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Two weeks ago a record assembly welcomed Dr. Hodges, of Rome, and this Sunday practically the entire Val- ley came to greet Rev. Culpepper. He had ministered to this congregation years ago and is held in sincerest love and respect.
Now come glad tidings indeed-Mr. Hightower is well and will preach our Easter sermon. The people are de- lighted and are planning for serious church work in future.
The Methodist Church has been do- ing double duty during this period and a feeling of neighborly (Chris- tian) good fellowship has resulted from a seeming affliction.
Despite the hard times, we of Ever- ett Springs have much to be grateful for in running up our blessings.
The farmers and their families are intensely interested in the Curb Mar- ket, and much earnest thought and dis- cussion are devoted to the project. But, on all sides objections are made to the plans of holding it indoors or on Broad street. There must be ample space for
A BATTLE TRENCH, thrown up by "Reb- els" or "Yanks" between Fort Jackson ( wa- terworks) and the old Seventh avenue cem- etery.
wagons to line up and for crowds to move freely among them. Just a hint to prove we are studying the field.
The school children are enjoying an egg hunt. Instead of daring Death by the consumption of untold quantities of hard-boiled eggs, the children have brought dozens of laid-fresh-today eggs that will be hidden in every conceivable nook and cranny of the big school yard. Then the hunt, and when un- covered again the children will form in line and march to the stores, where the eggs will be exchanged for candy, cakes, soda pop and chewing gum.
There is a new baby in the home of Mr. Hughes, a boy.
A big crowd enjoyed a sacred musi- cal at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Levi Hidler Sunday night.
Sidney Drew was here this week. His home is in St. Louis, Mo., but he comes every few weeks to inspect his large plantation. He is enthusiastic- ally welcomed, for his own sake prin- cipally, and then because his pay roll is large and real money accompanies him.
Cedartown. (Mar. 27. 1921)
Mrs. R. O. Pitts, Jr., and young son. Robt. III, have returned from a visit in Rome.
Mrs. W. O. Robinson, who has been visiting Mr. and Mrs. F. D. Noble, re- turned to her home in Anniston last Friday.
Mrs. Carl Pickett entertained infor- mally at a delightful luncheon on Fri- day. Covers were marked for Mrs. C. C. Bunn, Mrs. T. B. Munroe, Mrs. H. H. Hogg, Mrs. R. O. Pitts, Jr., Mrs. R. A. Adams.
Capt. J. A. Peek is the guest of his daughter, Mrs. C. R. Brown, in Atco.
Mr. and Mrs. Alonzo Richardson, of Atlanta, were the week-end guests of Mr. and Mrs. Chas. Adamson.
Guy Ritchie, of Commerce, was here over Sunday.
Chas. Adamson, Jr., and Liddell Tur- ner spent Wednesday in Rome.
Miss Frances Wood was home from Shorter College the first of the week.
The Kiwanis Club enjoyed their weekly luncheon held Friday at the Wayside Inn. Senator W. J. Harris, an honorary member, and Prof. J. C. Harris, of Cave Spring, made inter- esting talks.
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The members of the Cedartown Club are looking forward to the Fancy Dress Ball to be given on April 1. Prizes will be given for the best costumes. The judges have not been announced as yet.
Hon. L. S. Ledbetter has bought the Beasley place on College street and will begin remodeling it at an early date.
(Apr. 3, 1921)
Congressman Gordon Lee was here Friday morning en route to Newnan.
Miss Laura Belle Brewster, of Shor- ter College, is spending the week-end with relatives here.
Miss Rea King, of Atlanta, is the guest of her sister, Mrs. J. C. Porter.
Mr. and Mrs. F. D. Noble spent Thursday in Rome as the guests of Mr. and Mrs. Roy Berry.
Mr. and Mrs. Homer Watkins are remodeling their home on College street.
Miss Christine Smith, of England, who has been visiting her cousins, Dr. and Mrs. William Parker, left Satur- day for a visit to Mrs. W. H. Hall, in Yalaba, Fla.
The Fancy Dress Ball given at the Cedartown Club rooms Friday evening was one of the most enjoyable of the season. A number of pretty costumes were worn and many visitors from Rome, Cartersville and Atlanta added to the gaiety of the occasion.
