Georgia State School Items

FOREWORD
At the request of many teachers and superintendents, we publish in this issue of State School Items some practical material which we trust will be of assistance in preparing programs in celebration of Georgia's Two Hundredth Anniversary.
In behaH of the teachers and school children of Georgia. I extend heartfelt thanks to tho e who have so graciously made contributions and otherwise assisted in this work.
Mr. Ernest Neal, the poet laureate of Georgia. has contributed herein several original poems and has given us permission to use any poem desired.. from "The Georgia Book of Verse."
Mrs. R. H. Hankinson, president of the Georgia Congress of Parents and! Teachers, has contributed eight poems, which are especially applicable to the Georgia bicentennial celebration.
elle Womack Hines, the well known composer of Milledgeville, Georgia, contributes original verse and also gives us permission to use any desired selections from her book of poems, "Home Keeping Hearts."
Dr. Thornwell Jacobs graciously permits us to use selections from his "Oglethorpe Book of Georgia Verse."
To all of these and to others who have a isted in the preparation of this work, we extend our thanks.
M. D. COLLINS,
State Superintendent of Schools

GEORGIA

"GEORGIA" was madelhe official .onl[ of IheSlale of Georl[ia by acl of lhe General Aasembly 1922

Word. by Robert Loyeman

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SWEETEST DAUGHTER OF THE SOUTHLAND
(By Lucian L. Knight)
Sweetest daughter of the Southland, Georgia, thee I love the best; Every note thy woods awaking Stirs an anthem in my breast, Every stream of music {Jowing To the soft encircling sea Every breeze of heaven blowing Sing to me A song of Thee.
Land of roses and of beautyFlowery gems in every valeWhere the breath of nature's children Sweetens every wandering gale; Where the mountains weave their magic, And the rivers broad and free, Hymn the glory of the sunset, Shaming Thee, 0 Italy.
Still as in the days now vanished, Do thy soft blue heavens bend: StiII thy roving buds of springtime Humbly at my feet attend. Every pale, white {Jower peeping From the clover-curtained lea, Every rose the lattice creeping Sighs to me, and sighs of Thee.
Still the mystic warmth of summer Braids the landscape into bloom, Still the bright-eyed morning glory Robs the twilight of its gloom. Still thy sons and brave and tender, Still thy daughters fair to see: And the same old stars still shining Sift on me sweet dreams of Thee.
Georgia, every vale and mountain Every bloom thy bosom yields, Every stream, though yellow, {Jowing Every old stump in thy fields; Every cabin on the hillside, Every gentle maid I see, Every briar, blade and blossom Stirs in me fresh love of Thee.
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Oh, when I am worn and weary, In a nook reserved for me, Where my kindred long have slumbered May I sleep with them and thee. When the soil that gave me being, Sets my trembling spirit free, Take, 0 take me to thy bosom, Folding me asleep in Thee.
THE RED OLD HILLS OF GEORGIA
(By Henry Haoles Jackson)
The red old hills of Georgia, So bold and bare and bleak;
Their memory fills my spirit With thoughts I cannot speak.
They have no robe of verdure; Stript naked to the blast,
And yet, of all the varied earth, I love them best at last.
The red old hills of Georgia, My heart is on them now;
Where, fed from golden streamlets, Oconee's water flow.
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;
And for the dead who slumber Within their breasts of clay;
I love them for the bounty Which cheers the social hearth;
I love them for their rosy girls, The fairest on the earth.
The red old hills of Georgia, Where, where upon the face
Of earth is freedom's spirit More bright in any race~
In Switzerland and Scotland, Each patriot breast it fiUs;
But sure it blazes brighter yet Among our Georgia Hills.
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And when upon their surface, I heart to feeling dead~
And when has needy stranger Gone from those hills unfed~
There bravery and kindness For aye, go hand in hand,
Upon your washed and naked hills, "My own, my native land."
The red old hills of Georgia, I never can forget:
Amid life's joys and sorrows, My heart is on them yet.
And when my course is ended, 'Vhen life her web has wove,
Ohl may I then, beneath those hills, Lie close to them I love.
SO G OF THE CHATTAHOOCHEE
(By Sidney Lanier)
Out of the hills of Haber ham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain, Run the rapids and leap the fall, Split at the rock and together again, Accept my bed, or narrow or wide, And Oee from folly on every side With a lover's pain to attain the plain Far from the hills of Habersham, Far from the valleys of Hall.
All down the hills of Habersham, All through the valleys of Hall, The rushes cried Abide, abide, The willful waterweeds held me thrall, The loving laurel turned my tide, The ferns and the fondling grass said Stay, The dewberry dipped for to work delay, And the little reeds sighed Abide, abide, Here in the hills oC Habersham, . Here in the valleys of Hall.
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High o'er the hills of Habersham, Veiling the valleys of Hall, The hickory told me manifold Fair tales of shade, the poplar tall Wrought me her shadowy self to hold, The chestnut, the oak, the walnut, the pine Overleaning, with llickering meaning and sign, Said, Pass not, so cold these manifold Deep shades of the hills of Habersham, These glades in the valleys of Hall.
And oft in the hills of Habersham, And oft in the valleys of Hall, The white quartz shone, and the smooth brook stone Did bar me of passage with friendly brawl, And many a luminous jewel lone -Crystals clear or a-cloud with mist, Ruby, garnet and amethystMade lures with the lights of streaming stone In the clefts of the hills of Habersham, In the beds of the valleys of Hall.
But oh, not the hills of Habersham, And oh, not the valleys of Hall Avail: I am fain for to water the plain, Downward the voices of Duty callDownward, to toil and be mixed with the main, The dry fields burn, and the mills are to turn, And a myriad Oowers mortally yearn, And the lordly main from beyond the plain Calls o'er the hills of Habersham, Calls through the valleys of Hall.
HERE'S GEORGIA
(By Frank Stanton)
Singin' the song of Hope and Home, Here's Georgia. Fields light-white with Oeecy foam, Here's Georgia. Where corn hangs heavy and climbs so high It tells the gold in the mines "Good bye" And hides the hills from the moroin' sky. Here's Georgia.
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Call 0' the golden-hearted hills Of Georgia The gold-deep mines and the whirrin' mills Of Georgia. Clear as the mornin's trumpet call, The notes of the message rise and fall: "Hearts to hold you and room for all In Georgia."
Her tables creak by plenty spread By Georgia. With Peace herself for to bless the bread For Georgia. The WELCOME word is the word we know; God's own land where the good things grow The horn 0' Plenty's the horn we blow In Georgia.

