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     The late Z. F. Smith, Historian of Kentucky, said of Mrs. Morton
in his review of her work:
     'Mrs. Morton is a recognized priestess of metrical art of song and
poetry, only too modest and content to be enshrined in her temple at the
Capitol of the Commonwealth and by her votaries there to be approached
in her home. Many gems of imagination and beautiful thought has she
strewn along the highways of literature."

     The Critic says:
     "Well may she be called and crowned the 'Lady Laureate of Ken-
tucky.' No one writes like her. Her poems are not only beautiful in
imagery and diction, but there is a touch of feeling that makes all the
world akin, in them all."

     The World says:
     "When Mrs. Morton sings, her notes have the golden ring of a harp.
The   earth-earthly--minor chords  of sadness and sorrow  breathe
through them, strike the heart unexpectedly, and bedew the eyes that
read. Never was a sweeter poem written than 'Pictures in Silver,' though
the scenes are in the clouds--through her pen--we see them as through a
magic lantern--
                   "On transparent, rosy texture
                   Ri es now a wondrous picture,
                        Framed in silver swaying there.
                   Memory draws it nearer, nearer,
                   And I see its figures clearer
                        in the moonlight soft and fair."


     Copies of "Pictures in Silver," by Mrs. Jennie C. Morton have just
been issued in Frankfort, and the admirers of Mrs. Morton's other charm-
ing and inspiring poems will welcome this latest work from her pen.
     The delightful impression created by the first glimpse of this little
brochure, with itsartistic cover of silver and ivory white, with a silver star
oatside---representing the g'iding spirit of the story---is increased a hun-
dred fold by the unusual power and chaim of the story, which is that of a
young girl, whose married happiness is pictured, and then afterward her
strength and beauty of character shown when she is widowed, and finally
her faithfulness rewarded, and her triumphant entry into Heaven.
     Its purity of thought, its high standard of Christian sentiment and its
musical measure makes "Pictures in Silver" a charming poetic produclicn,
and one that will be cordially received.
     Among the many flattering tributes that Mrs. Morton has received
about her latest poem are the following:
     Notice of an author in an Eastern journal of this brochure: ' Pictures
in Silver' is a souvenir to be prized not only because it is the work of
Kentucky's great woman, Mrs. Jennie C. Morton, but for it's poetic set-
ting, radiant with a literary charm seldom if ever surpassed.  It quickens
the pulsations of the heart by its spiritual tenderness, and softens to tears
by the sustained tragedy of the story---told with musical exprcssicns, the
climax is divine."
     Another author and critic writes: 'I have just read 'Pictures in Sil-
ver.' Only Mrs. M:rton could have written it. In this charming epic,
the touch is so delicate and the feeling so fine, so impressive---(he nara-
tive so engaging and noble. Could any picture in silver, or golden, be
more exquisite than this---it is poetry indeed:
                    'On transparent rosy texture
                    Rises now a wondrous picture,
                       Framed in silver swaying there;
                       Memory draws it nearer, nearer---
                       And I see its figures clearer
                         In the moonlight soft and fair.'

     Mrs. Jennie C. Morton, the State Regent of the Kentucky Historical
Society, has just issued fresh from the press a lovely brochure, entitled
"Pictures in Silver.


     Mrs. Morton is as gifted as she is versatile, and she thinks in poetry--
in noble poetry. One wonders how she has time to ascend into the
realms of lofty thought and bring back the dainty and the inspiring verse,
when one knows that she is at the same time the practical and efficient
head of the Kentucky State Historical Society.
     Mrs. Morton's short and long poems are the very essence of purity,
and in the Pictures in Silver she has excelled even Mrs. Morton. The
rhythm is as sweet and as pleasant as a sunny brcok and the language is
faultless, the ideals are high. Pictures in Silver might be---who knows,
Mrs. Morton's own life devoid of the prose that creeps in an earthly
     The brochure itself is from the Coyle Press at Frankfort and is in
blue and silver and white. It made a stir in the Capitol City as Easter
Souvenirs.---FL E. in Louisville Courier-Journal.

