Golden Lyric

Poem By Baron Norman Sylvester VonFeister III

Mountain and valley ay crystal well
Shadows of ay green oak tree Ie sate under that green oak tree
To smell ye clean sweet ocean breeze Look far to thy west
Sun has creep deep into it's nest Ie reached out my hand and ay quiet butterfly
landed Beauty grows as time passes I have been told
It remind me ay crystal vase
Lined with threads of gold That's when Ie realized
Thee spirit of my soul

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The Voyage Of The Mayflower (Dedicated To The American Sons And Daughters Of The American Revolution)

Where truly doleful was the sight
Sad and mournful parting To see what sights and sobs and prayers
Did sound among them looking for tomorrow What tears did enthusiasm from every eye
And pithy speeches pierced each heart with sorrow But ye tide which stays for no man