Thee and my little man thou hold'st at breast, -- Come, Name, come, Fame, and kiss my Sweetheart's feet!" ____ Georgia, 1869. Notes to Poems. I. Sunrise. `Sunrise', Mr. Lanier's latest completed poem, was written while his sun of life seemed fairly at the setting, and the hand which first pencilled its lines had not strength to carry nourishment to the lips. The three `Hymns of the Marshes' which open this collection are the only written portions of a series of six `Marsh Hymns' that were designed by the author to form a separate volume. The `Song' of the Marshes, `At Sunset', does not belong to this group, but is inserted among the `Hymns' as forming a true accord with them. IV. The Marshes of Glynn. The salt marshes of Glynn County, Georgia, immediately around the sea-coast city of Brunswick. Clover. `Clover' is placed as the initial poem of a volume which was left in orderly arrangement among the author's papers. His own grouping in that volume has been followed as far as possible in this fuller collection. The Mocking-Bird. " . . . yon trim Shakespeare on the tree" leads back, almost twenty years from its writing, to the poet's college note-book where we find the boy reflecting: "A poet is the mocking-bird of the spiritual universe. In him are collected all the individual songs of all individual natures." Corn. `Corn' will hold a distinct interest for those who study the gathering forces in the author's growth: for it was the first outcome of his consciously-developing art-life. This life, the musician's and poet's, he entered upon -- after years of patient denial and suppression -- in September, 1873, uncertain of his powers but determined to give them wing. His "fieldward-faring eyes took harvest" "among the stately corn-ranks", in a portion of middle Georgia sixty miles to the north of Macon. It is a high tract of country from which one looks across the lower reaches to the distant Blue Ridge mountains, whose wholesome breath, all unobstructed, here blends with the woods-odors of the beech, the hickory and the muscadine: a part of a range recalled elsewhere by Mr. Lanier, as "that ample stretch of generous soil, where the Appalachian ruggednesses calm themselves into pleasant hills before dying quite away into the sea-board levels" -- where "a man can find such temperances of heaven and earth -- enough of struggle with nature to draw out manhood, with enough of bounty to sanction the struggle -- that a more exquisite co-adaptation of all blessed circumstances for man's life need not be sought." My Springs.