<h2>February</h2>
<p>TAMPA ROBINS</p>
<p class="poem">
The robin laughed in the orange-tree:<br/>
“Ho, windy North, a fig for thee:<br/>
While breasts are red and wings are bold<br/>
And green trees wave us globes of gold,<br/>
Time’s scythe shall reap but bliss for me—<br/>
Sunlight, song, and the orange-tree....<br/>
<br/>
“I’ll south with the sun, and keep my clime;<br/>
My wing is king of the summer-time;<br/>
My breast to the sun his torch shall hold;<br/>
And I’ll call down through the green and gold<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Time, take thy scythe, reap bliss for me,</i></span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Bestir thee under the orange-tree</i>.”</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 14em;"><span class="smcap">Sidney Lanier</span></span><br/></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>February First</strong></big></p>
<p>The Emperor of France made him Commander of the Legion of Honor; The
Emperor of Russia, Knight of the Order of St. Ann; the King of Denmark,
Knight of the Dannebrog; the King of Portugal, Knight of the Tower and
Sword; the King of Belgium, Knight of the Order of St. Leopold;
simultaneously with Tennyson, he was awarded an LL.D. by the University of
Cambridge, England; he received honorary membership from a score of the
world’s leading societies of science and scholarship; the Pope conferred
upon him a noteworthy testimonial; the Emperor of Mexico gave him a
decoration; and Prussia, Austria, Sweden, Holland, Sardinia, Bremen, and
France struck medals in his honor as the greatest scientist of the New
World, and the peer of any in the Old.</p>
<p>The government of his own country, says Professor Francis H. Smith, has
“carefully omitted his name in official records of the departments he
created”; nor is it even given a place among the many inscribed in the
mighty mosaic of our National Library.</p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>Matthew Fontaine Maury dies at Lexington, Va., 1873</i></p>
<p><i>Texas secedes, 1861</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>February Second</strong></big></p>
<p>MAURY’S LAST WISH</p>
<p class="poem">
“Home—bear me home, at last,” he said,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">“And lay me where my dead are lying,</span><br/>
But not while skies are overspread,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And mournful wintry winds are sighing.</span><br/>
<br/>
“When the sky, the air, the grass,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sweet Nature all, is glad and tender,</span><br/>
Then bear me through ‘The Goshen Pass’<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Amid its flush of May-day splendor.”</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 14em;"><span class="smcap">Margaret J. Preston</span></span><br/></p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p><big><strong>February Third</strong></big></p>
<p class="poem">
Snow! Snow! Snow!<br/>
Do thy worst, Winter, but know, but know<br/>
That, when the Spring cometh, a blossom shall blow<br/>
From the heart of the Poet that sleeps below,<br/>
And his name to the ends of the earth shall go,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In spite of the snow!</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 14em;"><span class="smcap">John B. Tabb</span></span><br/></p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;">(<i>In welcoming “The Forthcoming Volume” of the poems of his fellow
soldier, fellow patriot, and fellow artist</i>, <small>SIDNEY LANIER</small>)</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>Sidney Lanier born, 1842</i></p>
<p><i>Albert Sidney Johnston born, 1803</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>February Fourth</strong></big></p>
<p>What a beneficent provision of the Creator it was, to roll our little
planet but one side at a time next the sun, that while one half of the
world fretted and stormed and sinned, the other half might repent and
sleep.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">William Alexander Carruthers</span></span></p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p><big><strong>February Fifth</strong></big></p>
<p>MAURY</p>
<p class="poem">
The stars had secrets for him; seas<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Revealed the depths their waves were screening;</span><br/>
The winds gave up their mysteries;<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The tidal flows confessed their meaning.</span><br/>
<br/>
Of ocean paths, the tangled clew<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He taught the nations to unravel;</span><br/>
And showed the track where safely through<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The lightning-footed thought might travel.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 14em;"><span class="smcap">Margaret J. Preston</span></span><br/></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>February Sixth</strong></big></p>
<p><span class="smcap">General John B. Gordon</span></p>
<p class="poem">
Patriot, soldier, statesman,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Prince of the race of men;</span><br/>
Cypress and rue for his passing,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Laurel for sword and pen.</span><br/>
<br/>
Dust for the hand that wrought;<br/>
But for the lessons taught<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Life without end.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 10em;"><span class="smcap">Ida Slocomb Matthews</span></span><br/></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>John B. Gordon born, 1832</i></p>
<p><i>John Pegram killed near Hatcher’s Run, 1865</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p><big><strong>February Seventh</strong></big></p>
<p>And there’s Joe—my bully Joe—wouldn’t I walk ten miles of a rainy night
to see them hazel eyes, and feel the grip of his soldier hand? Didn’t my
rooster always clap his wings and crow whenever he passed our quarters?
