Nesbitt Memorial Library Journal, Volume 9, Number 3, September, 1999 Page: 185
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The Writings of Fannie Amelia Dickson Darden
60. "Peas Upon a Trencher" (published in
Texas Prairie Flower, vol. 2, no. 8, February
I was asked to write a poem, but the subject-
could you guess it?
'Twas a grey-haired man who asked it, but I
scarcely can confess it;
'Twas on peas-the black-eyed, corn-field peas
and poetry commingled;
Was it strange that indignation to my very fin-
"Oh, by all means write upon it," said my hus-
band quite sarcastic,
As he beat upon the table with his fingers light
"Fancy's self shall come to aid you with rich
As he spoke he still kept beating all the time a
Tapping lightly like the drum-beats, when our
banner waving o'er him;
(The Southern cross, which proudly led) to the
battle's front he bore him.
"Is it reveille, or tattoo?" I suggested at a ven-
"Neither reveille, or tattoo, but it's "peas upon
a trencher. "
Simple words of magic power, like Arabian wand
Bearing thoughts with floating pinions to far
scenes with memories haunted--
To Virginia, midst whose mountains, by
Potomac's rushing water,
Shrieks the ravenous fiend of battle o'er its dark
and bloody slaughter.
Fair Virginia! noblest daughter which heroic fa-
thers gave us;
Midst thy valleys and blue mountains seeks the
foeman to enslave us.
Years have come, and slowly vanished, while
we've struggled, hoping ever,
With our hearts resolved to hold thee, and to yield
thee never, never!
Yield our country!-sacred memories would
arise to mock and haunt us,
Should a patient bosom falter, or the foeman's
legions daunt us.
Oh, Virginia! thou art grand in mountains, vales
and sunny waters,
But nobler in thy wealth of gallant sons and vir-
Years have witnessed our brave struggle, as our
brothers fell around us,
With our faces to the foe, and want following
fast behind us;
And when famine pressed us sore it was only,
What, when noon-day came, the drum would beat
to "peas upon the trencher"-
To "peas, the black-eyed, cornfield," vain our
pride, oh weak endeavor,
To tell of nature's work from human vision hid-
The germ of life within the seed, the leaf, the
bud, the flower,
The feeding root-the whole built up by one All-
Oh, foolish pride, bow low thy head; the plant
which God created,
Each part integral with a life mysterious animated,
All things in nature, howsoe'er their high or lowly
Is worthy of our noblest thought or earnest con-
61. Wayside Flowers (dated June 1884, pub-
lished in Colorado Citizen, June 26, 1884)
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