maugre scandall, false report, or any opposition, Th’adventurers doe thus devulge to men of good condition, That he that wants shall have reliefe, be he of honest minde, Apparel, coyne, or any thing, to such they will be kinde.
To such as to Virginia do purpose to repaire;
his share. Day wages for the laborer, and for his more content, A house and garden plot shall have; besides, tis further ment
That every man shall have a part, and not thereof denaid,
Upon delivery of such coyne unto the Governour,
The number of adventurers, that are for this plantation,
THE OLD CANOE
("While the authorship of this beautiful poem has been credited to General Pike, it has also been denied that he wrote it, and he himself is said to have stated that the honor did not belong to him but to a young lady, whose name has never been mentioned, to the knowledge of the editor of this volume." ("General Albert Pike's Poems, Fred W. Allsopp, Publisher: Little Rock, Arkansas, 1900, page 87). The poem first appeared in a short-lived paper published before the War, in Little Rock.]
Where the rocks are gray, and the shore is steep,
The useless paddles are idly dropped,
The stern half sunk in the slimy wave
The currentless waters are dead and still,
As the shore is kissed at each turn anew,
But now, as I lean o'er the crumbling side
By ST. GEORGE TUCKER [The author of these lines was born on the island of Bermuda, July 10, 1752, and died in Nelson County, Virginia, November 10, 1828. The poem was a favorite with John Adams and may be found in nearly all anthologies of American verse.]
Days of my youth,
Ye have glided away;
Ye are frosted and gray;
Your keen sight is no more;
Ye are furrowed all o'er;
All your vigor is gone;
Your gay visions are flown.
Days of my youth,
I wish not your recall;
I'm content ye should fall;
You much evil have seen;
Bathed in tears have you been;
You have led me astray;
Why lament your decay?
Days of my age,
Ye will shortly be past;
Yet awhile can ye last;
In true wisdom delight;
Be religion your light;
Dread ye not the cold sod;
Be ye fixed on your God.
THE SOLDIER BOY
[This poem was written in Lynchburg, Virginia, May 18, 1861, and signed H. M. L. It has been frequently republished but the name of the author remains unknown.]
I give my soldier boy a blade,
In fair Damascus fashioned well ;
Who first beneath its fury fell,
That for no mean or hireling trade,
I give my soldier boy a blade.