Upon request, the following verse was contributed to the children and teachers of Georgia by the poet laureate of Georgia, Ernest eat.

GEORGIA, A BI-CENTENNIAL SONG

Galaxies bright With clustering stars
Beam on with a light That time never mars.
Oglethorpe shines In first magnitude
And Georgia enshrines His name with the good.

Star-kist its trees, Bonaventure's grove-
Perfuming the breezeStill whispers of love.
"Non sibi,' it says, 'Sed Allis' we live;
To the helpless always A helping hand give."

Proud Ship of State, Two centuries gone,
New triumphs await Ever sail onl sail on!
Sail on as far As God may decree.
'Neath Hope's guiding star, Over Love's deep sea.
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-Ernest Neal.

GEORGIA MY HERITAGE
(By Ernest Neal)
Mine are thy red old hills and plains that reach To lone sand dunes where wild waves cry;
The lyric songs of surf upon thy beach; The soughing pines on mountains high.
When twilight spills thru evening shadows gray Thy hills are guardian angels unto me;
And boats agloam in a Georgia bay Are dream-laden ships in a silvery sea.
I love the silent language of the moon, The sweet still song of stars at night;
The hush of mom, the glow of noon, And a GeOrgia sunset's glorious light.
Thy soul in sea and sky, my Georgia land, A heritage of dreams bestows on me;
The "Commonwealth of Landscapes" all command No selfish title grants in simple fee.
*-*-* ONEO TA
(A Garden of Dreams)
(By Ernest Neal)
A poem bearing the above title was inspired and written on a midsummer moonlit night under the charm of "Oneonta," a beautiful garden surrounding the home of Mrs. L. E. Judd, near Dalton, Ga. The poem is dramatic and many critics consider it my masterpiece, thus far. The stanzas here printed close the poem.
"Let us pause here a moment and ponder," Said Psyche, in tones like the notes of a lute,
"Let us rest near that birdcot yonder, Where, dreaming in silence, the daybirds are mute,
But the songs that they sang in the daytime, Tho' lost on the ears that never took heed,
Yon mocking bird caught to make the glad Maytime This night doth need.
He's the poet of love and of beauty, And he catches the songs that he hears
In the daytime of work and of duty, For the nighttime of sorrow and tears."
Thus in psychic communion I capture Bright visions that shndowless gleam,
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SONG TO GEORGIA
Silent and deep As calm waters blue,
In our hearts we keep Bright mem'ries of you.

Tranquil and high, Deep-mirrored you be;
For you are the sky, Our souls are the sea.

