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https://violamuse.unfdhi.org/admin/items/show/64 USA Florida Jacksonville Jacksonville Historical Society Viola Muse Collection (1959-18) Folder 10, item 4 Discussion of poet and musician Green, with one of her poems

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Poetry

Pattie Louphelia Busby Green, born at Marietta, Ga.Georgia, July 22, 1882. A writer of poetry and a composer of songs. Is a musician and trainer of choruses. Has done much fraternal and church work. The wife of the late Rev.Reverend G.B. Green.

John Henry Titus, the famous writer and arthorauthor of <choice><orig>"</orig><reg/></choice>The Face on the Bar Room Floor<choice><orig>"</orig><reg/></choice><choice><orig/><reg>,</reg></choice> See The Face on the Bar Room Floor. wrote these words in one of his own books which was presented to Pattie Green. Quote; —: "Ever conserve the Spiritualspiritual folklore in all your poems. They are triteSee trite. and correct. "John Henry Titus."

She has compiled a book of her various poems which ^is about to go to press and then will be offered for sale at her present place of employment, Florida branceBranch —, Sunday School Pub.Publishing Board, 421 Broad St.Street, JackJacksonville, Fla.Florida. Some of her poems are:

"The Beautiful Lake"

Written on the train at Haines City, Fla.Florida

The chug, chug, chug of the power house, As the smoke rolled in curls to the west, The evening comes on as still as a mouse, While the birds all go to their nests.

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The shadows are falling on the beautiful lake, The trees seem to lay in the waves, That mule and wagon seem to stand on the lake., As he lazily switches his tail. The wind is blowing on the beautiful lake., The sun’s turning red in the west., All babies are going to bed to rest. Who can tell what tomorrow will tell.? As the lake glistens like a great polished case, Whose secrets of death does it hold, As the majesty of its beauty bold, Gazes mutely calm and cold.?

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"My Queen" O! God, my life, my very soul., Goes out in thanks to Thee, For the woman Thou gavest to be my Queen, The glory of my home. The air she breathes is my very breath, 3 Poems continued By Pattie Green A technical limitation currently prevents us from aligning these headers properly. Her love lies in my heart, Her children are fair because of her love, That rules in my home of rest.