The Florida agriculturist. [volume] (DeLand, Fla.) 1878-1911, 1893-05-24


OF the Romeo and Juliet nights
Shine on lovers brave and maidens fair
AS they walk in Eden. pair by pair.
THE POETS DROP.
drop of ink on poets pen
And the singing birds awaken then;
All the air is Jubiant with song
AS the dulcet echoes float along.
While thrones have toppled and tumbled down
From q chansOnette against q crown;
And waiting world will laugh weep
At songs that out of this ink drop creep.
The stars that leaped when Miriam sung
Still echo songs that through time have rung
AS the ranks OF the Immortals Ope
To the bards of Memory, Love and Hope.
THE MAIDEN's DROP.
A drop OF ink on maidens pen
Runs in the rays of the rainbow, when
She sits like princess in her bower
And dreams of the fancies of the hour
Stars shine dim in the light of her eyes,
And roses bloom where her footprint lies;
Never lily as white as her soul
Or pure as the thoughts that through it roll;
Sweetness, innocence, beauty and grace,
These enthroned on her lovely face
And happy the ink drop that can go
Wherever maden's f0nces flow.
THE WOMAN S DROP.
drop of ink from a wOmans per,
a plea to stand on plane with men,
BY rights not merged in the wedding ring
But born of a common suffering,
Heralds the dawn of that brighter day
When, hand in hand, on the worlds highway.
The young and the old OF womanknd
The path to the ballot box will find
Each drop of ink for wOman's need
Like blood through an athletes veins will speed,
Till the ark Of equal sufrag sc rests
On the rock OF Man and w oman's breasts
THE MOURNER s DROP.
a drop OF ink from mOurner's pen
And sense Of sadness falls on men;
For the shadow Of an open grave
When the Sable plumes Of sorrow wave
And In AemOrianl8' dro0p and swell
OF the Common Lot forever tell
And whether n baby face appears,
Or veteran of three score years.
Or mother or maid we hear the swell
OF the deeply mufiied funeral bell
Telling the tale that since Adams day
Has been heard on earth-We are but clay
THE EDITOR 5 DROP.
drop of ink on an EDITORS pen
VIII reach the hearts of his fellow men;
And the thoughtful traces leaps and springs
Til over the world it's message rings.
Bends-the King it reaches his earS;
Bares-the prOphet-hs head as he hears;
Kneels-the Priest-in his Mantle of gray
Shakes--the Culprit--wh0 hides from the day;
Fears-the Statesman-sp proud of his name
IIides-the ,Judge-of BacOnian fame
Because OF tn Editors drop of ink
The Drop of ink that makes millions think
This is the lever the world to sway
Archimedes sought it in his day
But sought in vain; for the secret lay,
Till later scholar showed the way
And the grand old Gutenberg begun
Ink drops on movable types to run;
century after, Venice born.
The first newspaper welcomed the morn
And the drop OF ink it's mission found
In lifting mankind to higher ground;
Higher and BROADER the circles grow
AS tho tides OF knowledge rise and flow
SO drops OF ink, wherever they go,
Create ecstacies Of JOY or woe,
AS time moves on, each one finds il place
Within the hearts of the human race.
Into the depths where in lower deep,
All the phantom forms of Evil sleep
1t FALLS or it rises, star by star
In the Opaescent space afar,
Like q crown to bless 81 cross to curse.
Down the primrose path of tender verse;
And the echo of the song it sings
Forever down the centuries rings
Friends and Brothers! No power SO strong
As drop of ink. to right a wrong
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