Clouds can't obscure The light of your face,
Nor your image, so pure, Can storm-clouds erase.

These pass awayAgain comes the blue;
Whatever the day, We are living for you.
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INSPIRATION
He's but a spineless worm I know, More boneless than the sloth;
Yet, in the dust emits the glow Of starlight-Though a moth.
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AUGUST IN GEORGIA
Softly, sweet with dreamy hours, Comes the summer's wanton queen;
August, robed and wreathed in flowers, Lounges on her couch of green.
June and July, tender smiling, Joyous shone on fields of toil;
And, with gentle love beguiling, Wooed the gifts of gen'rous soil. ow their languid sister, glowing In the charm of land and sky,
Heir to rest and things a-growingFruits mature and crops laid by-
Bids us rest, and, resting, treasure Blessings in her soothing light;
Dreaming day-dreams, finding pleasure In her voices of the night.
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-Ernest Neal. -Ernest Neal.

Drowsy Augu t, foot-sore mortals With thee rest in gentle peace;
In thy flower-trelli ed portals Hearts from orrow find surcease.
Take of me and all the nation Thanks and praises to thee due;
Queen of ummer and vacation, , Teath thy smile's a dream come true.
-By Ernest. eal From A Second Book of Verse.
Upon request, the following verse was prepared for Georgia Slate School Items by Mrs. R. H. Hankinson, President of the Georgia Congress of Parents and Teachers.
THE GOOD SHIP ANNE
Strange little ship, with your much stranger cargo, Your passenger list of men cumbered with debtBreaking the shackles from wrists that were wearing them, Binding the wounds that men nevever forget.
Scarce do you dream of the terrors before youLong, misty fingers that threaten your life; Davy Jones' locker; and danger incarnate Out where the billowing tempest are rife.
Watching, in spirit, I follow your journey, Catching a gleam of the purpose you bringJustice for men overwhelmingly burdened, Justice for men, and a trust for a king.
Forgetting the lowlands of pain and afiliction, Straightway you sail to the regions unseenRegions of hope, and of love's aspiration, The realm of compas ion, uplifting, serene.
Brave little ship, you hold much in your lockerStrength for the fallen; and sight for the blind; Faith in the future of men and of nations. Safe-harboured in Georgia you bless humankind.
-Christine Park Hankirnon.
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BUILDERS
Acros two centuries they come, These phantom Georgians in review. James Edward Oglethorpe appears To lead the shining retinue.
Three statesmen pass. They wrote in fire The Credo of our liberty; Then martial hosts in blue attireDefenders of the colony.
Brave ancy Hart is coming now With all that Patriot company.
he wears a garland on her browThe laurel wreath of victory.
Here strolls Lanier. His golden flute ings out a message to mankind
In minor key, attuned to suit The hearts of tho e who walk behind.
And Crawford Long, in pity, bears A magic potion in his hand. Now soldiers march to martial airs With Lee and Jackson in command.
Then fair young belles from Wesleyan Trip chastely through a minuet; The tune, a lilting pot-pourri, Like withered thyme and mignonette.
The Wesleys come; "Brer Rabbit," too, Adown the Georgia thoroughfare; And darkies at a barbecue; And little children everywhere.
ow Henry Grady passes by With ilver trumpet at his mouth. One motif peals repeatedly; "One nation all. 0 orth, no South."
And still they come, these shadow folk, Adown the year. , in fine array; Each dream fulfilled a masterstroke That built the Georgia of today.
-Christine Park Hankimon.
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FOR OTHERS
The night was wrapped in darkness; and the cell Where lay Castell was darker still. His years Were young. His book-his happy dream-so well Begun, had brought a poor reward. The jeers Of little men, the debt, the prison wall, I The ashes of despair, disease, and death Had followed madly, one by one. A call Celestial opened prison doors.
The breath of Justice had a dear and courteous host In Oglethorpe. And in that awful hour Our state of Georgia had its birth; our boast "Not for ourselves, but others." And the power And glory of that fine philanthrophy Is goodly heritage for you and me.
-Christine Park Hankinson.
THE INDIAN'S LAME T
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I must leave the Georgia valleys where the laughing waters run. I must leave the silent forests. I must find the setting sun. No Paleface knows the sorrow that fills the Redman's heart; And none shall know my soul-cry when Moccasins depart.
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Perhaps, again, my arrow will find the buffalo. The Brave may find the warpath; may vanquish hOitile foe; But I shall still be yearning for lovely Georgia mounds, And singing Georgia waters, and Georgia hunting grounds.
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The rising sun will call me, and I shall ay "Farewell," And journey to the westward. To the westward I must dwell! And none who sees me going shall sense my soul's unrest, Unless, perhaps, some Paleface who, too, is moving west.
-Christine Park Hankinson.
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INDIAN SPRINGS
What are you murmuring, Clear little spring~ What is your burden~ The story you bring~
"Dew of the morn; Voice of the rain; Lost for a day; Coming again
Down from the hill, Through the red clay; Pregnant with knowledge Of yesterday-
LiCe in shadow Long aeons ago; And man's evolution; Plain and plateau
Lifted to walk on; Seas to sail; Summer's enchantment; Winter's gale;
Draft for the paniard And Indian Brave, English and French, Freeman and slave.
Out of the rock A wild refugee, Over and over Externally."
-Christine Park Hankinson.
FOR THESE
I love the blue-white mystery Of Georgia Spring; The red-bud prays; the wheeling sun; The caroling Of mocking bird; the jasmine's gold; And all the miracle of mold And blossom in the wood and wold.
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I love the little Georgia homes That have a way Of sleeping in the summer sun AI> if the day And night were one. I love the gust That wraps the roadbed in the ru t And copper of our Georgia dust.
I love the Autumn' cotton arm ; The soothing sighs Of Georgia pines; The winter winds Sweet lullabies For pas ing year. I love the od Whereon our noble Founder trod. For these I thank Thee, kneeling, God.
-Christine Park Hankinson.
WHITE MAG OLIAS
Theology i truth revealed I humbly stand, head bowed, unshod, When white magnolias, blo oming, Present their fragrant hearts to God.
Their credo is their purity; Their offering, their hearts of gold I join them in their ecret prayer With upplications manifold.
The silent ermons penetrate The farth t corner of the glen I clo e my eyes and meditateHow futile are the words of men!
In blossom opening I read The purpo of life expr ed In seed, and soil, and sun, and rain, And God; and beauty at its best.
I break my alaba ter box pon the weetly fragrant od;
And in the wirling ecstasy I find revealed the word of God.
-Christine Park Hankinson.
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NUPTIALS

