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THE LEADER-TRIBUNE
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See where the Four Winds flutter soft
And bear Pomona's gift aloft!
Buddha be praised! His word (though
mute)
Has made the Poach a Chinese fruit.
Pile high the Treasures! Give without
demur!
What gem hath India to compare with
her?
China, supposedly so keen in trade,
Hath for the nonce a sorry bargiiiu
made.
A mighty Persian, journeying from the
West,
Becomes enamoured of the Hindu’s
prize;
Ho lures the Peach away,—ah! who shall
say
What magic’s in a pair of foreign eyes!
See her adored in Persia, quite at ease,
The pet of all the palace, silken-elad;
And when the Greeks rushed in, the Peach
to seize,
They did not find her sad!
And though a prisoner in this radiant isle,
Men gloried in the sunshine of her smile;
And warlike Rome was conquered by her
glance,
Yielding, reluctant to the charms of
France.
France has persuaded this nomadic fair
To linger in her cloisters, cool and still;
And many sunny lands send envoys there
To plead for favors at her gentle will.
But Spain comes riding with resistless
power,
A noble Don from high Castilian tower;
Beholds the flower like beauty of her face,
And carries olf the Peach at mighty pace!
Nor loiters he in Spain; pursuit he fears.
He rides in sun and rain, nor minds her
toars.
Across the tossing ocean’s waters blue,
The clayey Mexic mountains eome to view;
And soon the Poach, by tropic breezes
tanned,
Eats her tortillas from an Aztec hand!
But higher Destiny is hers at last!
The Scroll of Fate is now unrolling fast.
Beyond the mountains, in a sweeter air,
America, of all the lands most fair,
Beckons the Peach with winsome grace, to
come,
And in her orchards find the happiest
home.
The states come trooping, rare in beauty,
each;
All vainly yearning to possess the Peach;
But one by one she sees them pass in
line,
And of her preference gives no hint or
sign,
Until rich Georgia, versed in rural art,
Knowing the longings of a Peach’s heart,
Whispers of one who loves her, true and
tried,
His home prepared for such a lovely bride;
Who’ll cherish her through years of good
or ill,
And though her heart were stone, would
love her still.
Behold! Great Georgia’s favorite son!
The Peach regards him, and the deed is
done!
Fort Valley comes, with lovclight in liis
eyes,
And woos and wins Pomona’s richest prize!
She yields,—she blushes,—oh! how sweet
is Spring!
She plights her troth with good Pomona’s
ring!
And so at last the Peach has found her
mate,
And settled down in Georgia’s happy
state!
Summon the blossoms to the marriage
dance;
Let festal music this great hour enhance.
Now, what Fort Valley’s taken,—such a
wonder!
Let neither Time nor Season put asunder!
DRIED PEACH ROLLS.
Make dough as if you were making tea
cakes, two eggs, one cup of sugar, one-half
cup buttermilk and work into a stiff
dough. Roll out a little at a time arid
spread with the cooked, well mashed, dried
peaches. Roll into flat rolls and bake.—
Mrs. W. T. Pearson.
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We Take This Occasion to
Express Our Appreciation
To Our Friends and Customers
and to
Welcome Everyone
to the
Peach Blossom Festival
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