Mrs. Edgar Stubbs, of Atlanta, and Mrs. Hal Bowie, of Rome, are expected to arrive Tuesday and be the guests of Mrs. A. W. Stubbs.
Mrs. C. C. Bunn returned Friday after a few days' visit to her mother, Mrs. Annie F. Johnson, in Rome.
Mrs. H. H. Hogg, Mrs. John Black- well, Mrs. R. O. Pitts, Jr., returned the last of the week after a short visit to relatives in Rome.
Mrs. O. D. Bartlett returned to Rome last Sunday after a visit to her parents, Mr. and Mrs. W. K. Fielder.
NOW SERVING GEORGIA IN CONGRESS.
Gordon Lee (left) represents the Seventh District in the House and Wm. J. Harris is Georgia's senior in the Senate. Mr. Lee is not a native Roman, but he is a brother of Mrs. Charlie Hight and has been such a frequent sojourner that his "adoption" is complete. Mr. Harris is a brother of Prof. J. C. Harris, and is a' Roman by virtue of the fact that as a boy he clerked several months at a grocery stone on Second Avenue. He went away and finally landed at the peak in Washington.
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W. K. Fielder spent Tuesday in An- niston.
J. W. Houseal, of Lindale, spent Sun- day here.
Summerville.
(May 2, 1921)
Miss Essie Martin spent the week- end with relatives in Broomtown Val- ley.
Miss Eleanor Wilson, of Cedar Bluff, Ala., is visiting her sister, Miss Fran- ces Wilson, who is critically ill.
Misses Mattie Green and Margaret Myers, who are teaching in the Lindale school, spent the week-end with their parents, Mr. and Mrs. G. T. Myers.
Miss Mary Cordle spent Sunday with Mrs. Bob McWhorter at Menlo.
Burrell Simmons spent Sunday in Trion with his sister, Miss Ethel Sim- mons.
Mr. and Mrs. C. Cleghorn and chil- dren spent Thursday in Rome.
Coosa. (Jan. 27, 1921)
Jake Hooker and Billie Spinks, of Atlanta, spent the week-end with Mr. and Mrs. Kinnie Vann.
MRS. NAOMI PRISCILLA BALE, Rome's beloved "Grandma Georgy," whose pen has made Romans venerate their town.
PALEMON J. KING. an old-fashioned school teacher who believed that spare rods meant spoiled children, and acted accordingly.
W. M. McCurry was visiting friends at Dalton Sunday.
William Wimbish and Martin D'Arcy, of Rome, were at Coosa Sat- urday on a hunting trip.
Mr. and Mrs. Ben Vann and chil- dren, of Bush Creek, were the guests Sunday of Mr. and Mrs. H. O. Wea- ver.
Arthur Lloyd is attending court in Rome this week.
Mr. and Mrs. Joe Lumpkin are ex- pected home from New Orleans Thurs- day, and will be with Cicero Evans for several days before going to their home in Virginia.
Mt. Alto. (Apr. 20, 1921)
The little child of Mr. and Mrs. Dock Alexander was badly burned Friday afternoon.
Mr. and Mrs. Johnie Salmon were the guests of Ed. Salmon and family at Armuchee, Sunday.
Miss Minnie Watson was the guest of Mrs. Ruth Salmon Thursday afternoon.
Grady Holland was in Rome Mon- day on business.
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A HOME ONCE VANN'S VALLEY'S PRIDE.
Cave Spring road residence built about 1840 by Gen. Jas. Hemphill, state senator and militia officer who helped remove the Indians. Gen. Hemphill sold it to Wm. Montgomery and moved to Mississippi in 1846. Note the unique entrance, entirely open, and the winding hardwood stairway; this arrangement has been changed. Ten large and beautiful cedars grace the front yard.
Misses Maud, Cora and Effie Holla- way were the pleasant guests of Miss Nola Alexander Sunday afternoon.
Wesley Dillard was at the home of B. F. Watson's, Sunday.
Lindale.