The heavens spread a cloth of blue, cloud-pied;

The wild azalea's rosy hue

Decked flaming maid beside

The bride



In white. The mocking bird above

Sang, "God is love."

At whispered, "I obey,"

The sun's glad ray

Poured out a benediction on the scene

Of love sereneI

I saw the ceremony in full swing when Geurgia Dogwood was the bride of Spring.
-Christine Park Hankinson.

A GEORGIA GREETING
Take a bit of Georgia sunshine Add a drop of sparkling dew,
Just a pinch of crimson sunset And a ro e of tender hue;
Just a slice of fondest wishes And a violet or two
Mix them well-a Georgia Greeting And I'm ending it to you.
-By Nelle Womack Hines. From Home Keeping Hearts.
THE WAY PAP READ IT
Pap was readio' 0' Riley's poems And this wa the way he read:
"When the frost is on your punkin"Then he stopped and scratched his head.
"Didn't think he'd be a-makin' Fun o'gray hairs," he oftly said;
"Yas-the frost IS 00 my punkin, But I'd ruther he'd call it head."
-By Nelle Womack Hines. From Home Keeping Hearts.
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JUST THE SAME
You may walk the narrow way And be careful what you say, But the Colks will talk about you
Just the s~e. You may own a rosy cheek Caused by walking 'til you're weak, But they'll say you put it on there
Just the same. You may sing a little song Be it short or be it long, There'll be some to criticise you
Just the same You may try to help the town Make it beautiCul around, But the Colks will say you're meddling
Just the same. So what's the difference Some were born but to complain, But they'll all be dead a hundred years Crom now.
Just the same Just the sameSo go on and do your duty Just the same.
-By Nelle Womack Hines. From Home Keeping Hearts.
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The following selections are taken from The Oglethorpe Book of Georgia Verle (Dr. Thornwell Jacobs, Editor.) and are reprinted with the special permission of Dr. Jacobs and the Oglethorpe University Press.
RAIN SONG
(By RoberL Looeman)
It isn't raining rain to me, It's raining daffodils;
In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on the hills.
The clouds of gray engulf the day And overwhelm the town;
It isn't raining rain to me. It's raining roses down.
It isn't raining rain to me, But fields of clover bloom,
Where every buccaneering bee May find a bed and room.
A health unto the happyI A fig to him who fretsl-
It isn't raining rain to me, It's raining violets.
Thomas Holly Chivers, native of Wilkes County, studied medicine, but found little consolation in the practice of his chosen profession. He loved the beauty which was manifest about him and devoted many hours to fashioning songs of Georgia, which will live as long as we have a state.
GEORGIA WATERS
On thy waters, thy sweet valley waters, Ohl Georgial how happy are we! When thy daughters, thy sweet-smiling daughters, Once gathered sweet-william for me. Ohl thy wildwood, thy dark shady wildwood Has many bright visions for me; For my childhood, my bright rosy childhood Was cradled, dear Georgia, in thee.
On thy mountains, thy green purple mountains, The seasons are waiting on thee; And thy fountains, thy clear cr)stal fountains Are making sweet music for me. Ohl thy waters, thy sweet valley waters Are dearer than any to me; For thy daughters, thy sweet-smiling daughters Ohl Georgial give beauty to thee.
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The very beginnings of literary and religious culture in Georgia are found in the hymns of John and Charles Wesley, the founder of Methodism. Their first Church, Christ church, i celebrating its two-hundredth anniversary along with the state of Georgia. Below is one of the most famous of Charles Wesley's hymns now sung each Sabbath by millions.
JESUS, LOVER OF MY SOUL
Jesus, Lover of My soul, Let me to thy bo om 1y, 'Vhile the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high, Hide me, 0 my aviour, hide, Till the torm of life i past;
aCe into the haven guide,
o receive my soul at last.
TALLULAH DAM
(By Ernest Hartsock) The resentment of a poet, a native of Georgia, is expressed in Ernest Hartsock's 'Tallulah Dam.' This young man ha been called 'The Little Keats of Georgia.' Like Keats he wa of slight build, highly imaginative, and tlied at the peak of hi geniu.
Where once the Oood of Oowering thunder roared Over the cliff in barbarou eloquence, Cleaving its conquest with a golden word Down thru the granite's black embattlements, Today a dam of concrete sternly rifles A thousand tons of silence in its breast, That tli tant engines like continual rilles May fire the electric challenge of unrest.
ow does the river' ong cleave to its mouth; topped with the gags of commerce in its tongue. Beauty i ilent now. And onl drought Echoe the glory that the thunder sung. How shall the sons of industry rejoice, Who robbed the inging river of its voice~
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Another of the Seven Wonders of Georgia is aptly described in Hartsock's 'Okefenokee Swamp.'
