A series by Clyde Wilson
Alexander Beaufort Meek, Part 2
The Rose of Alabama
I loved, in boyhood’s happy time,
When life was like a minstrel’s rhyme,
And cloudless as my native clime,
The Rose of Alabama.
Oh, lovely rose!
The sweetest flower earth knows,
Is the Rose of Alabama!
One pleasant, balmy night in June,
When swung, in silvery clouds, the moon,
My heart awoke love’s vesper tune,
For Rose of Alabama!
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