(Tribune-Herald, Dec. 25, 1920)
There will be no issue of The Trib- une-Herald tomorrow, therefore no pa- per can be delivered in Lindale.
Mrs. C. E. League left yesterday for a visit to her mother at Trion. She will be gone a week.
Mrs. C. Irby, of Kingston, after a brief visit to her daughter, Mrs. C. L. Bradley, returned home yesterday.
Mr. and Mrs. Seab Bryant and chil- dren, of Columbus, Ga., and Clifford Bryant, of Gordon, Ga., are guests of their parents, Mr. and Mrs. C. A. Bryant.
Mr. T. Mungall and daughter, Miss Martha Mungall, of Pell City, Ala., are guests of his son, A. W. Mungall, for the holidays.
Mrs. J. H. Anderson was removed from her home at 117 Park avenue yesterday to the Frances Berrien Hos- pital for treatment.
T. N. Holsomback, of Wyatt, La., was a recent guest of T. P. Fitzpat- rick.
Mrs. H. S. Clinton is seriously ill at her home in Boozeville.
Mr. and Mrs. C. E. Hayes, of Trion, are the guests of his mother, Mrs. G. S. Hayes, during the holidays.
Foster's Mill. (May 12, 1921)
The people of this place are busy farming.
There will be an all-day singing at Cedar Creek Baptist Church the sec- ond Sunday in June. Everybody is invited to come and bring well-filled baskets and spend the day.
Mrs. Berta McGhee spent last week with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. E. Vann, of near Cave Springs.
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A GEM IN NATURE'S FIRMAMENT.
Cave Spring is admitted by poets, writers and admirers everywhere to be one of the most beautiful spots in the United States. The views carry us to Woodstock Lake and the Episcopal church, with. both of which Dr. and Mrs. Theodosius Bartow and their son, Col. Francis S. Bartow, were connected; the Alexander Thornton Harper home; the ancient Baptist church, and the marvelous cave, from which gush nearly 3,500,000 gallons of crystal pure. water daily.
Mr. and Mrs. Sam Steed took dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Dan House Sun- day.
Rockmart.
(Mar. 22, 1921.
The farmers of this place are very busy turning their land for another crop.
Miss Marion Smith spent Thursday afternoon with Miss Mary Morgan.
Miss Mattie Lou Gann has been on the sick list but is better now.
Miss Jennie Bee Carter and Sam Finch are married.
Miss Zelma Allgood has returned to her home in Rockmart after spending a few days in Atlanta.
Miss Marie Carpenter is on the sick list now.
Armuchee.
(Tribune-Herald, Apr. 13, 1921)
Miss Annie Louise Rush was a charming hostess Wednesday evening when she entertained about forty of
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ONE OF ROME'S EARLY MAYORS AND HIS WIFE.
Nathan Yarbrough was mayor of Rome in 1852; some say he was the first mayor. At any rate, he wasn't satisfied, so after the war he was made sheriff. He was a short, red- headed man, and a terror to lawbreakers. He moved to Texas and eventually died there. His wife is shown by his side.
her friends in honor of her sixteenth birthday anniversary at the home of her sister, Mrs. Barnett Rice. Honeysuck- les and roses were used in an artistic effect as decorations. Music and games were the diversions of the evening and at a late hour an ice course was served. The many beautiful presents received denoted the popularity of the young hostess.
Rev. Mr. Stuart will preach at the Methodist Church Sunday morning at 11 o'clock and his subject is "Mother, Home and Heaven." Special music will be an enjoyable feature also. The mem- bers of both the Baptist churches as well as the Methodist are most cordially invited.
Mrs. Jabe Hendricks is the guest for a fortnight of her sister, Mrs. Seab Evans.
Mrs. W. G. Scoggin and Mrs. John W. Salmon were guests of Mrs. Seab Terry Saturday.
Mrs. George Shouse and sons, Willie and Tom, were guests of relatives near Trion Sunday.
Cave Spring.
(Tribune-Herald, Apr. 28, 1921)
The passing of the old Carroll home- stead, which was completely destroyed
by fire a few days ago, removes an- other link in the chain which bound the Cave Spring of the present to that other Cave Spring of ante-bellum days. In the olden days this splendid south- ern home was a noted center of social life and gaiety, sheltering dozens of guests in its large high ceiling rooms, with that hospitality known so well to the Old South.
