If God made man in hued abundance, He surely has made true love rare. How could a grey heart find romance Like our cerise orchid affair? Lady''s Slippers, to pink Bright Kiss. As sure as Teardrop''s, Sweet Memory; Am I the golden Ever Spring Prince, Bouqueted in flush on bended knee?
A Walden''s Lady wafts wine''s umber And shades arrant pith, such as me. Can there be a more gracious wonder, Than Carolina Fantasy?