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Poem
June 7, 1881
Staunton Spectator
Staunton, Virginia
What is this article about?
The poem 'The Shenandoah' yearns to be carried by the river's yellow tide through southern hills to a dream-like island of peace, eternal rest, and love, evoking Avalon and the isles of the blest while shunning earthly fame.
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ON THE SAVANNAH
J. W. Hilliker Horton: Author of Songs
THE SHENANDOAH.
Oh! bear me away on thy yellow tide,
'Mid the hills of the Southern land,
My shallop and me, with the moon for a guide
To the peace of Avilion's strand;
To the island valley of the poet's dream,
Where the stars on the lonely sea,
Shine with a bright, unearthly gleam,
When twilight falls on the dewy lea.
Flowers grow fair in the valleys of time,
Shadowed by hills of renown,
Come seasons of rest with the even's chime,
When the stars night's brow doth crown.
But I fain would go to that other isle,
Where the hills never shadow the flowers,
And the winds blow soft and low the while,
As Love measures out the hours.
The temple of fame on earth's beaten shore
I would pass without entering in,
And would leave unread its mystical lore
And its songs of the "might have been."
Though names are there I would ever remember,
Bright with the glory of age,
On the altar of time a smouldering ember,
And engraven on history's page.
Eternity's hymn, down the vista of time
Is drifting in grandeur along,
To the isles of the blest where the silver chime
Is chanting the same sweet song.
Then bear me away, oh! Southern stream,
To the goal of that Lethan lay,
My shallop and me while the still stars gleam,
And the shadows of earth drift away!
ON THE SAVANNAH
J. W. Hilliker Horton: Author of Songs
THE SHENANDOAH.
Oh! bear me away on thy yellow tide,
'Mid the hills of the Southern land,
My shallop and me, with the moon for a guide
To the peace of Avilion's strand;
To the island valley of the poet's dream,
Where the stars on the lonely sea,
Shine with a bright, unearthly gleam,
When twilight falls on the dewy lea.
Flowers grow fair in the valleys of time,
Shadowed by hills of renown,
Come seasons of rest with the even's chime,
When the stars night's brow doth crown.
But I fain would go to that other isle,
Where the hills never shadow the flowers,
And the winds blow soft and low the while,
As Love measures out the hours.
The temple of fame on earth's beaten shore
I would pass without entering in,
And would leave unread its mystical lore
And its songs of the "might have been."
Though names are there I would ever remember,
Bright with the glory of age,
On the altar of time a smouldering ember,
And engraven on history's page.
Eternity's hymn, down the vista of time
Is drifting in grandeur along,
To the isles of the blest where the silver chime
Is chanting the same sweet song.
Then bear me away, oh! Southern stream,
To the goal of that Lethan lay,
My shallop and me while the still stars gleam,
And the shadows of earth drift away!
What sub-type of article is it?
Song
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Nature Seasons
Religious Faith
What keywords are associated?
Shenandoah
Yellow Tide
Southern Land
Avalon Strand
Eternity Hymn
Southern Stream
What entities or persons were involved?
J. W. Hilliker Horton: Author Of Songs
Poem Details
Title
The Shenandoah.
Author
J. W. Hilliker Horton: Author Of Songs
Form / Style
Rhymed Stanzas
Key Lines
Oh! Bear Me Away On Thy Yellow Tide,
'Mid The Hills Of The Southern Land,
To The Island Valley Of The Poet's Dream,
Where The Stars On The Lonely Sea,
Then Bear Me Away, Oh! Southern Stream,