     Mrs. Whitcomb says in a New York daily:
     I did not think Mrs. Morton could ever surpass'Her Dearest Friend,'
that pure, lovely story-poem---but in 'Pictures in Silver' we have its
superior in the lofty thought--of faithful love. This poem in its suggestions
goes beyond the earthy, and takes the readers beyond the flight of song--
and leaves them gazing on a heavenly picture in the region of the Stars--
     " 'In silver radiance, swaying there.'  
     Editor of "Historia," Journal of the Oklahoma Historical Society, has
the following beautiful compliment to "Pictures in Silver," by Mrs. Jennie
C. Morton:
     'This poem is a pretty design and is in such an inspiring vein that it
is entitled to more than a passing compliment. The title is well chosen
and clothes a lofty sentiment in best words to subserve the purpose of the
plot. We have had only time merely to read the poem enough to ap-
preciate the drift, and its applicable force to touch many hearts.
     "To be fully appreciated and understood, 'Pictures in Silver' should
be carefully read, it is indeed a study-picture though not a puzzle one,
the plot being well followed up, from love's emerging to its final fulfillment
in pathetic sacrifice,"






     A frteu Nottires of Pitter Dearest riFitc&"

                       Mrs. Morton's Poem
     The poem of Mrs. Jennie C. Morton, of Frankfort, 'Her Dearest
Friend," is soon to be published and again make itself heard and felt by
the public. It has been read by the author before the large audiences that
assemble at times in the literary circles of the historic Capital, and received
the highest enconiunis from clitics and lovers of song, Advance copies of
the poem show it to be one of unusual power and charm.
     The wide reputation of the author insures it a welcome everywhere.
From its purity of thought, its high Christian standard in sentiment and its
musical measure, and its chic illustrations by a noted Scuthern artist, with
binding in the latest style of ivory white, ilWrminated in gold lettering, it
will make a beautiful souvenir.--Louisville Post.

                      "Her Dearest Friend"
     Mrs. Jennie C. Morton's beautiful poem, "Her Dearest Friend,'
will be on sale in this city by Thursday. To those who have never read
this tender bit of sentiment, there is a pleasant experience to come. It is
most daintily and we may add, expensively, bound in white and gold--a
most apprrpiate cover for the gem it contains. Mr. Z. F. Smith, the his-
torain, has written a critical review of the work, which can be found el-e-
where on these pages. Mrs. Morton's most widely-read poem from her
pen, was her Centennial poem, which has been read in almost every
language.--Frankfort State Journal.

        Handsome Review of "Her Dearest Friend"
             (By the Histcrian of Kentucky, Z. F. Smith)
     The friends and admirers--and she has many--of Mrs. Jennie C.
Morton, of Frankfort, who have read and enjoyed her contributions to our
Kentucky literature in the passing years, will be prepared to welcome the
appearance of a new poem in story from her pen, handsomely illustiatcd
in the height of style of the engraver's art, in book form for the boudoir cr
the library. Mrs. Morton is a recognized priestess of the rr.etrical art of







