Old Governor's Mansion Verse by Sharlot M. Hall

Old Governor's Mansion By Sharlot M. Hall

These rough walls the memories hold Of the long-past days of gold. Through the ever-open doors, In across the earthen floors, Came the men who dared to take Far trails for a new state's sake. Here they counseled, man with man, Here they reckoned, plan by plan, That the present be secure, And the future state endure. Songs and laughter, hopes and dreams, Sheltered under these roof beams, Life and death and love and fearEach one had its moment here. Now those first-come men are gone And the old house stands alone, Filled with whispering memoriesHaunting, half heard melodiesA shrine beside the busy way To hold the Soul of Yesterday.