During the past few years, since Mrs. John Hill, nee Miss Ann Carroll, took up her permanent residence in Atlanta, the place has had other occu- pants, but it was still owned by the family until last year. when it was pur- chased by Hearn Academy. At the time of the fire it was occupied by Rev. Mr. Harris and the family of a student minister.
The many friends of Harold Wil- liams will be very sorry to learn that he has not been improving satisfac- torily during the past few days. Mr. Williams has been critically ill with pneumonia.
The teachers of the Georgia School for the Deaf enjoyed a little outing at Woodstock Lake Tuesday afternoon.
Mrs. James Perry entertained a few friends at a bridge party Wednesday afternoon at her beautiful home, "Sun- shine."
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WHY CAVE SPRINGERS LOVE THEIR TOWN.
Daniel Webster once said of Dartmouth: "It is a small college, but there are those who love it !" Cave Spring is also small. The picture at the top is "Sunshine," built by Robt. Swain Perry, of Germantown, Pa., a descendant of Commodore Oliver H. Perry; Big Cedar Creek, Cave Spring branch, and Ben Watts' remarkable 11-year-old Babylonian willow are also presented.
Poetry
THE VALES OF ROME. By Frank L. Stanton. No cold and crumbling arches- The frolic of the Fates; No senatorial marches Through the lion-guarded gates; No Caesar's glittering legions, Whose eagles crown its dome, But Love, in Love's own regions,- The violet vales of Rome!
There rise the dark, blue mountains, Where clouds are fair and fleet; There leap the living fountains, There sing the rivers sweet! There morning breaks in showers Of light and silver foam, And from their airy towers Smile stormless stars on Rome!
And there gay birds are winging Their wild and wondrous flight; The splendid day dies singing A dream song to the night; And Love's sweet voices calling Love's weary wanderers home, In golden music falling Thrill all the vales of Rome.
That love which woos and wonders Far from the wreck and strife, Is echoed in the thunders And tempests of my life, And answers, "Love, I hear thee, O'er the seas of storm and foam; Thy lover's steps draw near thee, ----- Ring sweet, ye bells of Rome!"
RETROSPECTIVE. By Montgomery M. Folsom. I watch the sunshine slowly ebb Along the shores of day, And winter weaves a silver web On the hillsides far away. Above my head there shines afar Heaven's softly beaming eyes, But Oh, my God, I miss the star That illumed my paradise !
One summer morn when field and wood Were promiseful and green, Far off the blue Cohuttas stood, Oostanaula rolled between; On this same spot I met my love And held her hand in mine, And all the earth and heaven above O'erflowed with light divine!
In whispered accents breathed low I pledged my solemn vow; And would to heaven that she might know How much I miss her now!
I loved as few have loved with all Of heart's devotion free; She held my very soul in thrall, I knew that she loved me!
What recks the dull routine of life If wrong may Christ forgive? The joy is not worth half the strife To simply breathe and live! Poor erring creature, this my prayer, To heaven my only plea, That in that blissful region there My love may be with me!
"LOVE ME AND THE HAT IS THINE." By Frank L. Stanton.
Each eve she meets me at the gate- Her brow has roses on it; And for one kiss she gives me eight. (That means an Easter bonnet !)
Each dish that most delights my eyes The table has upon it; And "Dear, try this and this!" she cries. (That means an Easter bonnet!)
My slippers always are in sight, My smoking cap, I don it; She strokes my hair; "You're tired to- night!" (That means an Easter bonnet !)
Such kind attention! Never saw The like! Heaven's blessing on it; God praise both wife and mother-in- law ! (I'll BUY that Easter bonnet !)
UNDER THE SPELL OF SUMMER.
By Montgomery M. Folsom, in The Rome Tribune, About 1895. Sweet solitude Of field and wood,
Free from all worldly care and canker, On yon bright sky The light clouds lie
Like fair dream freighted ships at anchor.
And soon to sail With favoring gale To ports beyond the gates of even Where bloom the flowers And rise the towers Reflected in the sunset heaven.