song and poetry, only too modest and content to be enshrined in her
temple at the Capital of the Commonwealth, and by her votaries there to
be approached in her home.
      But few realize to what extent the people of Kentucky are indebted
to Mrs. Morton, this honored Secretary-Treasurer of the Kentucky State
Historical Society, for the re-creation and founding of that important de-
partment of State. For many years it only survived through her gratuitous
and unrewarded labors, until at last the tardy appreciation of a General
Assembly was led to make an appropriation for the collection and preser-
vation of our State archives.A great work has been done under her faithful
superintendence and unceasing labors, a monument to her patriotism and
benevolent public spirit.
     Amid the varied and multitudinous duties of office, Mrs. Morton has
composed and given to the public in fugitive  forms, a number of
poems; and with them some of her most beautiful creations of fancy. The
author's poetic talent is the gift of nature; and when she sings she sings
from the heart, as nature and inspiration move her---as the clear rippling
waters sing among the rocks and bordering banks, as the birds make
music in their bowers; as the winds whisper their melodies in the trees.
Many gems of imagination and beautiful thought has she strewn along the
highways of literature.
     The hero is an infidel, very worldly minded and given to worldly in-
dulgences; yet a man of strong convictions and a high sense of honor. The
heroine is on the other hand, devoutly religious and unchangeably loyal to
what she deems her creed of faith and duty to her God; however she
loves or is loved she will not wed a man without a God, and therefore,
owing no responsibility to any intelligence higher than himself.
     The contentions begin between a proud man too honest to confess
faith in a Supreme Being, before the evidences to prove the existence of
such a being have convinced him of the fact, and an unyielding woman
who has vowed her first allegiance to the Son of God, her Savior and
'Her Dearest Friend." Though she cannot enter the holy bonds of wed-
lock with an infidel; yet she loves only her hero lover, and will love no
other. By what experiences of persuasive art, of faithful devotion to her
Savior and to her lover at the same time under the smiles of favoring
Providence, the barrier of skepticism is removed and the lovers made
happy at least, we leave to he unfolded by the story itself. It is enough
to say--it ends well and is beautifully written.
     Louisville, Ky.                               Z. F. SMITH.


                       "Her Dearest Friend"
      In a beautifully printed bound volume, dainty and sweet as the story
 it unfolds. Mrs. Jennie C. Morton is presenting to her friends her latest
 work, entitled, 'Her Dearest Friend.' Mrs. Morton has already achieved
 too secure a place in the world of poetry and letters to need this latest
 production; and it is but necessary to say that it ranks equally high with
 her other work to satisfy those who have not had the pleasure of reading
 of its intrinsic merit. A poetess by nature and seeing the world through
 gentle and loving eyes,  Mrs. Morton has written a stoiy cf love and life
 which can be appreciated by all who in the love of nature hold com-
 munion with her visible forms. Mrs. Morton's book is a charming poetic
 production and will undoubtedly be given a most cordial welcome --Frank-
 fort News.

    .Mrs. Morton's Beautiful Book, '"Her Dearest Friend"
    Copies of 'Her Dearest Friend' have been received in this city. The
book is a little beauty in itself and is in while and gold. A lily is on the
outside-emblematic of the pure life of the heroine, and the title and Mrs.
Morton's name in gold lettering is the only ornate work.
     Here is something of the story: Heloise is a twentieth century girl,
assisting in the great work of bringing the world to Christ. She charms
the world, and incidentally her lovers with her music--no rag time, mind
you, for this young woman, she sings hymns and ccmposes sacred music,
leads choirs, arranges conferences and gets up religious programs.
     Tle heroine is a woman of thought and withal a poet.  She is a
devotedfollower of Christ, whom she considers "iHer Dearest Friend."
As Mr. Smith, the historian, says, this is an epoch making peem and a de-
fight to all who read it.
     Mrs. Morton has written many fugitive poems, but this is the best
long poem she has written.---Trhe State Journal.

                      "Her Dearest Friend"
     The Lexington Leader has the following beautiful tribute to "Her
Dearest Friend:"
    "For many years Mrs. Jennie C. Morton has borne the proud title of
poet laureate, and in her latest work, entitled, 'Her Dearest Friend.' she



