The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1900-09-10

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It's art:
We must look to the light In the o"'A
ness, sweetheart
To the beautiful light OF the morning'
"Some o. These Days"
We all keep a-singin' O. some o these
days
When the roses will bloom In the thorni-
est ways,
And Wen see Ger the black storn 'Hs
rainbows bright rays
Some o. these beautiful daysr
We all keep a-singtn' o some these
days,
When the wrecked ships shall drift'to the
bells in the bays;
When Faith is fruition and prayeris Jul
praise m
Some O. these beautiful Gays.
what,u We Growl About Then.
When the craps are all gathereo-'h0
barns are piled high.
What will we growI about them
When the pumpkins are spiced with the
frost o. the sky,
An the cider is sweet. an the beads on
the rye.
What will we growl about them
Why. wen shiver and shake as the win
ter-winds blow
That's what wen growl about then'
Wen gaze DER the wearisome leagues OF
the snow,
An sigh for the blistering summer. you
know
That's what we'll growls about then!
All, how can life please us!. : And when
it is past,
What will we growI about then7
Why, Wen land in the next world-that
region so vast
An wonder If STILL the hot weather
will last?-
That's what Wen growl about tnenI
In the Reaping Time.
It's reapin' time in Georgia-the coun-
trys lookin bright
From Billville up TO Bennett s-rrom Iirt
to Tybee Light!
And no, for joy-belIs ringin', an no!
for happy times,
The Jingle of the dollars-the dancin or
the dimes!
It's reapin' time in Georgia; the SKIES
are just as blue
AS the eyes with which your sweetheart
wrinkles all her love to you!
An now in all the woodlands the squirrel
skips an climbs;-
There's a Jingle OF the dollars. dancin'
of the dimes.
It's reapin' time In Georgia, an when
the fields are bare
You'll hear the merry music of the fiddle
on the air.
Summers got her pleasure, but can't
come up to fall;
Strike a lively measure an swing your
partners all.
For the Best.
Spite o. GROWERS, east an west.
Still we're hopin fer the best!
This is not a world o. signs
Light is somewhere in the skies!
Still we hear the sweet birds sing
Still the bells in music ring
Spite O. GROWERS. east an west.
Always hopin' fer the besti
A Disseminated Mortal.
I dunno what my lot gwine be
Fo' dis yer life Is pas;
De summer sun-he blister me,
De winter freeze me fas!
oh. believers.
What you gwine ter do.
Wen summer bake en- br!le you.
En- winter freeze you. too!
I dunno what my lot gwine be:
De cotton look lax cash ter me.
But de sheriff Fobble all!
oh. believers,
Whar' YOU gwine ter fall
Wen YOU makes de con en- cotton,
En- de sheriff gobble ALL
A Cold Weather Citizen.
Summers jest the time. they say. fer
lazyin' Ground.
But give me winter weather with the
gray frost on the ground!
Don't keer how the mockin'birds IN sum-
mer twilight sing
I'd ruther raise my rifle when the doves
are on the wing.
Summer has her sweetness an lots o.
winnin' ways.
When the green is on the melon an the
sun is on the blaze!
But give me winter weather, an let me
take my chance.
When the gals air candy pullfn, an we're
ready fer the dance!
Molly's Eyes.
If Nolly's eyes would shine for me
I'd give the sun fair warnin'
He needn't rise to light my skies
For Just the beam of Mollys eyes
Would make my mornin'l
If Mollys lips were red for me
In weather sad or sunny.
I'd say to every golden bee:
You needn't rob the rose for me
Her lips are honey"
If Molly's heart would beat for me
So low l just could hear II.
I'd give the world. at least. my part
For lust the beat of Mollys heart.
And nv heart near il!
A Summer Picture.
The fields are all alive:
There's a buzzin' around the hive
For the bees are mighty busy maxim
honey;
The maple leaves a.a blinkin',
And the water lilies drinkin'.
Till they stagger where the river ripples
sunny!
Over the Hills.
over the hills, my dear,
There is never n sigh-a tear:
But greenest valleys, and pleasant rills,
And hope that is not cast out of fear
Over the hills,
Over the hills my DEAR
Never burden to bear;
A kinder heaven with music thrills
Crosses forgotten, and crowns to wear
over the hillsi