THE GOLDEN WEDDING OF STERLING AND SARAH LANIER, SEPTEMBER 27, 1868. BY THE ELDEST GRANDSON. A RAINBOW span of fifty years, Finds end in a golden hour to-day. Ah, you to our childhood the legend told, Gold crushed from the quartz of a crystal life, Gold that the miser will not have, Gold that the patient and the brave Amass, neglecting praise and blame. 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 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 Behold how true, true love appears True gold for your Golden Wedding day!" MACON, GEORGIA, September, 1868. 1 STRANGE JOKES. WELL: Death is a huge omnivorous Toad He curseth all who upward glance Once in a whimsey mood he sat And so he toadied Adam's wife There, in the dew. O dainty dew, O morning dew That gleamed in the world's first dawn, did you Give lair and rest To him who toadwise sits and croaks Who fears the hungry Toad? Not I! The German still, when one is dead, But, pilgrims, Christ will walk ahead MACON, GEORGIA, July, 1867. NIRVÂNA. THROUGH seas of dreams and seas of phantasies, Oh long ago the billow-flow of sense, By waves swept on, I learned to ride the waves. And once I clomb a mountain's stony crown And stood, and smiled no smile and frowned no frown Sunrise and noon and sunset and strange night The silence ground my soul keen like a spear. I slew gross bodies of old ethnic hates That stirred long race-wars betwixt States and States. I stood and scorned these foolish dead debates, Calmly, calmly, Nirvana. I smote away the filmy base of Caste. I thrust through antique blood and riches vast, Then all fair types, of form and sound and hue, And all outrageous ugliness of time, High on the topmost thrilling of the surge I saw two lovers sitting on a star. He kissed her lip, she kissed his battle-scar. And never a king but had some king above, Saw I on earth, Nirvâna. |