LIKE giant oaks of the forest, great nations have small beginnings. They are not born, like Minerva, in complete armor, strength, and wisdom. Three hundred years ago at Jamestown our nation had its birth in the indomitable will, courage, and patriotism of John Smith and his little band. Indomitable will, courage, and patriotism afterwards wrested it from the sway of a monarch's sceptre, and have ever since preserved it. And indomitable will, courage, and patriotism will uphold our flag, maintain our nation, and secure to our country THE BLESSINGS OF LIBERTY for all time. Pulaski, Virginia. J. C. WYSOR. A VISION OF RALEIGH I OFT have seen in watches of the night- For men grew in that air to rule themselves, I saw them land upon a little isle, Rear first the cross; then plant a starry flag And lo! a new-made England swam in view. 'Neath a new Heaven I saw a new Earth dawn. In yon vast spaces of that virgin land Men's minds grew great; their thoughts upsoared to God. As in old days, Jehovah spake again, On holy ground, from out the wilderness, And taught men secrets veiled from highest kings: That God's best gift to man is liberty; His chosen altar aye the patriot's heart. That neither Lords nor Kings can blind men's minds; Of Noble Aspirations and High Deeds. When Queenly, high enthroned amid the seas, Ne Tr. Memlage From his poem written for the Virginia Day Celebration at the Jamestown Exposition, June 12, 1907. 32 THE RED MAN Keeper of the Continent 'Til the coming of the Race for which it was destined. A Picturesque Figure Gradually vanishing from the Scene of former Supremacy, and Retreating westward before the encroachments of civilization. High Above the Old-World Savage In pride and prowess, in courage and dignity of character. Deep-tinged with poetry, and harboring in his soul the The Race of Hiawatha And “Laughing Water"; of our own dear Matoaca. HERE'S TO THE RED MAN : In life, all the blessings of our great Country! In death, the joys of "THE HAPPY HUNTING GROUNDS" Of his fathers! Radford, Virginia. JULIA WYATT BULLARD. BEHOLD a ship, whose faithful sail measured the ocean vast, And near this historic spot her solemn anchor cast. What then? Forest and stream, wigwam-huts, and the Red man's sovereign step in this New World. Three cycles pass-Behold once more! A host by land and sea, To celebrate the settlement ! All Praise! Lone town, So let it be! And scenes adjacent. Pale face home, how strange the history! POOR INDIAN! ANNA L. RANDOLPH PRICE. Marlinton, West Virginia. TO POCAHONTAS CHILD of the forest, though daughter of an emperor, scion of a savage race, yet mother of a sterling Christian stock, the redolence of thy loyal womanhood hath lingered wellnigh through three centuries, and ever will refresh the page of history. Though English royalty claimed thee as its favorite and a Briton took thee from the wilderness as his wife, THOU ART VIRGINIA'S PECULIAR HERITAGE and her lasting pride. Thy mortal remains long since have mingled with the dust of Albion, far, far away from the leafy haunts of thy forbears; but in memory, O Sylvan Maid, thou livest to-day in the Old Dominion as the type of all that maketh thy sex lovable. EVAN R. CHESTERMAN. Richmond. |