A wilderness of water-oaks and moss And mocca ins like limbs of rotting logsThis is a jungle mortals dare not cross, Dim-sentineled by hoot owls and by frogs. The lily and the pickerel weed grow rank Where turtles sun their geometric roofs. A hog bear cracks the brush; where a deer drank There snaps the clattering of elfin hoofs.
This is a refuge for all hunted things. So wildcat and the crocodile, veneered By nature, lurk for soft, unwary wings. This is a refuge for the wild and weird, And those who know declare that hunted men May enter here and not be seen again.
OGLETHORPE
(By Dr. Lucian Lamar Knight)
The knightliest Englishman to cross the seas, Best of the greatest, greatest of the best, Who born to luxury relinquished ease To plant an inCant England in the West.
Inur'd to arms, in velvet garb he cloaked The dauntless spirit of a warrior bold, And in the gentlest chivalry he yoked, The belt of knighthood to a heart of gold.
When creditors, without remorse preferred Writs against debtors-into loathsome cells Hurled indigent insolvents, undeterred By Justice in a land of abbath bells.
From lofty heights he meekly stooped to lift The lowly up; in sacrifice he made Both of his means and of himself a gift With which the debtors debt was doubly paid.
Humanitarian, soldier, seer and sagel Thy gentleness indeed hath made thee great, . Worthy to live, on History's storied page, The imperial founder of an Empire State.
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"WHO IS THIS THAT COMES TO DISTURB MY REST?"
(At tM opening of tM Burial Vault of General Oglellwrpe at Cranham,
England, October 10, 1923, 4:30 P. M.)
(By Tlwrnwell Jacobs)
Oglethorpe, awake, it is wei From Georgia, thy Georgia,-dost recam Castell-the Anne---i>ld Charleston-then the bluff Of densely wooded YamacrawSavannah, drawn by thine own handOld Ebenezer-Frederica-Spanish gunsAnd that red day at Bloody Marsh? Awake, we come for thee! Numbered no longer by an hundred and a score, But million-voiced, we calli Come, see the travail of thy soul: Glynn's marshes, to sweet music their Lanier Hath taught, wave rhythmed welcome. Tomochichi beckons, though his Creeks Have followed fair Ioskeha to the west. Cities by hundreds hum their grateful notes Within the land thou gavest them, Wherefrom great commonwealths have sprung. Rich Birmingham is thine, Augusta fair, Electric thine Columbus, where the Chattahoochee roars, While at thy Georgia's farthest western bounds, By mighty Mississippi, Vicksburg waits. And 10, thy capital upon her watchful ridge, Atlanta toils and sings and dreams of thee!
o Founder-father, Oglethorpe, awakel
Thou art no longer precious dust Nor group of sacred bones, But living once again thou hast become Monarch of millions! Dominant, again thy will prevails. Hear this thy praise that rings throughout the land. Thine is this adulation, this vast love, Thine this memorial university, Wherein thou canst unhand thy mighty soul And teach us, as of yore, thy fairest dreams Of friendship, militant for sad humanity, Of conduct mailed in wise sobriety, Of human liberty, uncowed by slaves, Of Anglo-Saxon oneness, 0 thou first American and Englishman in one. Thou honored chief of England's swords Who would not fight against thy flesh and blood,
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Didst see alar that vaster Essex, That sisterhood of nations, Saxon wombed, To whose warm heart and steady will A world hegemony would come~ Great Oglethorpe, awake from visioned sleep! All thou hast dreamed is truel At last, thy morning dawns And thou dost rise, a kingl
THE CHEROKEE ROSE
(State Flower)
(By Daniel Garnett Bickers)
This little country mother of all the roses rare Must cling to the heather home-spot with love and a wistful care; Away, and a few strange hours, she droops and withers and dies; To be at her best she must, smiling, live out under open skies, And her face is never so radiant as alter the storm has past It's drenched with the tears of the heavens, And so at last-at last, Away from the rich red beauties, intoxicant with flame; Away from the cultured blossoms that in gorgeous gowning came, Away from the wearying changefulness, variety and art Of her artificial daughters. Back, back to the mother-heartI The same she was in the years ago when the Indian maiden kissed Her snowy lips and the same she'll be when you and I are missedComing when Summer has called her, living her life of good In her own appointed home-place, in heather, on road-side, in woodThis mother of all the roses, dainty in delicate grace, With petals of alabaster, the light of God's smile on her face.
GEORGIA
G for King George who gave us a name. E for old England, whence the first came.
o for brave Oglethorpe, gallant and true.
R for the Rights which he won for you. G for the Greatness of our loved State. I for the Ideals we should emulate. A is Allelulia for Georgia l
-Ella May Thornton.
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Henry W. Grady's speech in Dallas, Texas, October 26, 1887.

