Atlanta Daily World

Still Slumbers Fast The
Violet
Where The Hill Is
Still slumbers fast the violet where the hill is
In its blue repose;
But embalmed snow-drops linger round the lilies
And the dewy rose.
The ship comes in from southern seas in splendor
And from the budding maple
The feathered choir pours out in all its tender
The hymn of ancient April
High above the skyline's silver lining
The cloud with pearly fold -
Flings wide unto the crimson curtain's twining
Of ribbons dipped in gold.
The flooding fields of speckled blankets be my Mentor
Where on last parting wing
The Ides a goodbye bid to shivering winter
And here is dreamy spring.
And with her will we strut the streets of Easter
Where Eden's fields are fair,
In ever blooms where comes the thirsty feaster
That feeds upon the air!
- THOMAS JEFFERSON FLANAGAN.
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