“Instinct told him that he was the true prince,” and it would make anybody
brave to be nigh him.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Major Charles H. Smith</span></span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 4em;">(<i>Bill Arp</i>)</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>Joseph E. Johnston born, 1807</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>February Eighth</strong></big></p>
<p class="poem">
Hath not the morning dawned with added light?<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And shall not the evening call another star</span><br/>
Out of the infinite regions of the night,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To mark this day in Heaven? At last, we are</span><br/>
A nation among nations; and the world<br/>
Shall soon behold in many a distant port<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Another flag unfurled!</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 14em;"><span class="smcap">Henry Timrod</span></span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 16em;">(<i>Ethnogenesis</i>)</span><br/></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>Southern Confederacy begins to assume definite form in a league of seven
Southern States, 1861</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p><big><strong>February Ninth</strong></big></p>
<p>The great change wrought by the States in resuming their sovereignty, and
in forming the Confederate States Government, was attended by no anarchy,
no rebellion, no suspension of authority, no social disorders, no lawless
disturbances. Sovereignty was not, for one moment, in suspension.
Conservatism marked every proceeding and public act. The object was to do
what was necessary and no more; and to do that with the utmost temperance
and prudence.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">J. L. M. Curry</span></span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>William H. Harrison born, 1773</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>February Tenth</strong></big></p>
<p>You say we shall submit to your construction. We shall do it, if you can
make us; but not otherwise, or in any other manner. That is settled. You
may call it secession, or you may call it revolution; but there is a big
fact standing before you, ready to oppose you. That fact is freemen with
arms in their hands. The cry of the Union will not disperse them; we have
passed that point. They demand equal rights; you had better heed the
demand.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Robert Toombs</span></span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 4em;">(<i>Farewell Address in the United States Senate</i>)</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>February Eleventh</strong></big></p>
<p>Equality does not exist between blacks and whites. The one race is
inferior in many respects, physically and mentally, to the other. This
should be received as a fixed invincible fact in all dealings with the
subject.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Alexander H. Stephens</span></span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 4em;">(<i>Vice-President of the Confederacy</i>)</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p>I will say in addition to this that there is a physical difference between
the white and black races which I believe will forever forbid the two
races living together on terms of social and political equality.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Abraham Lincoln</span></span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 4em;">(<i>President of the United States</i>)</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>Alexander H. Stephens born in Georgia, 1812</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>February Twelfth</strong></big></p>
<p>Those who would shiver into fragments the Union of these States, tear to
tatters its now venerated constitution, and even burn the last copy of the
Bible, rather than slavery should continue a single hour, together with
all their more halting sympathizers, have received, and are receiving
their just execration; and the name and opinion and influence of Mr. Clay
are fully and, as I trust, effectually and enduringly arrayed against
them.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Abraham Lincoln</span></span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 4em;">(<i>Eulogy on Clay, 1852</i>)</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p>The abolitionists were always the fiercest opponents of colonization. The
practical improvement of the negro, in his native country, did not suit
them so well as the impracticable idea of equalizing black men with white
in a strange land.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">George Lunt</span></span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 4em;">(Massachusetts)</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>Abraham Lincoln born in Kentucky, 1809</i></p>
<p><i>Gradual emancipation of slaves discussed at Maysville, Ky., 1849</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>February Thirteenth</strong></big></p>
<p>SAINT VALENTINE’S EVE</p>
<p class="poem">
Thou wouldst be loved? then let thy heart<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From its present pathway part not;</span><br/>
Being everything which now thou art,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Be nothing which thou art not.</span><br/>
So with the world thy gentle ways,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy grace, thy more than beauty,</span><br/>
Shall be an endless theme of praise,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And love a simple duty.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 12em;"><span class="smcap">Edgar Allan Poe</span></span><br/></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>Florida admitted to the Union, 1845</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p><big><strong>February Fourteenth</strong></big></p>
<p>A Northern Tribute to the College of Jefferson, Monroe, Tyler, and Marshall</p>
<p>As a matter of comparison we have lately read that from William and Mary
College, Virginia, thirty-two out of thirty-five professors and
instructors abandoned the college work and joined the army in the field.
