Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1889-05-10
Continued from 7st p0ee.l

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After God the Father
Came their Country and it's Queen,
Ihen the pageant of possession
A grand and gorgeous scene.
The shout, the drum, the cannon's roar
Resound from shore to shore,
And with the loud acclaim
Was mingled oft the virgin Queen and
great Sir Walter Raleigh s name
They called the land Virginia
Through it's limitless domain.
From sea to sea, from north to south,
From mountain top to plain.
They builded, they planted,
They reared slightly town
They named il after Raleigh
That man of high renown.
They built fort, they worshipped,
They raised affairs to our God,
All this and more was done
On Carolina g sod.
By the law of cause and sequence,
BY the ordering of the fates,
Carolina was the first born
And the mother of the States.
Virginia was her first name
Her baptismal name at birth
But at her confirmation
And renewal of her vow,
Carolina, Carolina, became her name as
now.
By the fiat of Omnipotence,
No word or action dies,
But borne up by angels
10 the chancery of the skies,
The recording angel
In his justice seat on high
Records it and files it,
And with smile or sigh,
Till that GREAT 6av and dread
When earth and sea deliver up
Their living and their dead.
No word or action dies,
It's filed away il heaven,
Perennial on earth,
And goes on reproducing,
From the moment of it's birth.
The acorn which was planted
And produced Columbia s oak,
Was the acorn that was planted
On the Island of Roanoke.
That oak now grown to giant height
Which shadows all our land,
Was from the acorn planted
By Sir Walter Raleigh's hand.
That oak that's now a giant,
And of all men known and spoken,
Was planted first and nourished,
On the Island of Wokoken.
JdIleECO"H was us HTSG 1TulC
And John Smith s fame and glory
Was but the early sequel
Of Roanoke S saddened story,
And pretty Pocahontas
With her romance all aglOw
Is but the reproduction
Of kind old Manteo.
But why drop the name Virginia
And give it to another?
1t was the sweet baptismal name
OF our dear old mother,
Her by right of first discovery,
Hers by the loud acclaim,
Hers by the primal title
When the battle flag unfurled
Proclaimed the land Virginia
And challenged all the world
To dispute it. face to face,
AS the rightful, just possession
Of the Anglo Saxon race.
Why drop the name Virginia
And take another name?
It's the same old tender tale,
The old maternal love,
The same
That weeps when others smile,
And pOurs out tears like water
AT the happy bridal
Of her first born lovely daughter.
1t was in part her bridal dowry
She gave young Virginia with,
When with heart and hand united,
She married Captain Smith.
Virginia grew to greatness,
She bore her mother S name,
Who, true to all her children,
Speaks no word of blame,
But sometimes with maternal pride
She whispers soft and tame
Virginia has no fault,
II fault it be,
But avarice of fame
But avarice, my daughter,
Becomes noXious weed
When you feed on others laurels
In your avarici0us greed.
So lift up your heads my countrymen
And with uncovered brow,
Before the great Eternal One,
Make this your sacred VOW:
Carolina, Carolina, heavens blessings
attend her,
While we live we will cherish and love
and defend her"
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