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WITH A SPRIG OF WHITE
HEATHER.
[Poem by Wallace Bruce, sent from Edinburgh to Col. T. T. Wright.]
A sprig of bonnie white
heather
I send, dear Atlanta, to thee,
Where the Scotch-Irish Congress foregather
With joy in the land of the free.
From the heart of old
Scotia's mountains
It speaks of your fathers and mine;
A health to Georgia's bright fountains,
Where shamrock and heather entwine.
The spray that I send as a
token
May wither and fade by the way;
Love's white-winged whisper, once spoken,
Abides and endureth for aye.
As the pollen dust out
floats the petal
Of roses sent over the sea,
So here is to the old Gaelic metal
Surviving, my country, in thee. |
