The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1894-07-09
JUST FROM GEORGIA.
Waitin' mt the Door.

Waitin' mt the Door.
I've had lot O. blessin's in my time, but
never knowed
The pleasure of enjoyin' every violet that
growed
An every streak O. sunshine beamin
brighter evermore,
Till Mandy went to meetin' an I waited
at the door!
I'd been a-lovin' Mandy almost too long to
tell:
only know twas nat'ral, an she seemed
to like it well;
But there come little GOODNESS an we
hadn't spoke before
That day she went to meetin' an I waited
at the door,
Two weeks--or threes more like-we'd kind
er walked apart
With her a-tossin' Of her head an hidin
of her heart;
An [ warn't first fer Speakin, Deln proud
well poor,
'Till that day she went to meetln an
waited at the door,
the sermont long.
An it did seem like the chord never finish
up song!
An it peared like all the village knowed
my heart was feelin sore,
An that Mandy was in meetin' an me
hanBln roun the door!
But 1 waited-coudn't help it-in a state
O. hope an doubt,
Till L heard 'em sing "'Old Hundred" an
they come a-trompin' out;
An here come Mandy, cryin'! Never seen
her so before.
Fer you see she'd got religion While l
waited al the door!
She to meet me! "Mandy!' an she an
swered, weepin': joint
An stopped behind a little. while the
rest Went Waikin' on;
But l didn't know that minute-all my
in the lurch-
If the church was on the steeple. or the
Steeple on the church!
20 John, I've been so triflin but better
life III live:
1t sweet in you to love me. an it's
sweeter to forgiven -
But | couldn't speak fer chokin', till . SAID
three times four: g.
Its me that needs forgiveness QUIZ acre
waitln' by the door!' ~
Well! we went home in the sunshine-N ppy,
happy on the way; Il
An [ took an left ten dollars an the
preachers house that day;
An 1 would ha' made it twenty an, kept
runnin up the score, \
Fer the love that corae to meet me feI that
waitin' at the door!
Memories.
In the sweet, dearest, contest nook
There was a little iron hook,
Within a closet, locked with key.
But dearer than a realm to me!
For there one little, golden strand
From her dear forehead touched my hand.
Il was so long since last l prest
That little hand-my souls unrest
Had made me walk in paths that knew
Her footsteps-where the Violets grew
But vioets or Gods changeful skies,
Were never sweet as her dear eyes!
| have writ much of her, but still
NV lonely life she seems to fill
With l1indest blessing: old or fair,
For me she hath the same sweet hair
That blew about her brow long since,
When she was queen and l was prince!
That little watf-so golden, sweet!
How did it make my sad heart beat!
For In the awful loneliness
/ heard the rustling OF her dress:
And as the blossoms fell. they seemed
Like angels that of her had dreamed!
I was simple silent fool,
And watched her going home from sclN. 4;
And yet, when came the rain IL bit,
] gladly sheltered her from it!
And walked with her, and said sweet words
Here on this little iron hook
hangs her dear dress! still must look
Upon it as did of yore
And think how once that dress she wore,
And think how she loves me no more,
And waits expectant at the door!
A Thought of Her.
I know the violcts are sweet
/ know the hills are fair:
Until we meet-until we meet
Once more-once more, my dear!
l know Gods hills have greenest worth.
And thou hast made heaven Of earth!
[ know the mockingbirds sing sweet
Through all the summer night
And fairy sounds of fairy feet
Fall through the dark and light.
But what is sweeter, love, to me
Than thy dear, tender steps could be?
/ know the rose is red, dear heart,
Aye, red with crimson pain;
But still God knows His reddest rose
Hath kissed thy lips In twain
And by Gods loftest lordliest grace
| kissed that rose from tiny dear face!
One JOY Left Us.
'rnere's one thing bout these summer rains:
They crowd the creek foot-logs;
But one has somethn for his pains
The fish will bite at frogs.
Welded.
Well, you are welded, and around your lie
Irvine two great joys; for some one Calls
you wife,
And child-lios murmur: Mother! and
you smile
After long years of sorrow and heart strife.
Smile up into the eyes that meet your own
Feel the strong, shetering arm around you
thrown
And with the loveEest words of love you
while
The hours away, no longer dark and lone
You feel the clinging Of your child; you feel
His arms about your neck; his kisses steal
AWaY the sigh that trembles to your lips