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Title: A history of Rome and Floyd County, State of Georgia, United States of America; including numerous incidents of more than local interest, 1540-1922
Year: 1922 (1920s)
Authors: Battey, George Magruder, 1887-1965
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Publisher: Atlanta, Webb and Vary Co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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half hidingPeep at the blushing dawn; When the Lord of day comes stridingThrough crimson curtains drawn. How can ye bloom so blithelyAmid this groan and grind? How can you float so lithelyIn this cold close confined? No humming birds shall kiss you On flashing wings aglide;The western winds will miss you When falls the eventide.Pale prisoners! In wonder Ye gaze through darkened barsFrom life and light asunder; Wan wraiths of fallen stars! THE GRASSHOPPERS REVENGE.News Item.—A St. Louis paper saysthe grasshoppers have eaten up theentire tobacco crop of Franklin county,Missouri, and the last that was heardfrom them they were seated on thestreet corners, begging every man thatpassed for a chew.—Rome Tri-WeeklyCourier, 1860. A locust with a gauzy wing,Orthopterous and full of vim. Met sad mishap one summer day—A man with quid spat juice on him! Enraged, the locust flew ahead And spat right in the bad mans eye, Then perched upon a limb and yelled,You may can squirt, but vou cantfly!
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578 A History of Rome and Floyd County JOHN WISDOMS RIDE.By George M. Battey, Jr. Listen, O, Romans, and you shall hearOf a midnight ride—not Paul Revere—But John H. Wisdom, Roman true;Theres scarce a poet who dares to doHim justice on this mundane sphere! He yelled to a friend, The Yankees marchFrom Gadsden; Rome to take by night!My steed is old, my throat does parch,But I will bear the beacon lightThat all the countryside may seeWhat dangers lurking near there be;Ill sound the note of shrill alarmFrom town to town and farm to farm,That Rome and all may up and arm! Then said adieu to Coosas shoreAnd whipped his charger more and more,Till buggy creaked and jerked alongLike unpoetic, mournful song;Hokes Bluff he passed with piercing shout.At Gnatville horses strength gave out.And handsome Widow Hanks did poutAt lending pony young and small,To take John on to Goshen Hall.

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