corrON IS KI G

"Amid this universal conflict where stand the outh~ While the producer

of everything we eat and wear, in every land, is fighting through glutted mar-

kets for bare existence, what of the Southern farmer~ In his indu trial, as

in his political problem, he is set apart-not in doubt, but in assured indepen-

dence. Cotton makes him king. ot the fleeces that Jason sought can

rival the riches of this plant, as it unfurls its banners in our fields. It is

gold from the instant it puts forth its tiny shoot. The shower that whispers

to it is heard around the world. The trespass of a worm on its green leaf

means more to England than the advance of the Russians on her Asiatic

outposts.



" 0 one crop will make a people prosperous. If cotton held its monopoly

under conditions that made other crops impo sible-Qr under allurements

that made other crops exceptional-its dominion would be despotism.

"Whenever the greed for a money crop unbalances the wisdom of husbandry,

the money crop is a curse. When it stimulates the general economy of the

farm, it i the profiting of farming. In an unprosperous strip of Carolina,

when asked the cause of their poverty, the people say, "Tobacco-for it is

our only crop." In Lancaster, Pennsylvania, the riche t American county

by the census, when asked the cause of their prosperity, they say, "Tobacco

-for it is the golden crown of a diversified agriculture." The soil that pro-

duces cotton, invites the grains and grasses, the orchard, and the vine. Clover,

corn, cotton, wheat and barley thrive in this same inclosure. The peach,

the apple, the apricot, and the iberian crab in the same orchard. Herds and

flocks graze ten months every year in meadows over which winter is but a

passing breath, and in which spring and autumn meet in summer's heat.

ugar-cane and oats, rice and potatoes are extremes that come together

under our skies. To rai e cotton and send its princely revenues to the West

for supplies, and to the East for usury, would be misfortune if soil and climate

forced such a course. When both invite independence, to remain in slavery

is a crime. To mortgage our farms in Bo ton for money with which to buy

meat and bread from Western crib and smokehouses, is folly unspeakable.

