The Daily clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1866-1888, 1867-05-12
The Lily Of the Valley was represented by
Miss CLARA JULENNE, who spoke as follows:

i Is the dover ask for thee.
] The Lily Of the Valley was represented /
Miss CLARA JULMNNE, who spoke as follow
Lady bring no coronal
Thy regal brow to grace,
And yet some token OF mr. love,
Before thee would place.
There's beauty all around thee now,
And pleasure in thine eye,
And fair young forms, with bounding feet,
Are lightly fitting by!
l give thee joy among the rest,
On this thy gala day!
And /, too, bring my true hearts gift,
At thy young feet to lay;
A tender flower with dropping head,
And leaflets small and pale
A sweet, sad, u touching sight
"The Llly of the Vale" n a
Pve seen it at the noon tide hour,
"And golden summer eyes,"
And something caught from Ededs bower,
Seemed slumbering mid its leaves.
/ always hail 1t as / would
A +nder, Trusting friend;
know no other flower where such
Soft light and beauty blend
1t seems as if some silent grief
We're wasting at its heart
Even such, as in the changing world,
We each must bear our part,
ASH it turned, with fearful eye
And gently dropping head.
Away from natures smiling sky,
To weep above the dead
Think not, sweet friend, to mar thy joy,
For obi would not DER thy brow
One shade of sadness f1ing
If it could be for thee Fd ask
That even like this day
SO bright, so fair, SO free from care,
Thy life might pass away.
Alas! l know such wish were vain:
On earth it may not be.
There is no cline. no land, no heart,
From cloud and sorrow Free
IT'S sad to think thy fair young brow
Must feel the touch of care,
And that rich rose upon thy cheek
Pine in grief's blighting air!
Yet it must be-but grieve thou not
In Faiths strong armor drest,
We shall have strength to meet our lot,
And overcome at lastl
Oh if for thee is keptsuch hour
If thine lite's darkest ILL
May you come forth like this sweet flower,
Stainless and spotless still.
Miss JENNIE WNsLow, Garland Bearer,
and Maid Of Honor, was the next to pay hon.
age to the Queen, in the following address;
A chaplet of flowers for thee have woven
The rarest and richest which spring has af-
forded:
As in wildwood or glen, or parterre, they open
Their soft tinted petals by sunlight afforded,
The sweet scented jassamine brought fresh
from the brook side,
The ivy perennial from the oaks stalwart
arms,
The golden cupid lily that floats on the lake
tide,
The sky colored violet that for modesty
charms
The dahlias proud beauty also have blended,
Geraniums. japonicas, and others quite rare,
In loves pleasing labor my skill I've ex-
npndeu
To weave fair garland for beauty to wear
MISS SUSAN NJ. WILKINSON, representing the
Ocean, thus presented her offering:
Fair Queen! l bring not the beautiful and
aiding flowers Of earth, nor the tribute of the
orest; neither do l read from the stars, or
race in the palm brilliant future for the
queen whom we have chosen TO reign over us
t this hour. / bring from old ocean cave the
,ale and glittering pearl, the red coral and the
ea-shell, in whose depths is ever heard the
ow, murmuring sound Of the deep blue sea;
md may ask for thee that thy life may be as
he purity Of the pearl, and that the rose tints
4 hope may not fade, and when life for thee
hall close, you shall wear crown Of unfading
lory in the realms Of light.
The Myrtle Wreath was represented by Miss
BETTE MORRIS, who delivered the following
ddress:
Il COHe-lUt lhNI Vi my DT1Hul DhnU.
Fair Sovereign Of this festal dayl
Tend'ring my troth Of heart and hand,
In homage to thy Queenly sway.
Clad In the light Of pleasures ray,
How swim the hours have sped along
Brightly as laughs mountain stream,
And careless rs q wild birds song.
But Times swift pinions ne'er stand still
Careering onwai d, still he goes;
And strive to chSin him as we will,
The brightest hour hath yet close.
Thy maidens, as gift to thee,
Have gathered each a simple flower,
And from their shining leaves have read
Lessons for many future houri
bear gift for thy fair hard,
Richer that piles Of countless gold;
Never such charm from fairy land
Was spirited by SybAl odd
A wreath Of flowers, which hath the power
Our hearts in such sweet chains 70 bind,
That time, nor change, nor sorrows hour
One sundered link shall ever fiEd
The Myrtle-whose cerulean hue
seems borrowed from Italian skies
Yet where the North's breath eoldly blew,
I've seen its starry blossoms riss
Emblem OF 4" Love" its changeless hue
Fades not when gayer blossoms die;
Like Loves son rays, which life Hume,
When clouds grow dark along our sky;
! bind thee with this mystic chain,
bid It's leaves around thee cling;
And every heart In all thy train
Must come within it, magic ringi
Not mine such spells as wizards wove
in days Of old, when reason slept
And superstition, dress'd in gold,
The keys Of all true knowledge kepti
Affection il the fairy wand,
With which / work ny living spell:
And memory Is the talisman
In hearts were ffiendship loves 70 dwell.
In coming year., when wishes vain,
re iondly turnid toward youths fair track,
BE Thee keep this mystic chain,
TO cham t1ess happy moments back :
Lonk Ger Il, then, a. II IT, buds I
Were pearlg from Afric's golden strand,
for ffiencship hath TIE clrclef wrought
To place IN mrmoryss spiritlandi
And when lifeis taper hufueth low.
And Hope trsads t0flly mid The eioum- I
Nay friendship then her in bcsiDW,