Nesbitt Memorial Library Journal, Volume 9, Number 3, September, 1999 Page: 183
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The Writings of Fannie Amelia Dickson Darden
Poising 'mid zephyrs his airy wing bright,
There shall the soft sighing breezes awake
Their harps of the wind, breathing low for my
The sun shall at morn shed his golden light there,
At evening the dew, in her robe light and fair,
Shall moisten with tear drops the flowers, and
O'er the sod which so faithfully guards my last
Yes, there where in hope, I shall waiting repose,
Plant tenderly o'er me the wild flower and rose.
40. Prairie Flowers (dated April 1883, pub-
lished in Colorado Citizen, April 12, 1883)
51. To Whom I Brought the Lilies (dated July
1, 1883, published in Colorado Citizen, July
52. Mother Hubbard (dated July 7, 1883, pub-
lished in Texas Prairie Flower, vol. 2, no. 4,
October 1883, p. 177)
53. Loved Texas (dated July 1883, published
in Colorado Citizen, July 26, 1883)
Why do I love thee, thou beautiful land?
Is it because of thy features so grand?
Is it because of thy beauty so rare?
Majestic and regal, though gentle and fair,
For these do I love thee, oh! beautiful land!
Where sweeps the wild wave on thy silvery
Where roll the red hills on thy glorious breast
As the sun's waking smile greets thee far in the
To the rivers that flow with their emerald tide
Amid forest, and hill, and through green prairies
When the red Rio Grande flows swiftly and
Where the mountains stand wrapped in their tis-
Thou art mine! for my father his willing sword
When to save thee from tyrants he stood with
Who gave thee to freedom, the Texian band;
And for these do I love thee, oh glorious land!
Bright Texas, my home by the ocean breeze
But I love thee still more for the hallowed dust
Which I laid 'mid tears on the cherishing breast.
Because it was here I once looked on the smile
Of love that was pure, of hearts without guile;
I love thee because of each gentle kind hand
Which came to my aid, and which helped me to
When the night on my desolate spirit drooped
And the fell lightning came with its quick crush-
And I love thee, that still in affliction's dark wave
I may cling to the "One who is mighty to save,"
Here I cling to the cross, e'en though over my
Still sweeps the wild wave, with its troublous roll
Here I wait for the time that shall bring me to
In loving repose on thy beautiful breast.
54. The Spirit of Poesy (dated August 1883,
published in Colorado Citizen, August 9, 1883)
Thou comest to me with zephyr low and sweet
Sighing amid the boughs so lightly waving
Around my cottage porch, whose light wing fleet
That from the bosom of old ocean heaving
Rose fair, fresh freighted with new life, to bring
Here’s what’s next.
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