Download or read book Poems of Orion T. Dozier (Classic Reprint) written by Orion Theophilus Dozier and published by Forgotten Books. This book was released on 2018-01-25 with total page 274 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: Excerpt from Poems of Orion T. Dozier Once more the genial Southern sun Has called the roses into bloom, Once more the fragrant jessamine Lades all the air with sweet perfume; Once more the little mating birds In every bush and tree are seen, Once more the earth her carpet spreads Of softest velvet-grassy green. Once more the dove of peace is heard In every valley, glen and cove; Once more I come with rapturous heart To greet the comrades that I love; And freed from hate and prejudice, All bitter memories laid aside, My muse but wakes to sing the praise Of those who for my country died. And anon, here and there to lay A chaplet on some worthy brow Of glorious hero - yet alive And, as I place it, humbly bow, As well I should, with reverence due; For language is too weak to prove How deep, how strong the wond'rous depths Of my unfathomed founts of love. But would to God my struggling muse Could break the bonds that bind my soul, And let my wild, impassioned thoughts Like ocean's stormy billows roll While I so vainly now attempt To sing in lofty paeans grand That meed of praise to patriots due The heroes of my native land. With Heaven's face for music scroll And realms of space for octave bars, My clefs should be the sun and moon My music notes the blazing stars, And oh! I'd sing with lofty strain And sweep the gamut of the skies, 'ti11 every sleeping patriot's soul Should wake and from his grave arise! But oh! How feeble, weak am I, Poor, humble creature of the sod, Who deigns to touch a theme too grand For any being but that God Who rules the earth and realms above, Who speaks, and suns and worlds obey' He, only He, the living God Their meed of praise can ever pay. What tho' I had the cyclone's force, The flaming lightning for my tongue, A brain as broad as universe, My voice to tones of thunder strung, I still must fall unmeasured short In praise of those I fain would name, For God but made such God-like men To point the source from whence they came. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.