crowns her poetic output and renews her right to the laureateship.
     'Mrs. Morton is nationally known as a historical writer; her fame as
a poet has taken second rank to her historical endeavor. She is the real
founder of the Kentucky State Historical Society, and it is merely the truth
to say that without her energy and ability Kentucky would not now have
a State Historical organization. For years Mrs. Morton gave herself and
her substance to the maintaining of the old society, until a tardy Legislature
saw the work she was doing and gave her an adequate annual appropria-
tion, Her work as the Secretary-Treasurer of the society will give her a
lasting place in the History of Kentucky.
     'Mrs. Morton has written many poems, but 'Her Dearest Friend' is
her longest and latest. It is a versified novel, or better, an epic of friend-
ship, love and religion.
     ("The term tepic is used in its most modern sense.) Jesus Christ is
the heroine's dearest friend--which gives the poem its title. The story is
of a Christian girl who refuses the attention of an infidel until he has ac-
cepted her religion; but the story is the author's, not the reviewers busi-
ness to relate.
     ' 'Her Dearest Friend ' is a piece of de luxe book making, being
beautifully bound in gold and white. The text is fully illustrated.
    'T'hnugh M's M trtor's latest poem will probably place her among the
three or four epic poets of Kentucky, the reviewer has a difficult, if not
impossible task to give the reader a vivid impression of the poem. The
best method would be of course, to reproduce some of the lines; but the
writer finds--to his great dismay--that the poem possesses such wonderful
unity, one cannot lift out a dozen lines, separating them from the content
and retain thefir real beauty and startling lucidity--the far from pretty
phrase 'startling lucidity,' is used because it is seldom that one chances
upon an epic' that can be called without a handbook. Perhaps Pope's
'Homer' is the only epic from which any one may quote a few verses,
independent of the text, that form a perfect picture; and this is due to the
structure of the verse--heroic couplet--which is poetry in small packages
that may be carried under ene's arm, as James Russell Lowell suggested
yearsago. And,ad.nitting the truth of the foregoing,the reader will under-
stand why a hundred or so of the matchless verses of 'Her Deares Friend'
are not here reproduced.



                  ANOTHER SPLENDID POEM
     "Mrs. Morton's splendid poem en the late Gov. Goebel was
thought so highly of by the Goebel Monument Commission that they or-
dered its concluding lines inscribed upon his monument in the Frankfort
cemetery. And we know of no better words with which to end this
masterpiece, 'Her Dearest Friend,' than her words that are cut deep into
the face of William Goebel's monument:
               " 'We'll lift thy name on high
                    And place thy crown with martyrs there
                         who dare for truth to die.
                  Thy memory shall be consecrate, thy
                              monument shall be
                    A shrine of patriot's deathless love, arid
                              loyalty to the.'
          July, 1909.

                       Mrs. Morton's Poems
     A dainty binding of white and gold and numerous appropriate illus-
trations add materially to the attractiveness of this story-poem by Mrs. Jen-
nie C. Morton, of Frankfort, Ky.
     The author is well known, not only through frequent contributions to
the press of fugitive and occasional poems. but in her official character as
Secretary and Treasurer of the Kentucky State Historical Society. In
latter field she has won unbounded admiration and gratitude for the years
of faithful gratiutous labor which she has devoted to the patriotic cause.
As a woman she is beloved and admired bv a wide circle of friends at
home and abroad, and she will be promptly welcomed into the field of
permanent literature by her votaries and by all who reap nd to the sweetly
Christian spirit of her verse.
     The story is built upon simple lines, dealing with two lovers who are
apart by no more serious obstacle than a difference of belief entailing a
didierent manner of life. Both principals are essentially noble in character
and after some vicissitudes of a purely spiritual nature they are united in
love and faith. In the author's words:
          "He gave himself to Christ, her dearest friend,
          Renunciation glad he gave of idle, worldly sin,
          If he, thro' Christ, such bride as this for iove
                    and life could win."



