George H Miles Poems

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1.
The Rose

I am weary of the Garden,
Said the Rose;
For the winter winds are sighing,
All my playmates round me dying,
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2.
God Save The South

God save the South, God save the South,
Her altars and firesides, God save the South!
Now that the war is nigh, now that we arm to die,
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