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Title: Tales of early love. To sweethearts, wife, mother, native land, church, God
Year: 1892 (1890s)
Authors: (Welburn, Drummond), b. 1818. (from old catalog)
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Publisher: Nashville, Tenn., Printed for the author, Publishing house of the M. E. church, South
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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s his waves Pay homage at her feet, and makes the earth, The waters, and the air bring grandest gifts To lavish on the object of his love. In this unequaled home of oceans bride Six generations of your ancestors Have lived, have loved, have worshiped, and been blest. SUNRISE AT THE FALLS OF THE OHIO. Respectfully Inscribed to My Artist Friend, J. W. C. TwAS in my daydreams fantasy Wealth, happiness, and fameCrowned one who wears most worthily An honored fathers name.He left his downy couch at dawn To sketch a sunrise view,And by the misty light of morn Its shadwy outlines drew,As, standing on a lofty height, A maiden by his sideFilled pla3^ful children with delight All garlanded in pride.Then tenants of the pasture came To greet their human friends,Each with an honest, rightful claim To gifts our Father sends.The little ones right merrily Their fleecy guests embraced;Eound ponys neck in girlish glee The maidens arms were placed.The artist from his easel turned To see the petted brute.
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That glowing flush illumed the floods.The valleys, and the plains. (52) SELECTED POEMS. 53 Yet, though his heart with envy burned, His tongue and lips were mute;For through the morning mists afar He saw the grass-grown hillsThat, ere an elemental war Had freed th imprisoned rills.Inclosed a prehistoric lake With beauteous isles bedecked;But Titan hands with rending quake Had Muldroughs mountain wrecked,Dug out a channel for the streams, And set the waters freeTo sparkle in the suns bright beams, Unfettered toward the sea.He gazed until the sky had smiled Away its look of gloom,And blushed with beauty that beguiled Dull darkness to his doom.That glowing flush illumed the floods, The valleys, and the plains.And waked the warblers of the woods To sing their sweetest strains;Made iron tracks of commerce seem Like massive bars of gold.Oer which with lightnings speed and gleam, Trades thundring chariots rolled.The bridges stretched their giant arms Across the shining stream.Clothed in reful

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