SONG FOR "THE JACQUERIE." MAY the maiden, Violet-laden Out of the violet sea, Comes and hovers Over lovers, Over thee, Marie, and me, Over me and thee. Day the stately, Sunken lately Into the violet sea, Backward hovers Over lovers, Over thee, Marie, and me, Over me and thee. Night the holy, Sailing slowly Over the violet sea, Stars uncovers Over lovers, Stars for thee, Marie, and me, Stars for me and thee. MACON, GEORGIA, 1868. SONG FOR "THE JACQUERIE.” BETRAYAL. THE sun has kissed the violet sea, And burned the violet to a rose. O Sea! wouldst thou not better be Mere violet still? Who knows? who knows? Well hides the violet in the wood : The dead leaf wrinkles her a hood, The sun has burnt the rose-red sea : The sun is brave, the sun is bright, MACON, GEORGIA, 1868. Ah me! (All) (All) (All) (All.) (All) (All.) SONG FOR "THE JACQUERIE." THE hound was cuffed, the hound was kicked, The hound into his kennel crept; He rarely wept, he never slept. His mouth he always open kept Licking his bitter wound, U-lu-lo, howled the hound. A star upon his kennel shone That showed the hound a meat-bare bone. O hungry was the hound! The hound had but a churlish wit. He seized the bone, he crunched, he bit. “An thou wert Master, I had slit Thy throat with a huge wound,” Quo' hound. O, angry was the hound. The star in castle-window shone, Oh ho, why not? quo' hound. He leapt, he seized the throat, he tore Good hound! U-lu-lo, howled the hound. MACON, GEORGIA, 1868. THE GOLDEN WEDDING OF STERLING AND SARAH LANIER, SEPTEMBER 27, 1868. BY THE ELDEST GRANDSON. A RAINBOW span of fifty years, In blue for hopes and red for fears, Finds end in a golden hour to-day. Ah, you to our childhood the legend told, "At the end of the rainbow lies the gold," And now in our thrilling hearts we hold The gold that never will pass away. Gold crushed from the quartz of a crystal life, Gold hammered with blows of human strife, Gold burnt in the love of man and wife, Till it is pure as the very flame : Gold that the miser will not have, Gold that the patient and the brave O golden hour that caps the time Since, heart to heart like rhyme to rhyme, With a most piquant silver tongue. O golden day,—a golden crown For the kingly heads that bowed not down Except the smile and frown of Heaven! Old parents of a restless race, You miss full many a bonny face That would have smiled a filial grace Around your Golden Wedding wine. And call you blessed while they shine. So, drop the tear and dry the eyes. Here's golden wine: young, old, arise : With cups as full as our souls, we say : "Two Hearts, that wrought with smiles through tears This rainbow span of fifty years, Behold how true, true love appears True gold for your Golden Wedding day!' MACON, GEORGIA, September, 1868. |