South Rome, superb, thy mountains grand
Around thee like great sentinels stand,
To keep and shield thee from alarm.
When storms arise and threaten harm;
And from their grand, majestic domes
Look down on smiling, peaceful homes;
Whilst gushing fountains, pure and bright,
Break from thy hills, and in the light
Of sunbeams sparkling, ever sweet,
Forever cool, doth lave thy feet
And yield a glow to every cheek
For those who come, sweet health to seek.
But not alone thy lovely mountains.
Crystal streams and sparkling fountains;
These are not half the splendid charms
Which thou claspest in thine arms;
But fairer far than Sharon's fields.
And all the wealth Golconda yields;
More precious, too, than all the wine
That e'er was brewed from luscious vine;
Yea, fairer far than India's pearls
Thy greatest charm — thy pretty girls.
God bless them, each and every one,
No fairer dwell beneath the sun;
Then be thy boast thy daughters fair,
Whose loveliness and beauty rare
Beggars the power ot pen to tell,
Each one's a queen — a reigning belle,
A sweet enchantress be it said,
Whose footsteps bless the land they tread.
Author's Note: *Rome, Georgia
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