Nesbitt Memorial Library Journal, Volume 9, Number 3, September, 1999 Page: 189
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The Writings of Fannie Amelia Dickson Darden
For childhood slept with glowing cheek,
Pillowed on breast of soft repose,
And dreamt such dreams of Santa Claus
As only wishing childhood knows,
So old he seems, but ever new
Fast speeding from his land of snows,
And youth has dreamed of happy love
With all its sweet ecstatic thrill,
Of gifts, which on the morrow's morn
Shall mutely every fond wish tell,
But greater power than Santa Claus
Shall any destined dream fulfill.
Oh hope! Oh love! on this glad morn
Which ushered in the Savior's birth,
There is a niche prepared for thee
In every heart, by every hearth,
Come now, and fill each heart with joy,
Come quickly, fill each home with mirth.
Our Christmas day has set, and night
With stately step, and pensive brow
Hath walked our earth, the vault above
With stars illuminated now;
Most gloriously with Heavenly light
Each constellation seems to glow.
Fond nature hath illumed the world
To celebrate the joyful hour
When Christ was born, and on our hearts
Her choicest benedictions pour,
So bright as if an angel hand
Were opening wide the heavenly door.
One lone star glowing in the West,
More bright than all, a type of one
Which led the wandering Magi where
Lay cradled low, God's only son,
Sheds magic rays and bids us bring
Our heart's best offerings to his throne.
Oh day of gladness! Night of joy;
Thus echoing down through many days,
Our hearts respond to that glad song
Which angel voices sang in praise;
And like the shepherds, so do we
Expectant to the heavens gaze.
69. Carrier 's Address (dated January 1, 1886,
published in Colorado Citizen, January 7,
1886, attributed to Darden by tradition, cred-
ited only to "a lady friend of the carrier")
70. A Valentine (dated February 14, 1886,
published in Colorado Citizen, February 18,
A scene of memory, seems to speak of thee;
It is an Island in a Summer sea,
Environed by a shelly beach and white,
While in its midst far reaching through the light
Which Heaven benignly sheds, the Church tower
Lifts up her cross towards the Summer sky.
Oh in this Island 'midst a Summer sea
What memories come speaking unto me,
What deep regrets, and yet one treasured thought
Speaks of a joy which came to me unsought,
Which put away, yet ever comes again
While my heart echoes back the sweet refrain.
This thought, my Island is a jewel rare
Circled by love's own band, so pure and fair,
Far from the noisy crowd it safely lies
Guarded by gentle seas, 'neath Summer skies
And the tall Church tower speaks of memories
We once have worshiped at the hour of prayer.
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