The south wind sighs Low lullabies, The day seems fill'd with love unspok'n, And pours its balm
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CATHOLIC PARSONAGE, ONCE HOME OF MONTGOMERY M. FOLSOM.
Of summer calm In this sad heart so bruised and bro- ken!
Through arches green With summer sheen
Their gay festoons the wild vines wreathing In every breeze That stirs the trees
The still small voice of God is breath- ing!
Oh, love, if thou Wert with me now To add thy presence to my vision, My wondering eyes Might realize The poet's fondly dreamed Elysian!
Still incomplete This rare retreat Though all the arts of earth contended To add their grace Since in thy face All life and light and love are blended !
RUSTICATING.
I wish you could be out here with me for a day, dear.
It is so sweet and pleasant to be away from the busy din of the city.
The restful sighs of the summer wind among the trees and the show- ers of sunshine flood the weird trunks of the stately oaks.
Then there are birds and bees and blossoms, and all complete to fill the world with summer dreams.
It seems to me that if you were here I could dream away the hours in sweet content, but, alas! you are elsewhere.
There are four young mockingbirds here whom I have made friends with already.
I have asked them many things and in their way they have told me and they are very cheerful and comfort- ing.
Then out yonder where the orchard trees are fluttering their bannerets in the breezes, there is a royal singer.
And when she is at her best she re- minds me of you.
There are nooks and corners among the somber cedars and the waving altheas, crimson and purple with bloom, like the refined hues of an old maid's cheek, and I have counted half a dozen sorts of birds that join in the most delightful melodies at sundown time.
You know I never see the sun set in glory upon the western hills but I think of you.
I saw a brown thrush slipping along the Cherokee rose hedge today-the sly old poacher-and as I attempted to get a better view, a drab-colored cedar bird with shining eyes fluttered up from the path and accosted me pet- ulantly.
But they will soon know me better and then they will permit me to pass
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unheeded, knowing that I would not harm them for worlds.
I have been sitting out on the green grass, all alone, watching the sun go down beyond the ranges of old Lav- ender.
Oh, how gloriously beautiful is the prospect. The amethystine dyes of the bright blue heavens are blended with the purple hues of the distant peaks, and God's own sunshine enriches the landscape and the changeful clouds afloat in seas of splendor indescribable.
I have been so weak and ill that I have almost lost heart. "Cerebro-Spi- nal," the doctors call it, but it comes nearer being heart break.
Rest was never sweeter to me than it has been here. In the songs of the soothing winds it seems to me that I can hear the still, small voice of God bidding me look up and be brave and strong to endure.
You have often chided me gently, dear, for being so weak and despond- ent, but you never realized how fierce was the battle that raged within me.
For your sake I have accomplished many things, and the same holy inspi- ration shall bear my spirit up until I stand upon the shore of yon myste- rious river.
Work is restful when it is not filled with anxiety and foreboding.
It is the worry that kills. When you know that your strength is failing and your labor accumulating, then is when despondency and gloom overwhelm the soul.
MY MOTHER IN HEAVEN. By Montgomery M. Folsom. (Republished by request of a Tribune reader.)
Shines the green upon the willow And the sheen upon the billow
SZAM
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The late Joel Chandler Harris ("Uncle Remus") once went unannounced to Romel to see his friend Grady. He was directed by the office boy to the circus, where he found Mr. Grady riding a "flying Jenny." The ride over, the young scribe rushed to Mr. Harris and embraced him fondly.
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With the limning of the rainbow on the spray, Now amid life's dark afflictions Come the cheering benedictions Of thy spirit up in Heaven far away.
Unrelenting gales have driven This frail bark from out the haven Where 'twas sheltered when the dark- ness fell that day, Yet among the shadows groping I am seeking thee and hoping For thy welcome up in Heaven far away.
Nevermore shall feet unheeding Trample on the heart that's bleeding When the sunburst of that presence sheds its ray On the path that I have trodden, With salt views of sorrows sodden And I reach that restful Heaven far away.
Well thou kennest every weakness Of my heart, the dreary bleakness Of my life and anguish stricken as I pray. Every tear-bedimmed confession Through thy blessed intercession Reaches Him who reigns in Heaven far away.
