Nesbitt Memorial Library Journal, Volume 9, Number 3, September, 1999 Page: 181
The following text was automatically extracted from the image on this page using optical character recognition software:
The Writings of Fannie Amelia Dickson Darden
So diminished in size, that it seems but a brook,
While all objects below from my airy outlook
Seem dwarfed as we pass them, in swift loco-
And now o'er the broad spreading prairie we
And the free spirit feels that 'twere joy to abide
Near its verdant expanse, where the grass lightly
Seems like billowy waves, which now sink, and
As the soft southern breeze with Eolian sighs
Tells its tales of the sea and its moan never end-
And the echoes which wake to my engine's shrill
In the shadowy past, were not roused from their
Only when at long intervals wildly and madden-
The war whoop of Indians startled the plain,
Or the cry of the ravenous wolf o'er its slain
Or the song of the whipperwill plaintive and sad-
But I see in the distance the faint blue outline
Of a wood on the edge of a stream serpentine
We must cross, and the culvert has need of re-
Be alert, then, each sense of thy sovereign the
For the safety of those who are borne on the
Has more need of the skill, than the soul's deep-
For our freight is more precious than gems of
For 'tis human, and deep in some heart's sacred
Each hath holiest keeping; I saw ere we parted
Many phases of character opened to view,
The grave and the gay, the perfidious and true,
And the soul melting anguish of some when they
And for me, there'll be waiting at soft even tide
One I love, and I deem her, my own cherished
The fairest whom beauty delighted in gracing;
Come, I'll put on all speed, now the danger is
And we'll shame the wild deer, who with looks
Never thought to have been so out-rivalled in
47. In Loving Memory of Mrs. M J. Young,
of Houston, Texas (dated February 13, 1883,
published in Colorado Citizen, March 8, 1883,
with sub-heading: "Thoughts are heard in
heaven, " reprinted in Texas Prairie Flower,
vol. 3, no. 3, September 1884. Matilda Jane
Young, who, after she was left a widow when
in her early twenties, began producing po-
etry, fiction, and essays, and who, like
Darden, maintained a romantic attachment to
the Confederacy long after its defeat, died
on April 15, 1882.)
I seek to write of thee, my beauteous Jane,
But words abashed would turn, nor strive to tell
Thy varied charms, where lined as in a chain
Beauty and intellect abiding dwell.
Supreme in each, and gladly brightened oft
With that transcendent light of love which makes
E'en homeliness a beauty, brilliant, soft
Like the auroral light which evening wakes.
I could not write ere this of thee, my friend,
Because too tender are the thoughts that rise
Within my heart, too sacred to be penned,
And then to meet the gaze of careless eyes.
Here’s what’s next.
This issue can be searched. Note: Results may vary based on the legibility of text within the document.
Matching Search ResultsView 39 pages within this issue that match your search.
Citing and Sharing
Basic information for referencing this web page. We also provide extended guidance on usage rights, references, copying or embedding.
Reference the current page of this Periodical.
Nesbitt Memorial Library. Nesbitt Memorial Library Journal, Volume 9, Number 3, September, 1999, periodical, September 1999; Columbus, Texas. (texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth151407/m1/53/?q=nesbitt%20memorial%20library%20journal: accessed June 26, 2017), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Nesbitt Memorial Library.