        Acrostic To Mrs. Jennie C. Morton, Author of
                      "Her Dearest Friend"
            My first is in June, the sweet month of roses,
            My second in bouquet of pansies and posies,
            My third is in Nun so sad and so good,
            My fourth is in nuts oft' found in the wood,
            My fifth is a pronoun we all like the best,
            My sixth is in every little bird's nest,
            My seventh is in cypress, a beautiful flower,
            My eighth is in music, the world owns its power,
            My ninth is in orator, seeking for fame,
            My tenth is in rest, after gaining a name,
            My eleventh is in tears for the tender and true,
            Mv twelfth is in more, some are striving to do,
            My thirteenth in grand, description of you.
                                                      M. R.
       Covington, Ky.
                      "Her Dearest Friend"
     It is a charming poem on an exalted theme, the love of a pure
woman for a man, but whose love for Christ, Her Dearest Friend, was
greater. Would that more women would take the stand of Heloise, the
heroine, and mirry only men whose religious views and ideals harmonize
with their own. It is a delightful book, the spirit that pervades every
line is the brightest, the noblest, the best.
                                                        A. L. L.
    Author of 'Sweet June and Other Poems."
         New York.

                    "The Lady of the Quill"
                       (Kentucky State Journal)
    Copies of "The Lady of the Quill' have been received in Frankfort,
and the friends and admirers of Mrs. Jennie C. Morton will welcome this
little book of sketches of her life and the many tributes paid her and her
    The:e sketches and tributes were compiled by Mrs. Ella Hutchison
Ellwanger, and under the title of 'The Lady of the Quill" a charming
and interesting account of Mrs. Morten's work for the city of Frankfort,
the State of Kentucky, and the Historical Society has been given, as well
as a review of her poems and historical writings.
    Flattering notices have been given Mrs. Morton by the leading news-

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papers of the country, and such persons as Frances Willard, Anna A.
Gordon, Henry T. Stanton, Professor Raynor, of New York City; Mrs.
Barnett and many others.
     It is a biography that has a personal interest, and presents in a con-
 densed, but picturesque, manner the character and life story of this famous
 woman. The biography of Mrs. Morton is a most artistic piece of book-
 making. It is bound in dark green. The gold seal of the Historical
 Society of Kentucky occupies one corner. The lettering is in gold, and
 the quill in white ornamental work.

         Important Addition to Historical Literature
                           (Frankfort News)
     A very handseme bibliography of the life of Mrs. Jennie C. Moron,
of Frankfort, has just been issued from the press of the Globe Printing
Company, of Louisville, under the title of '1I he Lady of the Quill." Mrs.
Ella Hutchison Ellwanger compiled and annotated literary features of the
life of the talented secretary-treasurer of the Kentucky Historical Society,
and the result is an important addition to Kentucky's historical and bio-
graphical literature. No one in the State has ever dcne anything like the
work that Mrs. Morton has made her life's calling to keep ever fresh in
memory of the present day and future generations the pristine glcry of the
Commonwealth and the patriotic pride of its pioneers.  In song and story
Mrs. Morton won her way into the hearts of all Kentuckians and it is
meet that this permanent testimonial to her labors through life should be
prepared for all time.

           Franklin County. (Exclusive of Frankfort)
                      Notice of Clement Bell
                 (Clipping From Exchange---A. C. Q.)
     Clement Bell, a native of Maryland and a scion of the best blood of
old Scotland, where his ancestors were for many years prcminent amcng
the literati of the country, was one of the earliest settlers in what is now
Franklin county. He came to Kentucky in 1 790, settling first in Frank-
fort when that town was barely three years old.  After his marriage in
1 796 to Miss Margaret Steele, of Lexingtcn, he settled upon his fine estate
of "Bellsgrove," near the famous Forks of Elkhorn---the residence now of
Hon. South Trimble---where he continued to reside, during the remainder


of his life, dispensing always a munificent hospitalisy. He also owned
property in Frankfort, on Broadway and on Wapping street. He built
the first house ever erected on the corner of Wapping and Washington
Streets, which was his home until he removed permanently to the country.
This house was sold to Governor Letcher, who lived and died there. Mr.
Bell was always one of the most prominent and distinguished citizens of
Franklin county. The literary genius of his Scottish ancestors has abun-
dantly bourgeoned in several of his descendents, and notably in his grand-
daugt r, Mrs. Jennie C. Morton, the distinguished editor of The Regis-
ter of the Kentucky State Historical Society, whose sweet songs have
achieved for her the deservedly high distinction of being one of the great-
est poets that Kentucky has produced, and in that State, by popular ac-
clamation, she has been given the title of "The Lady Laureate," also
whose prose productions have won fox her the complimentary soubriquet
of "The Lady of the Quill."

