Leading Black Educator; Rural Mail Carrier. He married Martha Howard in Houston County 26 December1889.
His poem published in The Houston County Courier: HOUSTON COUNTY COURTHOUSES IN RHYME by T.G.W. Tarver
In order that we appreciate the occassion of the hour, A brief narration of the past facts Adds color to the flow'r.
Our first courthouse, a log structure, The second was of lumber. A conflagration swept the town, The courthouse in the number. Our third courthouse was built of brick; "Twas thought 'twould last for ages. For more than fify years it stood, A reminder of past Sages. From the many years of service It began to show decay. A more substantial one we'll build. In some near future day. "Twas a refuge for bacteria, Of many and various kinds: Which might infect our people--Or e'en affect their minds. Hence, the old building was condemned, It soon or later would fall, And crush to death officials Housed in between its walls. It was our noble Lion's Club, That gave this move a start, To erect a modern courhouse, We all, then, played a part. We exercised our franchise, In a wonderous manly way, By voting for a modern courthouse, With thousands, in bonds, to pay. On the pedestal of our city, This monument doth stand; As a pride to human workmanship, And the skill of human hand. Built of the most beautiful granite, That chisel ever cut, And dextrously fitted together, Each stone, in place, is put.
One story above another,Is an uplift toward the sky: It stands out as a beacon To its zenity--three floors high. Fifth and Present Courthouse: On the pinnacle of the building, The jail stands there aloof; By its structure and position, From jail-breaks should be proof. We've assembled here to dedicate, This house unto our county, For legal decisions both old and new, We'll seek them without bounty.
The jurists of the present age, Like the Sages of the past, will plead for right and justice, While legal talents lasts. May Justice always be your creed, Meted out between its walls. That Truth, like Gibraltar's Rock will stand, While error before it, falls.
This poem framed with a photo of Mr Tarver was presented to the Houston County Historical Commission by W.E. Hail, Jr who had received it from Professor Tarver.
His poem published in The Houston County Courier: HOUSTON COUNTY COURTHOUSES IN RHYME by T.G.W. Tarver
In order that we appreciate the occassion of the hour, A brief narration of the past facts Adds color to the flow'r.
Our first courthouse, a log structure, The second was of lumber. A conflagration swept the town, The courthouse in the number. Our third courthouse was built of brick; "Twas thought 'twould last for ages. For more than fify years it stood, A reminder of past Sages. From the many years of service It began to show decay. A more substantial one we'll build. In some near future day. "Twas a refuge for bacteria, Of many and various kinds: Which might infect our people--Or e'en affect their minds. Hence, the old building was condemned, It soon or later would fall, And crush to death officials Housed in between its walls. It was our noble Lion's Club, That gave this move a start, To erect a modern courhouse, We all, then, played a part. We exercised our franchise, In a wonderous manly way, By voting for a modern courthouse, With thousands, in bonds, to pay. On the pedestal of our city, This monument doth stand; As a pride to human workmanship, And the skill of human hand. Built of the most beautiful granite, That chisel ever cut, And dextrously fitted together, Each stone, in place, is put.
One story above another,Is an uplift toward the sky: It stands out as a beacon To its zenity--three floors high. Fifth and Present Courthouse: On the pinnacle of the building, The jail stands there aloof; By its structure and position, From jail-breaks should be proof. We've assembled here to dedicate, This house unto our county, For legal decisions both old and new, We'll seek them without bounty.
The jurists of the present age, Like the Sages of the past, will plead for right and justice, While legal talents lasts. May Justice always be your creed, Meted out between its walls. That Truth, like Gibraltar's Rock will stand, While error before it, falls.
This poem framed with a photo of Mr Tarver was presented to the Houston County Historical Commission by W.E. Hail, Jr who had received it from Professor Tarver.
Leading Black Educator; Rural Mail Carrier. He married Martha Howard in Houston County 26 December1889.
His poem published in The Houston County Courier: HOUSTON COUNTY COURTHOUSES IN RHYME by T.G.W. Tarver
In order that we appreciate the occassion of the hour, A brief narration of the past facts Adds color to the flow'r.
Our first courthouse, a log structure, The second was of lumber. A conflagration swept the town, The courthouse in the number. Our third courthouse was built of brick; "Twas thought 'twould last for ages. For more than fify years it stood, A reminder of past Sages. From the many years of service It began to show decay. A more substantial one we'll build. In some near future day. "Twas a refuge for bacteria, Of many and various kinds: Which might infect our people--Or e'en affect their minds. Hence, the old building was condemned, It soon or later would fall, And crush to death officials Housed in between its walls. It was our noble Lion's Club, That gave this move a start, To erect a modern courhouse, We all, then, played a part. We exercised our franchise, In a wonderous manly way, By voting for a modern courthouse, With thousands, in bonds, to pay. On the pedestal of our city, This monument doth stand; As a pride to human workmanship, And the skill of human hand. Built of the most beautiful granite, That chisel ever cut, And dextrously fitted together, Each stone, in place, is put.
One story above another,Is an uplift toward the sky: It stands out as a beacon To its zenity--three floors high. Fifth and Present Courthouse: On the pinnacle of the building, The jail stands there aloof; By its structure and position, From jail-breaks should be proof. We've assembled here to dedicate, This house unto our county, For legal decisions both old and new, We'll seek them without bounty.
The jurists of the present age, Like the Sages of the past, will plead for right and justice, While legal talents lasts. May Justice always be your creed, Meted out between its walls. That Truth, like Gibraltar's Rock will stand, While error before it, falls.
This poem framed with a photo of Mr Tarver was presented to the Houston County Historical Commission by W.E. Hail, Jr who had received it from Professor Tarver.
His poem published in The Houston County Courier: HOUSTON COUNTY COURTHOUSES IN RHYME by T.G.W. Tarver
In order that we appreciate the occassion of the hour, A brief narration of the past facts Adds color to the flow'r.
Our first courthouse, a log structure, The second was of lumber. A conflagration swept the town, The courthouse in the number. Our third courthouse was built of brick; "Twas thought 'twould last for ages. For more than fify years it stood, A reminder of past Sages. From the many years of service It began to show decay. A more substantial one we'll build. In some near future day. "Twas a refuge for bacteria, Of many and various kinds: Which might infect our people--Or e'en affect their minds. Hence, the old building was condemned, It soon or later would fall, And crush to death officials Housed in between its walls. It was our noble Lion's Club, That gave this move a start, To erect a modern courhouse, We all, then, played a part. We exercised our franchise, In a wonderous manly way, By voting for a modern courthouse, With thousands, in bonds, to pay. On the pedestal of our city, This monument doth stand; As a pride to human workmanship, And the skill of human hand. Built of the most beautiful granite, That chisel ever cut, And dextrously fitted together, Each stone, in place, is put.
One story above another,Is an uplift toward the sky: It stands out as a beacon To its zenity--three floors high. Fifth and Present Courthouse: On the pinnacle of the building, The jail stands there aloof; By its structure and position, From jail-breaks should be proof. We've assembled here to dedicate, This house unto our county, For legal decisions both old and new, We'll seek them without bounty.
The jurists of the present age, Like the Sages of the past, will plead for right and justice, While legal talents lasts. May Justice always be your creed, Meted out between its walls. That Truth, like Gibraltar's Rock will stand, While error before it, falls.
This poem framed with a photo of Mr Tarver was presented to the Houston County Historical Commission by W.E. Hail, Jr who had received it from Professor Tarver.
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