The Atlanta constitution., 1900-07-09
Songs Of the Soil''
To George.
By FRANK [. STANTON


That would have penned for you Loves
sweetest song
Now give you to the years they cannot
see!
Dear little heart that wanderest far
away!
Dear little heart that seemest earth's
above
Take this: God give thee more than angels
may
More than he gives who never knew
earth's love!
Thou shalt find wander!ngs for thine un-
known feet:
Thou still shall tread in darkened ways
unln OWN;
But ere thou dash those dear feet 'gainst
a stone.
Be Christ with them to sanctify them.
sweet
There Will be tedious ways; but we shall
In all Gods providence! SEQ how 1t
stands
When !. that hold forth unavailing
hands.
Yet murmur not In all the bitterest woei
Here ztill the bee of springtime seeks
the comb.
And here. sweet sister. ever is thy
home
When storms shall sweep across thy
loves fair sky.
Yet stin this song-persistent as It flows:
Gods grace for thee through all the tide
and time.
And for YOU dear. the secret of the rose.
And never heed the rhymer. or the
rhyme.
The Singing OF the Bells.
In enow-clad wastes of winter-in all the
We listen to the ringing and the singing
of the bells:
An anthem high as heaven melodiously
swells.
And the wintry wastes are gladdened by
the singing OF the bells.
In pleasant paths of springtinre still-stil
tho music swells
And we listen In Loves blossoms to the
bells-to the bellsi
The ships sail safe to harbor, nor fear
the ocean-knells.
And they anchor in the sunlight TO the
singing of the bells.
And evermore we hear them where desc
lation dwelis,
And this world of Gods is sweeter for the
singing of the cells;
Life listens in the darkness. and q sweeter
story tells
For the ringing and the singing of the
bells-of the bellsl
A July Citizen
June time in Georgy-sun blazin' over
head;
But gimme Mister July en- de watermelon
red!
Don't keer fer all de roses-fer all de birds
dat sing:
Gimme Mister July en- dc melon what he
brlngl
July time in Georgy! Dat de time fer
me
Melon bust wide open, en- de juice a
flowin' free!
Des take all de sweetness dey sens you In
de spring:
Gimme Mister July en- de melon what he
bringl
A Glimpse of Green Fields.
Country locks so purty-'way off
In the daisies an the dew,
FelIer wants to take day Off
Dreamin' where the rivers swishin'-
Singin' TO a feller's soul.
Where he knows the joys o. fishin'
With the ol'-time fishin'-polel
Seems that could dream ferever
Where the south winds sing to me
On the green banks OF a river,
With ths fish a-bitin' freei
You Are Not There.
I sight no sails of your returning barque
Whore glooms the ocean drear;
I stretch my hand toward you in the
dark
You are not therel
Where gloom the seas I hear the ocean
knells:
over the storms despair
I hear the welcome of the harbor-bells:
You arc not therei
The darkness and the distance. and the
sea
Yet earth would still be fair.
And heaven itself more than a dream
to me
Could / but meet you therel
The Dreams Are in the Place.
writer
Something of life-of the mad. swift
race;
But she was here. with the eyes OF light
And the beautiful haunting face.
And song hath followed hcr steps IN
fight,
And the dreams are In the placel
What were the words that 1 wished to
write?
Something OF life. with its glooms and
CLEANS;
But she was hero. with the eyes of light,
And her eyes have left the dreamsl
And the dark is wonderful sweet and
bright
With tine dreams. the dreams. the
dreams!
Idle words that l wished to write,
For the world Is sweet with the grace
That dwells with the shadOwless eyes Of
light
And the beautiful haunting face!
Sweet song hath followed her steps in
flight,
And the dreams are in the placel
Beautiful Dream, Goodbye.
Here is the summer. with all her sweets
The summer. with song and sigh:
For Joy of living the worlds heart beats:
But voice in the garlanded wales and