ALL THAT'S KENTUCKY
The cold, pale daylight. Oh, the tender themes
That Memory whispers of the crystal wine
Of dewdrops, and the clinging silvery twine
Of mosses where the Southern sunset beams!
Thou'rt like that Indian Flower of the woods
Transplanted to the alien English soil-
Sad Pocahontas, 'mid the streets' turmoil
Remembering the forest solitudes,
And ever yearning, with a savage pain,
To roam among her own green glades again.
-Lula Clark Markham.
[Read by Mr. Thatcher at the close of his speech at the
banquet given by Kentucky friends, at the Galt House, Louis-
ville, May 2, 1910.]
Kentucky, 0 Kentucky,
Thy fame hath traveled far;
In all the mighty civic sky
There is no brighter star.
We love thee for thy Lincoln,
George Rogers Clark and Clay;
For Boone and all the master men
Who made thine early day.