Queen Magnolia's splendor?
One wan, hot noon. His path was strewn,
Whose love did all love quicken,
With leaves of palm while song and psalm
Held all the world to listen.
For His dear sake, the palm we'll take—
Each frond shall be a prayer
That He will guide, whate'er betide,
Until we meet Him there.
CHARLES J. WOODBURY.