Harpeth Hall School - Milestones Iris Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

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Jerusalem Lo, by yon western wall is heard Lamenting sad and low, For aching hearts, with hope deferred, Wept there in evening ' s glow. ' O city lost! in woe, sin-tossed! Jerusalem ! OW often would I have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathereth her brood under her wing, and ye would not, O Jerusalem. Fast pinnacled on Pisgah ' s heights, In Siloa ' s waters bathed, Where as of old the morning lights Break slowly o ' er the wave, In far off lands, a city stands — Jerusalem ! Child-home of Christ in distance near, A city loved by him, Where lepers came for healing dear Of wit hered hand and limb. Bethesda ' s flood made clean their blood — Jerusalem ! Where Christ, the God-man, moved and slept A heathen monarch reigns; A city o ' er which Christ has wept The Sultan holds in chains. O blood-stained spot, Creation ' s blot! Jerusalem! Hear ye the cry from Him above — From Him, the Sufferer ! My city fair; my darling, love ! Will ye not go to her? ' ' In heathens ' hands, deserted stands Jerusalem !

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The Modern Matrimonial Mart -G c Love i. When all the world was very young, And all the stars of morning sung, For every joy of love, that hung In Heaven above, Then lads and lassies loved right well. And had no other tale to tell, Then love began with a little 1 ; That was love. II. And when the world was sad and sear, When rniud became the heart ' s compeer, And peopled all this hollow sphere And skies above With little gods, as poets tell, Who cast the dust or wove a spell, Then love began with a capital L ; That was love. III. And now the world is half decay ' d, And hearts and minds are things of trade, And girls, when marriages are made, Think wealth above All sense and sentiment, and sell Or buy sweet lives for gold, the spell Of love begins with a sterling £, That is love.

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My Music eO ES, we went down to Nashville towu, To hear them big folks play That do piarmies an ' organs brown — Are artists, so the} ' sa} We heard ' era, yes, and must confess Their fingers ' er mighty spry ; •i And once, ' twas soft and low ; I jess Sure enough had to cry. But mostly ' twas so wild and loud I had to hold my ears; Yes, right there in that great big crowd, And they just whooped with cheers! ' Bout ic, anyhow, I ' m right queer ; I don ' t like them grand things. When mandolins twang, well, I fear, I can ' t think of angels ' wings! And I jes set here in the dark And listen hour by hour ; A fiddle sometimes brings me round, A playin ' old time airs ; It makes me think of Big John ' s ground, An ' danciu ' ' t country fairs. And guitars always makes me think Of Little Em and June, Us a-driviu ' the cattle down to drink, And bringin ' ' em back too soon. But even that, and all them things, Are out, way out of sight, When my old Jim pulls banjo strings, Out thar in the moonlight. That nigger Jim, he sets out thar A playin ' tum-de-tum, Till cats and dogs and chickens clar Surround him one by one. And when I wake I always find That nigger Jim has stopped.