Classic Poem

Child of our Chattahoochee,
Hid in the hills afar;
Oh! beautiful Nacoochee,
Light of the Evening Star!

Smile of the dreaming maiden,
Song of the bird's release;
Grace of the blest in Aidenne,
Valley of light and peace.

Clasped in the mountain shadows,
The May dew on her breast,
Her breath is the balm of meadows,
Her name is a hymn to " Rest. "

The voice of a loved one calling
To feet that have wandered far:
Return, for the night is falling;
Rest with the Evening Star.