Indian chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1882-1902, 1893-06-01
AMnEArn or rLoMras.

fWritten in memory Of Mrs Carrie Scott
Harrison In answer 70 the picture "A bunch
OF orchdsv painted BY her while q resident OF
the White House and lovingly dedicated TO the
mothers, wives and daughters Of America.l
Up In the white House chamber, away from
all noise and strife
Sat a woman-an artlst-who was mother,
daughter, sister and wife.
An earnest thought was raging through her
pale and delicate brow,
An earnest thought Of all womanhood on her
heart lay nBavy now.
What can do or how can best reveal my love
for them2
Then came happy thoughts she seized easel,
81 viii paint them bunch Of sewers" she
said,
I will paint It In colors sof, green. pink aud
pil use the most beautiful flowers Of all
lande;
The most costly, the rarest I'll place in their
hands.
will paint our own dear orchid In It's fullest,
lOvelie6t bloom,
will paint for lHen and for me, and ven
place 10 In every home.
We Will place IL where the youthful bride a
low sweet song ls hummingi
In the home where the widow and orphan
husband and father are mourningj
In the halls OF stately mansions where the fes-
In ths cells OF wretchedness and gloom where
the hungry cry for bread,
In crowded suning allies that no sunshine ever
In love-iit country cottages where peace and
plenty lows;
In the room Of the helpless Invalid wen hang
Where health and strength I'm their beauty
bloom wen lay The flowers there
IL will be- silent reminder fmy untold wish
For 1 Of all things else. would love ny fellow
men.
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o,t o,, the .of, s,,aa, s,vard In an. hatnnv air
Women and sntI children are gathering nowsrs-
flowers that anguish bring.
Said i.ls + sr'y-h'lr'd mother to a maiden SO
We will make wreath OF roses fair, wreath
For the graves Of all brave soldiers who no
biest deeds have done,
For the graves OF the loyal women who fought
life's battles at homes
For the maid who bound the warriors sash and
the wife who glrded the sword,
And the mother who concealed her grief and
spoke the cheering word.
with no one but their loving God TO know the
pain that wrung them,
Shed noble blood as e'er was shed on battl,
field Of freedom.
And wen lay O wreath for the conquered Ones
who under the sod and dew
Await alike the Judgment day-'waitlng, the
gray With blue"
For the woman under the southern skies who
saw her loved warrior depart,
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| sisters heart.
Here are roses for the grand parent who died
| at a good old age,
| dearest little babes.
Here are iiiiles for the errIng ones who died In
deep despair;
Perhaps among the wayward ones some inno-
| cent lie there.
| But the Ioveiiest, swecteti flowers well blend
| While the odors from our hearts ascendi
| Flowers OF all cOlors. cltmes and hues
Fragrant with blessings OF heaven . own dews
| And for her who sleeps on lndianoliA's Hill
! We will lay u there, for our hearts are wiih
| her still
In our homes we have hung her orchid nower
| We thank her ever each day aud each hour.
The mother is taught by her loving touch,
Her inlrence is greatest. be u little OF much
The wife will And by her gentle care
That by the one. the nation good will share.
| The sister should see In a stranger In need,
Relations the nearest-be sister Indeed.
And daughters, all fathers and mothers whom
sorrow may befall
All yours Christ 10 a brother to ALL
-MRs JULK-TA JoRDAS,
CoOdy d Bluff, i, II