                The Lady Laureate of Kentucky
                   (From the Kentucky State Journal)
     "'At the third annual meeting of the Ohio Valley Historical Asso-
ciation held in the Capitol, October 14, 1 5, 1 6. 1909, Mrs. Morton read
her paper on the last day, 'A Vanishing Race," regarded as a gem in
historical literature. It gave her a splendid opportunity to recall, predict,
print word picture and relate facts, pathetic and stirring, and in fact cover
tl e ground in such a manner as only Mrs. Morton can.
     She was introduced by Hon. H. V. M/cChesney. This introduction
was unnecessary, because of her-splendid, generous work for the Ken-
tucky State Historical Society.  Mrs. Morton is one of, if not the best
known historian of the South, and her reputation has extended far beyond
the boundaries of the United States, because of her beautiful poems. Mr
McChesney did not overlook any of the splendid things that have been
done by her.
     After his handsome introduction cf Mrs. Jtnnie C. Morton, as
secretary-treasurer of the State Historical Society, and editor of its widely
known magazine--the Register---which position she fills in such a way as
to challenge the admiration of her host of friends everywhere, and reflects
such honor upon the society, he said: "But it is not these positions, honor-
able as they are, that stir the pride of her friends; it is in another sphere


that their warmest admiration is expressed. It is not so much Mrs. Jennie
C. Morton, the secretary-treasurer and editor of the splendid historical
Register that they love--it is Mrs. Iviviton, the poetess. to whom their
hearts go out in sincerest admiration."
     At the Frankfort, Kentucky, Centennial she wrote and read, before
the largest andience ever gathered in Capitol Square, a historical poem, of
such rare beauty and merit that the people gave her the title, 'Lady
Laureate' and thus she was crowned.
     "Ladies and gentlemen, it gives me rare pleasure to introduce now
our Lady Laureate, Mrs. Jennie C. Morton, of Kentucky."



     Say you there's nothing in a name
        Ah, let me tell you better.
     Lily and rose may be the same,
        Tho' diff'rent in every letter;
     But there's a charm some names impart
        Belonging to none other.
     Who does not have a warmer heart
        For namesakes of their mother

     A tenderer voice, a softer tone;
        Our touch is more caressing,
     Because she seems more like our own
        When this dear grace possessing.
     There's magic sweeter in that name
       Than's held by any other,
     And greater beauty we will claim
        For namesakes of our mother.

     There is a child so fair and sweet,
       With 'witching ways of smiling;
     She plays like sunshine at my feet,
       My lonely heart beguiling.
     She does not more my soul delight
       Than do my nieces, other,
     But close, I kiss her, clasp her tight
       Because she's named for mother.

     I think how mother's loving arms
       Would oftimes have embraced her.
     And mother's eyes viewed budding charms
       With which kind nature graced her.
    Tears quicken fondly in my eves---
       My love I can not smother;
     She's dearest, not from kindred ties,
       But namesake of my mother.

Have I no regrets  Ah. my life is full
  Of sore regrets, for things I could not do,
And that I would have done, but could not pull
  The weight I had to carry then and bear me thru;


A pathway drear, not chosen of my will,
  But one carved for me, hard and rough and chill.
God rebuked my fine, high-thoughted way,
  And led me in an humbler harder one,
My spirit chafed and sickened day by day,
  Thus many tasks were left for Him---half-done.