Harvard College sent one professor from its large corps of professors and
instructors.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">General Charles A. Whittier</span></span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 4em;">(Massachusetts)</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>The charter of William and Mary College granted, 1693</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>February Fifteenth</strong></big></p>
<p>DETERMINING THE RESPONSIBILITY OF THE NEW BOARDER</p>
<p>“I will illustrate by an incident,” said Mrs. Paynter.</p>
<p>“As I say, this young man spends his entire time in his room, where he is,
I believe, engaged in writing a book.”</p>
<p>“Oh, me! Then he’s penniless, depend upon it!”</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Henry Sydnor Harrison</span></span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 4em;">(<i>Queed</i>)</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>Cyrus Hall McCormick born, 1809</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p><big><strong>February Sixteenth</strong></big></p>
<p>A chicken that had done duty at a previous repast was set before the Rev.
Scervant Jones, the first Baptist preacher of Williamsburg, Virginia, at
the tavern of a Mr. Howl. Upon which the Reverend gentleman pronounced the
following blessing:</p>
<p class="poem">
“Good Lord of love<br/>
Look down from above,<br/>
And bless the ’Owl<br/>
Who ate this fowl<br/>
And left these bones<br/>
For Scervant Jones.”<br/></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>Fort Donelson surrenders, 1862</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>February Seventeenth</strong></big></p>
<p>A NORTHERN VIEW</p>
<p>* * * It was the most monstrous barbarity of the barbarous march. There is
no reason to think that General Sherman knew anything of the purpose to
burn the city, which had been freely talked about among the soldiers
through the afternoon. But there is reason to think that he knew well
enough who did it, that he never rebuked it, and made no effort to punish
it.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Whitelaw Reid</span></span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 4em;">(<i>Ohio</i>)</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>Sherman burns Columbia, 1865</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p><big><strong>February Eighteenth</strong></big></p>
<p>We have changed the constituent parts, but not the system of our
government. The Constitution formed by our fathers is that of the
Confederate States, in their exposition of it; and, in the judicial
construction it has received, we have a light which reveals its true
meaning.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Jefferson Davis</span></span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 4em;">(<i>Inaugural Address</i>)</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>Jefferson Davis inaugurated, 1861</i></p>
<p><i>Federal forces enter Charleston, S. C., 1865</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>February Nineteenth</strong></big></p>
<p class="poem">
Ye marshes, how candid and simple and nothing-withholding and free<br/>
Ye publish yourselves to the sky and offer yourselves to the sea!<br/>
Tolerant plains, that suffer the sea and the rains and the sun,<br/>
Ye spread and span like the catholic man who has mightily won<br/>
God out of knowledge and good out of infinite pain<br/>
And sight out of blindness and purity out of a stain.<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 22em;"><span class="smcap">Sidney Lanier</span></span><br/></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>February Twentieth</strong></big></p>
<p>After the passage of the Anti-Ku Klux Statute by the State of Tennessee,
several instances occurred of parties being arrested in Ku Klux disguises;
but in every case they proved to be either negroes or “radical” Brownlow
Republicans. This occurred so often that the statute was allowed by the
party in power to become a dead letter before its repeal. It bore too hard
on the “loyal” men when enforced.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">J. C. Lester</span> and <span class="smcap">D. L. Wilson</span></span></p>
<p> </p>
<p>As the young German patriots of 1812 organized their struggle for liberty
under the noses of the garrisons of Napoleon, so these daring men, girt by
thousands of bayonets, discussed and adopted under the cover of darkness
the ritual of “The Invisible Empire.”</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Thomas Dixon, Jr.</span></span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>Governor Brownlow of Tennessee calls out the militia to suppress the Ku
Klux Klan, 1869</i></p>
<p><i>Federal troops defeated at Olustee, Fla., 1864</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>February Twenty-First</strong></big></p>
<p>The Ku Klux Klan was a great Law and Order League of mounted night
cavalrymen called into action by the intolerable conditions of a reign of
terror.... It was the old answer of organized manhood to organized crime
masquerading under the forms of government.... Women and children had eyes
and saw not, ears and heard not. Over four hundred thousand disguises for
men and horses were made by the women of the South, and not one secret
ever passed their lips!</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Thomas Dixon, Jr.</span></span></p>
<p> </p>
<p>The View of a “Reconstructionist”</p>
<p>The Ku Klux Order was a daring conception for a conquered people. Only a
race of warlike instincts and regal pride could have conceived or executed
it. Men, women, and children must have, and be worthy of, implicit mutual
trust. They must be trusted with the secrets of life and death without
reserve and without fear.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Judge Albion W. Tourgee</span></span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 4em;">(Ohio)</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>February Twenty-Second</strong></big></p>
<p>First in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his countrymen,
he was second to none in the humble and endearing scenes of private life;
pious, just, humane, temperate, and sincere; uniform, dignified, and
commanding, his example was as edifying to all around him, as were the
effects of that example lasting.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Henry Lee</span></span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 4em;">(<i>Father of Robert E. Lee</i>)</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>George Washington born, 1732</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>February Twenty-Third</strong></big></p>
<p>Won in the Name of Virginia; Governor Patrick Henry to Colonel George Rogers Clark:</p>
<p>“You are to retain the Command of the troops now at the several posts in
the county of Illinois and on the Wabash, which fall within the limits of
the County now erected and called Illinois County.... You are also to take
the Command of five other Companies, raised under the act of Assembly
which I send herewith, and which if completed, as I hope they will be
speedily, will have orders to join you without loss of time, and are
likewise to be under your command.... The honor and interest of the State
are deeply concerned in this.”</p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>George Rogers Clark appears before Vincennes, 1779</i></p>
<p><i>Battle of Buena Vista; Col. Jefferson Davis wounded, 1847</i></p>
<p><i>Mississippi readmitted to the Union, 1870</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>February Twenty-Fourth</strong></big></p>
<p>The importance of this brilliant exploit was destined to be far greater
than even Clark foresaw, for when the treaty of peace was being negotiated
at Paris in 1782, our allies, France and Spain, were both more than
willing to sacrifice our interests in order to keep us out of the
Mississippi Valley, and the western boundary of the United States would
undoubtedly have been fixed at the Alleghanies instead of the Mississippi,
but for the fact that this western region was actually occupied by
Virginians.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">S. C. Mitchell</span></span></p>
<p> </p>
<p>The vast Northwest had been thus won by a heroic band of volunteers, led
by one of the most dauntless warriors that ever risked life for country.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Thomas E. Watson</span></span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>George Rogers Clark stipulates to Governor Hamilton the terms of
surrender of the Northwestern territory, 1779</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>February Twenty-Fifth</strong></big></p>
<p>From Inscription on tablet in St. Michael’s Church, Charleston, South
Carolina.</p>
<p class="poem">
“As a Statesman<br/>
he bequeathed to his country the sentiment,<br/>
‘Millions for defence<br/>
not a cent for tribute.’”<br/></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>Charles Cotesworth Pinckney born, 1746</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>February Twenty-Sixth</strong></big></p>
<p>IN THE PETERSBURG TRENCHES</p>
<p>Winter poured down its snows and its sleets upon Lee’s shelterless men in
the trenches. Some of them burrowed into the earth. Most of them shivered
over the feeble fires, kept burning along the lines. Scanty and thin were
the garments of these heroes. Most of them were clad in mere rags. Gaunt
famine oppressed them every hour. One quarter of a pound of bacon and a
