The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1898-09-26
"Son9s Of the Soil"
By FRANK L. STANTON
At the End of the Way.

Only this rose of song!
Only this whitening rose.
From a sad garden which no spring shah
thrill;
What thorn the future has for you' "ou
knows
But may God keep you still!
III.
We walk in darkened ways;
Storms hide the stars that fain would
light the night;
But may Gods angels all your lonely Gays
Guide your dear steps Alright.
I do not ask for grace:
T am resigned to all the grief to be-
Ga that no shadow darkens your dear face
Is JOY enough for me.
It Is enough to know
That love Is love; that. through the lone
ly years.
IF Peace on you her garlands snail oes'o"
| am content with tears.
VI.
Love is not less than this,
Even when Love leaves us; we remember
yet
The first touch of his lips-his first sweet
Would God we could forget!
VII.
The paths where his dear feet
Knew the rare kisses of the summer
flowers
Where in some hidden gardens red retreat
He led us to his bowers
VIII.
FieIds-mountains-an the streams
That knew the pathways where his steps
would be,
And went with all the music of his Dreams
sweet-singing to the sea!
Shall Love kiss hands and partT
Trample all memories in the dust below
Gods voice is ringing from the stars
sweetheart:
Glove will not have It sol'
And yet. touch lips-clasp hands!
The ways part here; 1 leave the light
the bloom!
Back of me all the glory of the lands
Before me, all the gloom!
XII
Clasp hands, and so-goodby!
Yet. with love that only Death can Kill,
For Won all stars that God can give his
sky:
For me. whateer God will!
Hard to Please.
They say that Spain amt got enough
OF what her folks call glory"
She wants q rocker road and rough
A sequel to the story.
She's powerful unsatisfed!
Done lost the whole plantation,
Yet amt content to know she's chased
Clean off the whole creation!
A Song of Manette.
The light of the skies in your eyes, Man
ett&-
And the dark of the night in you'
| tresses;
In the siken and beautiful curls Of Jet
That were made for a lovers caresses!
! Tae curIs that Love leans to and kisses
and blesses-
The light of your eyes and the night of
your tresses!
The light of the skies in your eyes, Man
Ana your tresses like midnight above
them:
And Love with the red lips to kiss them,
my pet,
And whisper: II love themI L love
thcm."
The curls that he leans to and kisses and
blesses-
The light of your eyes and the night Of
your tresscs!
But Q for the gloom of the years. Manette--,
The years lost to tender caressos;
The years that are weary and desolate yet
For the light Of your eyes and your
tresses!
The curls that Love leans to and kisses
ana blcsses-
The light of your eyes and the night OF
your trcssos!
What Bothers Her.
I amt a-worryn bout GIn'ruI Miles, or
Shafter. or any one
That ever straddled Georgy mule, or fired
II Georgy gun;
Never did know. when they fit US so, what
all the fghtn' was for;
But-how mudh, now. will my old man git
for the leg shot off in the war?
Gin'rul Miles, he may quarrel, an jest raise
Cain in the camp.
An Say tEat this an that went wrong,
as the sojcrs homeards tramp;
Never did know when they fit us so. what
all the tghtin' was for,
But-what is the price of my old mans
lcg-the one he lost in the war?
That's what's a-pesterin' peopIe!-it amt
what the ginruls say.
But what'n they do with the privates that
Shot in the war that day?
I tell YOU good people | never have know