(Introducing Governor Robert L. Taylor, in his famous lecture, "The Fiddle and the Bow.") WITH humor as sweet as our Basin When the clover bloom gathers the dew, And pathos as deep as our valley When the clouds shut the stars from our view, With wisdom as rich and as fertile As our plains when they first feel the plow, And wit like the tapestry frostwork That hangs on the Great Smoky's brow, With grand thoughts as strong as our mountains And tender ones sweetly that flow, Like the music that steals o'er our senses At his touch of "The Fiddle and Bow," The bee that hath sucked every blossom Each Tennessee flower to rob And stored up the rich, golden honey In a genius that's ours—Our Bob! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GETHSEMANE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MATE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO MAY HOWARD JACKSON - SCULPTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON NOBODY'S LOOKIN' BUT DE OWL AND DE MOON (A NEGRO SERENADE) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON LOHENGRIN; PROEM by EMMA LAZARUS BRUTUS AND ANTONY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |