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

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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.

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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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William J. Bryan. Lincoln, Nebraska. May 18, 1897. To the 62 Young Ladies who voted for me at the Election held in the Seminary on November 3, 1896. Ladies: I am now trying to catch up with the telegrams and let- ters received Just before and after the election, and find your message of November 4th, stating that the vote in your Seminary was 62 for myself, 27 for McKinley and 2 for Palmer. I write at this late date to express my appreciation of the very large majority which your school gave me. If we could have confined the election to your Seminary I would now be in a position to sign a free coinage bill. I hope that the intellectual discipline which you have acquired in the school will enable you to make proselytes to bimetallism between now and 1900. Yours very truly,