Virginia Poem Postcard

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In Old Virginia

I love the mountains wreathe din mist,
the twilight skies of amethyst,
The groves of ancient oaks sun-kissed
In Old Virginia

I love the gorgeous trumpet flowers.
Wild rose and honeysuckle flowers,
The woodland incense after showers
In Old Virginia

I love the laughter of the rills,
Cloud shadows stretched athwart the hills
The jocund sound of him who tills
In Old Virginia

I love the martial ranks of corn.
Their blades agleam with lights of morn,
The curtains of the night withdrawn
In Old Virginia

I love the Ocean's deep toned roar,
Surf-lashes to foam on wind-swept shore.
The spray-born rainbow arching o'er
In Old Virginia

I love the modest maidenhood.
The deference paid to womanhood
The chivalric and gentle boll
In Old Virginia

I love the native sod.
The simple faith that trusts in God.
The heads bowed neath the chastening rod.
In Old Virginia

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