THE TWO GATES. By G. S. Kinard.
In the far away east is a beautiful gate;
We call it the gate of the morn;
It opens, and through it, in royal estate, Comes the king of the day just born.
In the far away west is a beautiful gate;
We call it the gate of the eve;
It opens, and through it, 'mid shadows of fate.
The king of the day takes his leave. Both gates, far away in the east and the west,
Are closed by the goddess of night; Above them she hovers, with star- sprinkled breast,
'Mid the stars with their twinkling light.
And the starlets are saying, to comfort our hearts:
"The king of the day still lives;
From his course through the gates he never departs ; We shine with the light that he gives !"
As pilgrims, we pass on our way, like the sun;
We enter the morn-gate at birth,
Go out by the eve-gate at death, and are done
With the course of our life on the earth.
But the gates are not closed by the god- dess of night
That sits at the end of the way; They are shut by the hand of an angel of light, And he leads to the perfect day.
ODE TO BIG SHANTY (Kennesaw.)
By an anonymous writer, probably Chas. H. Smith, in The Rome Tri- Weekly Courier, Feb. 9, 1860. Writ- ten in memory of a half dollar in- vested-and lost.
All hail to ye, Big Shanty, hail! Ye offspring of the big Black Cat! Ye eminent appintment of Spikey John, By and with the advice and consent of Joe, the Senate !
How ye did kill up "Fletcher" And shake the dew drops off of
Dr. Thompson's mane !
How ye doth git a half dollar
With an eagle on it, and give a pas- senger
No chicken back!
Oh, whar did ye hatch that little shanty What's nursed by Mr. Hilburn;
And will the progeny be like its great ancestor?
Whar did ye git that kind of tabel cloth
What lasts so long without washin'? It may be water's scarce, and soap In yore free-stone country. Whar did ye buy yore ice To put around yore coffy pot And keep yore coffy cold?
Oh, whar, tell me whar, has yore Kal- orie gone
When I tuck supper with ye?
Oh, hail, Big Shanty, hail agin! Could ye tell me whar ye buy sich strong kologne 'To odorize them darkies what hands Them sassengers unto the passengers!
Did ye import your knives and forks from Greece;
What makes their handles greasy? And tell us whar ye got yore Yelefant What steps on pies and things (pizen things) And makes 'em so flat!
Ye object of commiseration ! Ye stationary beggar ! What great misfortune did befall
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That so many people daily does give Yer a half dollar out of charity?
Maybe ye was shipwrecked Or maybe old Versuvious Run down its red hot gravy Upon yore little town ! Or maybe ye was gored by the Pope's bull
In Italy or some such like!
Great Big Shanty, ye state institu- shoon Ye publik work, ye metropolitan hotel! Ye speculator upon appetite ! In yer brief history Does ye ever remember to have fed the same man twice? If so, alas! for Paradise was never made for fools !
OOSTANAULA, WHISPERING WATER. By Elinor Van Dozier Allen. Oostanaula, whispering water, As upon your brink I stand, Comes the gentle murmur, murmur Of your lapping on the sand, Come the lisping, whispering voices, Where your ripples kiss the land.
Oostanaula, whispering water, What is this you speak so low? Where the willows gently quiver, And the water lilies grow, Where the sun and shadows mingle As you softly, softly flow?
Oostanaula, whispering water, Did you catch the morning breeze Where the throstle sings his love-song To his mate among the trees? Did you hear the droning work-song Of the honey-gathering bees?
Up and down the hills and valleys, Where the waters dash and roar, Have you heard the mountain folk- songs Echo back, and yearn for more- Heart-songs of the lads and lassies, Home-songs loved in days of yore?
Oostanaula, whispering water, In the years of long ago Did some Indian maiden linger Where the muscadine does grow; Did you hear her swarthy lover Calling to her soft and low?
Oostanaula, whispering water, You have heard them every one, Heard the songs of love and gladness, Where your silver waters run; And you'll bear them on your bosom 'Till your earthly course is done!
OOSTANAULA .* By Lollie Belle Wylie.
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