little meal was the daily portion assigned to each man by the rules of the
War Department. But even this allowance failed when the railroads broke
down and left the bacon and the flour piled up beside the tracks in
Georgia and the Carolinas. One sixth of this daily ration was the
allotment for a considerable time, and very often the supply of bacon
failed entirely....</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Henry A. White</span></span></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>February Twenty-Seventh</strong></big></p>
<p class="poem">
We follow where the Swamp Fox guides,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We leave the swamp and cypress-tree,</span><br/>
Our spurs are in our coursers’ sides,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ready for the strife are we.</span><br/>
The Tory camp is now in sight,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there he cowers within his den;</span><br/>
He hears our shouts, he dreads the fight,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He fears, and flies from Marion’s men.</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 14em;"><span class="smcap">William Gilmore Simms</span></span><br/></p>
<p> </p>
<p><i>Francis Marion dies, 1795</i></p>
<p><i>Battle of Moore’s Creek Bridge, N. C., 1776</i></p>
<p> </p>
<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>February Twenty-Eighth</strong></big></p>
<p>The war began, the war went on—this politicians’ conspiracy, this
slaveholders’ rebellion, as it was variously called by those who sought
its source, now in the disappointed ambition of the Southern leaders, now
in the desperate determination of a slaveholding oligarchy to perpetuate
their power, and to secure forever their proprietorship in their “human
chattels.” On this theory the mass of the Southern people were but puppets
in the hands of political wirepullers, or blind followers of hectoring
“patricians.” To those who know the Southern people nothing can be more
absurd; to those who know their personal independence, to those who know
the deep interest which they have always taken in politics, the keen
intelligence with which they have always followed the questions of the
day.</p>
<p><span style="margin-left: 2em;"><span class="smcap">Basil L. Gildersleeve</span></span></p>
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<p> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</SPAN></span></p>
<p><big><strong>February Twenty-Ninth</strong></big></p>
<p>THE LAND WHERE WE WERE DREAMING</p>
<p class="poem">
Fair were our nation’s visions, and as grand<br/>
As ever floated out of fancy-land;<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Children were we in simple faith,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But god-like children, whom nor death,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor threat of danger drove from honor’s path—</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">In the land where we were dreaming!</span><br/>
<strong><span class="spacer">·</span><span class="spacer">·</span><span class="spacer">·</span><span class="spacer">·</span><span class="spacer">·</span><span class="spacer">·</span><span class="spacer">·</span><span class="spacer">·</span></strong><br/>
A figure came among us as we slept—<br/>
At first he knelt, then slowly rose and wept;<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then gathering up a thousand spears,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He swept across the fields of Mars,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then bowed farewell, and walked behind the stars,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">From the land where we were dreaming!</span><br/>
<strong><span class="spacer">·</span><span class="spacer">·</span><span class="spacer">·</span><span class="spacer">·</span><span class="spacer">·</span><span class="spacer">·</span><span class="spacer">·</span><span class="spacer">·</span></strong><br/>
As wakes the soldier when the alarum calls—<br/>
As wakes the mother when her infant falls—<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As starts the traveler when around</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His sleepy couch the fire-bells sound—</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So woke our nation with a single bound—</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 2em;">In the land where we were dreaming!</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 14em;"><span class="smcap">Daniel Bedinger Lucas</span></span><br/></p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</SPAN></span></p>
<p> </p>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</SPAN></span></p>
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