I rejoice that Texas is less open to this charge than others of the cotton

states. With her eight)' million bushels of grain, and her si~n million

head of stock she is rapidly learning that diversified agriculture means pros-

perity. Indeed, the South is rapidly learning the same lesson, and learned

through years of debt and dependence it will never be forgotten. The best

thing Georgia has done in twenty years was to raise her oat crop in one

season from two million to nine million bushels, without losing a bale of her

cotton. It is more for the South that he has increased here crop of corn-

that best of grains, of which Samuel J. Tilden said, "It will be the staple

food of the future, and men will be stronger and better when the day comes"

-by forty three million bushels this year, than to have won a pivotal battIe

in the late war. In this one item she keeps at home this year a sum equal to

the entire cotton crop of my State, that last year went to the We t.

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"This is the road to pro perity. It is the way to manliness and sturdiness of character. 'When every farmer in the South shall eat bread from his own fields and meat from his own pastures, and, disturbed by no creditor and enslaved by no debt, shall sit amid his teeming gardens, and orchards, and vineyards, and dairies, and barnyards, pitching his crops in his own wisdom, and growing them in independence, making cotton his clean surplus, and selling it in his own time, and in his cho en market, and not at a master's bidding-getting his pay in cash, and not in a receipted mortgage that discharges his debt but does not restore his freedom-then shall be breaking the fulness of our day. Great is King Cotton! But to lie at his feet while the usurer and grain raiser bind us in subjection, is to invite the contempt of man and the reproach of God. But to stand up before him and amid our crops and smokehouses wrest from him the magna charta of our independence and to establi h in his name an ample and diversified agriculture that shall honor him while it enriched us-this is to carry us as far in the way of happiness and independence, as the farmer working in the fullest wisdom, and in the richest field, can carry any people."
Speech delivered before the Alumni Society of The University of Georgia by Benjamin H. Hill, July 31,1871.
The beginning of all improvement in Georgia lies in the enlargement of our system of education. Education is like water; to fructify, it must descend. Pour out floods at the ba e of society, and only at the base, and it will saturate, stagnate, and destroy. Pour it out on the summit, and it will quietly and constantly percolate and descend, germinating every seed, feeding every root, until over the whole area, from ummit to base, will spring "the tender blade and then the ear, and then the full corn in the ear." Education is the one ubject for which no people ever paid too much. Indeed, the more they pay the richer they become. othing is so costly as ignorance and nothing so cheap as knowledge. Even under old civilizations, the tates and people who provided the greatest educational di emination and advantages were always the most wealthy, the most powerful, the mo t feared and respected by others, and the most secure in every right of person and property among themselves. And thi truth will be tenfold more manifest in the future than it has been in the past. The very right arm of all future national power will rest in the education of the people. Modern physical sciences are writing many changes in the longestablished maxims of political economy. Capital no longer patronizingly employs labor, but enlightened it should be invested. Industry-educated industry, has taken possession of the exhaustless stores of nature, and of nature's forces; is daily lifting up her hands, full of all new inventions; is filling the earth with her instruments of elevation and improvement; is grasping continents and binding the nations in a bundle, and with right royal confidence, is bidding kings and rulers, empires, and republics, obey."
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Judge Waller Charlton at the unveiling of Oglethorpe's statute in Savannah, November 23, 1910.
"He (Oglethorpe) had striven with success for the betterment of the weak and helpless in an age of abject selfishness. He had made an empire worth a handful of the oppressed of earth, and the work had survived. He had overcome the Indian by persuasion and kindness and won the abiding friendship of the savages he had been sent to slay. He had encountered the most powerful foe of England and driven him in disastrous defeat before his scant battle line. Reversing all the traditions of Colonial administration, he had been tolerant and just. He was a builder, not an iconoclast; a statesman, and not a schemer; a soldier, and not a plunderer.
"Brave and wise and merciful, the end he accomplished placed him in historic perspective a century ahead of the day in which he worked. Honest in an era of guile, without fear and without reproach, he comes to us with his unstained record, to live so long as Georgians shall stand upon the ancient ways and see and approve the better things of liCe. In all his brilliant career in the hour of stress, in the moment of victory-no clamorous sound of vain and self-applauding words came from his lips. There was no need. That which he did sends its triumphant peans down the centuries; and over his illustrious career Georgia stands guard forever,"
~* Letler written to young brother Linton by Alex. Slephens.
"Be true to yourself now, in the days of your youth. Improve your mind; apply yourself to your books; and when I am silent in the grave you may then be treading the Doors now presented to my eye, honored with office of the highest rank.. Always look up; think of nothing but object of the highest ambition which can be compassed by energy, virtue, and strict morality, with a reliance upon a holy, pure, and all-ruling Providence. But never forget your dependence and mortality. Let them be your morning and evening musings; and in all things do nothing on which you could not invoke the Divine blessing,"
From address made by Sidney Lanier to the students of Johns Hopkins University.
"Can not one say with authority to the young artist, whether working in stone, in color, in tones, or in character-forms of the novel: So far from dreading that your moral purpose will interfere with your beautiful creation, go forward in the clear conviction that unless you are suffused-soul and body, one might say-with that moral purpose which finds its largest expression in love; that is, the love of all things in their proper relation; unless you are suffused with this love, do not dare to meddle with beauty; unless you are suffused with beauty do not dare meddle with love;' unless you are suffused with truth, do not dare meddle with goodness; in a word, unless you are suffused with truth, wisdom, goodness, and love, abandon the hope that the ages will accept you as an artist,"
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Georgia's first ettlers came acro s the seas, and the lure and beauty of the sea has lingered in the hearts of the children of those first settlers. A beautiful thought is expressed in the following poem from The Waycross HeraldJournal.

