Him half abashed the royal host withdrew In marble life the statues stood disposed; 20 30 Save one small loaf; this stretched his hand and took "Ahab Mohammed," spoke the vision then, 40 Go forth — thy gates the Mede bewildered flees, And Allah thank thy people on their knees. His deeds are more to God, yea more than finest gold." HENRY ROOTES JACKSON THE RED OLD HILLS OF GEORGIA The red old hills of Georgia! The red old hills of Georgia! I love them with devotion, Though washed so bleak and bare; How can my spirit e'er forget The warm hearts dwelling there? I love them for the living, The generous, kind, and gay; ΤΟ |