Evening journal., 1913-05-23
FLORAL POEM
In PRAISE OF
MRS. ROBINSON

You've come back TO be good fellow
with us.
And we greet you with hand-clasp
and cheer.
Now, no looking back on the good
things you've left
You know Lots wife paid dear for
that sin:
For the flesh pots Of Egypt" don't
yearn with regret,
Only those who press onward can
win.
You've covered the home stretch,
you're under the wire,
You've finished and won the race;
9cow come down and help US, put spice
OF the victim we've put in your
place.
lTo me It is given 70 speak the good
bye,
For all Of your children today;
4 bring you a tribute from each loving
heart,
From Mother Earths fowery way.
a message comes laden with richest
perfume
From Bridgeville's sweet violets
blue,
"a message that tells Of her modesty
rare,
And Of her faithfulness. always. to
you.
Ierrom the home Of the lotus, a whisper
ing comes,
Narcotic and soothing. and still,
lror Dover would lull to forgetfulness
From memory OF every I'll.
Delmar, with her roses, the queen Of
the flowers.
Now, list TO the message they bring:
Df a love ever blooming, perpetual
and true,
And renewed with each coming
spring.
Felton's wild rose, with its riotous
bloom,
Around every heart should en-
twine;
twas the purchase price paid for our
dear little State,
In the days Of Auld Lang Syne.
In far Sunny Sussex the holly's bright
leaves
Their evergreen beauty retain;
50 Georgetown will keep your dear
mem'ry green
Through seasons Of sunshine and
----rain.
Dropping out Of the arms OF winter.
Falling into the lap OF spring,
The daffodil in its golden cup
Would a farewell from Harrington
bring
Your dear daughter. Laurel, with low
ing hand
Because Of your victories won,
Would bind for your wearing laurel
wreath
A symbol Of work we'll done.
Kwaanendaei comes with an offering
Real Dutch bulbs from over the
seas;
lAnd thus from far Holland, the real
Fatherland,
Wilhelmina pays tribute TO thee.
lThe daisies from Middletown's gardens
and fields
Have a tale OF their own TO tell
With their great brown eyes looking
into your own,
They bid you a fearful farewell.
down where old Broadkill flows 10 the
sea-
Lest its dear gentle voice be forgot
n.end listening ear 20 its ripples
sweet songl
Il is Millions "forget-me-not"
4ike gold Of old Opir the dsffodi
shines,
Where the winter and spring tim,
meet,
And shaking the snow from the yellow
bows,
Milford showers their gold at you
feet.
H'he great purple pansies Of Newark
you know,
Grow close to the sod and the dew
low, they are singing that oil
sweet song
Dear one, we are thinking of you.
sea moss, from Rehoboth, down by tn
sea,
Preserved by the good salt air.
Wiil burn with a glow on the alta
Of fre,
Like loves flower in the hearI
down there.
On a garden spot'-close by Nant
coke's shore,
Blooms flowers of every hue.
From very small acorns tall oak tree
will grow,
And Seaford will prove this to you
Smyrna, with pink carnations sweet
Is on the high road TO fame;
She has just pulled the chair fro
under your feet"
But she loves you just the same.
Your Wilmington eliminates wi
chase, with a smile
Any tears which may dim your eye
And. in gala attire. with their yello
and white,
Tis your homecoming-no a goo
bye.
Wyoming sends Godspeed and wish
galore
For blessings along your way;
AS her trailing arbutus brightens [
spring.
Sc her loyalty brightens each day,
From green fields and pastures v
by the dew,
With its four leaves for luck and
blossom for work,
Well fight our good fight the VOL
over.
These blossoms so resplendent W
fragrance and bloom,
In colors of every hue,
We're grown in just II "the gard
spots"