Nesbitt Memorial Library Journal, Volume 9, Number 3, September, 1999 Page: 174
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Nesbitt Memorial Library Journal
SECTION 2: POETRY
14. Be Thou Faithful Unto Death, and I Will
[Give] Thee a Crown of Life (n. d., published
in unknown newspaper date unknown but be-
lieved to be prior to 1870)
15. Goodbye To Summer (n. d., published in
unknown newspaper, date unknown but be-
lieved to be prior to 1870)
16. Magnolia Flower (n. d., published in un-
known newspaper, date unknown but believed
to be prior to 1870)
17. To Anna (dated December 1858, published
in Southern Statesman, date unknown)
And do you wander in the groves,
Of whispering pines on the sunny hills,
And do you weave bright garlands fair,
And leave them to fade by the sparkling rills?
Oh, could I wander hand in hand,
Dear Anna, with thee, in my childhood's home,
And breathe the sweet air of my native land,
Methinks I'de never more wish to roam.
There the roses surely bloom more bright,
And the streamlets glide more swiftly along,
While the light spray kisses the pebbles white,
As they wander away with their pleasant song.
Autauga, thy child dwells far away,
Her home is the land of the lonely star,
Yet her heart turns back by night and day
To dream of the home she has left afar.
And thy song, dear Anna, of birds and trees,
And flowers, and streams, in thy home so calm,
Are sweet to my heart as the gentle breeze
That is wafted from fragrant fields of balm.
18. To Anna (dated 1859, published in South-
ern Statesman, date unknown)
Anna, I thank thee, for 'twas kind
In thee to ask me home again;
It cannot be. I should but find
That pleasure would be mixed with pain.
I must not leave this glorious land
For which my father fought and bled,
When pressed by foes, the Texian band
Like freemen rose to conquest led.
But tell me Anna, near the grave
Where lies my grand-sire loved, though lost,
Still darkly do the Cedars wave
Like sentinels o'er sacred dust?
Oh I should miss the loving voice
Of her, who by his side shall rest,
Till called with Angels to rejoice
In songs of praise among the blest.
Another voice I'd miss that sung
With mine the merry songs of yore,
For oft at eve the welkin rung
With strains that he will sing no more.
That voice is stilled since last I trod
The land of which he loved to write;
He'll sleep 'neath Alabama's sod,
Till morn succeeds Death's lonely night.
So, Anna, urge me not to come
'Mid scenes that I have loved so well;
Though sweet to hear the old mill's hum,
Or roam with thee o'er hill and dale.
Though we should muse by rippling stream
O'er which the wild flowers idly bloom,
I'd only wake from that sweet dream
To weep o'er loved ones in their tomb.
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