SUBSTITUTE

Any time you think you are Lonesome for the sea. Stand in windy weather By an old pine tree; Close your eyes and listen To the long, dull roar Of rolling waves and breakers Wa hing on the shore.

-Aileen L. Fisher.

IT'S GREAT TO BE A GEORGIAN
It's great to be a Georgian! And that is why I sing
Of all the lovely wonders he brings us with her spring.
he spreads a velvet carpet Of living, glowing, greenAnd in each fairy footstep A violet is seen. There's honeysuckle bowers On hillside; in her dells A million bird-notes floating; She weaves her magic spells And 101 the red-bud flauntingThe yellow jasamine swings And sways in tuneful rhythm; And my heart sings and sings Her praise for all this beauty From mountain to her sea. Oh Georgia! glorious mother! You're wonderful to mel
-By Nelle Womack Hines. From Home Keeping Hearts.
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GEORGIA SCENES
Oh, for the gift of Bobby Burl1:i! I'd write a song in praise
Of Georgia scenes and Georgia homes In imple southern phrase.
'Twould touch and chlN'm the souls of men Like his own Scotti h lay .
For sure 'mong cotia's rugged hills o purer life can be
Than blooms on Georgia's varied slope From her mountains to the sea. or marsh nor cove less charming are Than bight and glen and lea.
Where Oostanaula's flowing tide Makes music to the ear,
And fertile valleys spreading wide Among the hills appear.
You'll find the Georgia cotter's home And all its inmates dear.
Here Saturday night's much the same As on the Ayr or Clyde;
The Holy Book whose "heavenly flame" Lit Scotia's ingleside
This hearthstone 'lumes, and Jesus' name And love and peace abide.
The bairns, or chaps, it matters not Whatever name we give-
Perhaps 'mong these, one little tot May in the White House live,
And for each scolding that he got Ten thousand cheers receive.
God bless the barefoot country boyThe home-spanked, prayed-for kind-
That catches bird notes in his heart And sunbeams in his mind;
His pants uncreased, he'll make a man By ature's law refined.
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In field with flaky cotton white, Or green with graceful waving corn, In honest toil he finds delight And knows no task to hirk or scorn, But welcomes rest that comes with night To limb by faithful labor worn. weet, gentle sle pI How soft, how oon Thy mantle falls upon the farm! When katydid hum their drow y tune In dewy woodland' helt'ring arm, And the mellow light of full-orbed moon Flood the cene with dreamy charm.
-By Ernest Neal. From A Second Book of Ver e.
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SUGGESTIVE LIST OF MATERIAL FOR MAKI G BOOKLETS 0 GEORGIA
State flag and state flower (in color) price 10 cents each. Purchase from Department of Archives and History, 1516 Peachtree Road, Atlanta, Ga.
Picture of Gen. Oglethorpe, his monument at avannah and Tomochici's monument at Savannah (in black and white) also tate flag in color. Price 5 cents per set; 8 cents for 25 cents. Purchase from Lyons, Harri and Brooks, Wall St., Macon, Ga.
Midweek Pictorial ews of New York Times, February 8, 1933, price 15 cent. (Four sheets of colored pictures, brown and white). Purchase from Georgia ews Company, 31 orth Ave., Atlanta, Ga.
Souvenir stamps (red and green, for decoration only) price 35 cents per hundred. Purcha e from Mrs. W. W. DeRenne, "\Vormsloe," avannah, Ga.
Colored po t card pictures of Cherokee ro e and Georgia bird, Brown Thrasher, with verses on each card, price 5 cents each. (Complete set of 9, all different.) Purchase from Miss Virginia Milmow, Kimball Hotel, Atlanta, Ga.
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