Nesbitt Memorial Library Journal, Volume 9, Number 3, September 1999 Page: 193
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The Writings of Fannie Amelia Dickson Darden
To rest, that gladly marched away
With that proud cavalcade.
And oft, again, we see thy ranks
In many a gallant fight,
While he whose noble name ye bore
Fell battling for the right.
Tom Green, whose name a golden vein
Through Texas' history streams,
On San Jacinto and on plains
Of Mexico it gleams.
Arizona-Galveston-
And where the lapping wave
On Louisiana's breast, drank up
The blood he freely gave.
As Ranger on our border land,
As patriot, pure and bright
Like him who bore "Excelsior"
He perished on the height.
But, memory, we close once more
The curtain of the past,
Our thoughts too sacred to forget,
But yet too sad to last.
Our proud defenders still ye are,
To battle for the right
On nobler fields, where wisdom leads
With shield and banner bright.
We greet thee now, while happy peace
Broods gently from above,
While softly blending blue and gray,
Springs from her nest the dove.
We greet with smiles and clapping hands
Our honored guests to-day,
Defenders of our lives and homes-
Our Soldiers once in gray.78. In Memory of Mrs. Fannie Steiner (pub-
lished in Colorado Citizen, August 23, 1888)
A few days past, and thou wert with us here,
Thy kindly voice was heard, thine eyes beamed
clear,
And in thy household shrine the love then gavest
Enhanced each pleasure, made each joy more
dear.
But now how changed, a pall of gloom is spread
O'er each bowed heart which longs for thee in
pain,
Thy children miss thee. Oh! that thou wert here
Mother, sweet mother! is the sad refrain.
But silence sends no answer to their cry,
Naught but the plaintive dove with saddening
moan,
As of a spirit sent to grieve on earth
And mingle sighs with human hearts that groan.
The sorrowing miss thee; seeking not thy own
But others' good, how oft thou camest to bless
With sympathetic heart at grief's sad cry,
Or ministering hand to poverty's distress.
And I will miss thee; through the changing years
How many tokens of thy kindly heart
Thou gavest to me, dear friend, into my life
This woof of memory forms a treasured part.
Though thou art gone fond memory pictures thee
As in thy life with kindliness full fraught,
Thou livest again with features lighted o'er
With love for all, thy motive power of thought.
79. To My Muse (published in Colorado Citi-
zen, November 8, 1888, with the sub-head-
ing: "In Answer to a Request to Write for a
Magazine ")193
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