Theodosia Garrison
SWEETHEART-LADY
De roses lean ter love her an' des won't leave de place;
De climbin' mawnin'-glories sweet-smilin' in her face;
De twinklin' pathway know her an' seem ter pass de word,
An' de South Win' singin' ter her ter match de mockin'-bird.
She sweetheart ter de Springtime,
W'en de dreamy roses stir,
An' Winter shine lak' Summer
An' wear a rose fer her.
"Sweetheart!" sing de Medder, w'en lak' de light she pass;
De River take de tune up: "Make me yo' lookin'-glass!"
But des who her true lover she never let 'em know;
De Win' is sich a tell-tale, an' de River run on so!
But Springtime come a-courtin'
An' let de blossoms fall,
An' Summer say: "I loves you!"
She sweetheart ter 'em ALL!
Frank L. Stanton
HEART'S GARDEN
I have a garden filled with many flowers:
The mignonette, the sweet-pea, and the rose,
Daisies, and daffodils, whose color glows
The fairer for the verdure which embowers
Their beauty, and sets forth their hidden powers
To charm my heart, whenever at the close
Of day's dull hurry I would seek repose
In my still garden through the darkening hours.