It hurt my soul that God should treat me so,
  Yet when I thought of Christ, our precious Lord,
My courage came like sudden overflow,
  Then I rushed on with broken song and word
For His sake. I kept the path and gleaned
  Where others feared the weeds and stalk, I went
To have and hold, the few sheaves that I gained,
  So such days, such dreary days were spent
Sorrows came. Tears like a swollen river swept
  My hopes away, yet I toiled and prayed, the while I wept.

Regret, that I could never be in life to those
  I loved the best, all that I might have been,
Butfor the bar across my way none could unclose,
  And tho' indiginant, I kept the stinging pain within.
At last I ceased to to care if days were dark or bright,
  So I had strength to live the ideal of my thought
When lo! one day to my undreamed, unknown delight,
  God placed His blessing on the work I wrought,
And on my life, and in my hand was laid
  The rich inheritance of toil and prayer long delayed.

  A song floated out long ago in the air,
    A song from the bosom of sorrow and care.
  All rich in its numbers of worshipping love,
    Full of faith and of trust in the Father above;
  It flew with its mission so strange and so sweet,
    All over the world and fell down at His feet,
  "Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee,
    E'en tho' it be a cross, that raiseth me."

  By the bedside of pain, in the home of distress,
    This sad song is there to comfort and bless.
  Yea, on the deep, in the doom driven storm,


    With the ship going down, out above the alarm,
  With no hand to succor, no arm to save,
     Prayers unavailing, yet above the death-wave,
  Is heard from the dying, as they sank in the sea---
     "Nearer my God to thee, nearer to thee."

  Oh God, such a seiene---such a wail from the lost---
    And yet in despair, 'mid the waves tempest tost,
  They could sing the death-song, the wind blew ashore
     As they passed into silence, in the sea evermore---
  "When like a wanderer, life's sun gone down,
     "Darkness be over me, my rest a stone.
  "Still in my dreams I'll be,
    "Nearer my God to thee, nearer to thee."

  It is said the sweet poet, here never once heard
     How her song had gone forth, like a messenger bird,
  With its mission of love, and its mission of faith,
     And taught the sad world of life and of death---
  A sanctified song---and yet she must die---
    In the world she had blest, and never know why
She was given a song that never should wave,
    Till its wings budded out from the gloom of the grave.

            A SWEET MEMORY
    I want to hear the birds sing
    Soft twitter and clipper and ring
       Where the golden wheat's growing,
       And the summer air blowing,
       And the farmer is sowing,
       And the Elkhorn is flowing
       Thro' the cliffs with a dash and a swing.

    Want to hear the low speech
    Murmur, whisper and teach
       Of nature all hidden
       As if there forbidden
       To see Earth most charming
       In the act of transforming
       Into beauty, brown heath, hill and beech.

    Oh! my heart does so long



   For the warbling and song
     That I know is now filling
     The air where the tilling
     Of soil, and the milling
     By skilled hands and willing
     Makes music the whole day long.

  In my childhood I heard
  Every sweet sound that stirred
     The whir of birds winging
     And their ecstatic singing
     Over Elkhorn's waves swinging
     Winds swaying, and flinging
     Tree-branches at unspoken word.

  Like a band of light seen
  Elkhorn flashing between
     Its green cliffs; then flowing
     Thro' wooded slopes going
     And glistening, bestowing
     Its beauty unknowing
     What grandeur it lends to each scene---

  Could I go there to-day
  Would I see things this way---
     Have the birds ceased their singing
     And the woodlands ceased ringing
     Their leaf-bells and flinging
     Their glory green springing
     To the edges of Elkhorn astray.

Alas and alas! the great trees no more stand
Like emerald pillars adorning the land---
And Elkhorn looks tired of running her rounds---
Where strangers are owning and changing the grounds---
But the bright waves roll on o'er its beautiful breast---
And try to conceal all its lines of unrest
We feel in the air that all things are changed
But our hearts from such scenes are never estranged
Tho' the years as they glide leave a change on the brow,
And the season of then's not the season of now.



Electronic reproduction. 2002. (Beyond the shelf, serving historic Kentuckiana th