The Atlanta constitution., 1900-09-03
Songs Of the Soil"
By FRANK L. STANTON
Tn Septeuber,

the hunters horn
You'll be happy-that you Will! In the
valley-on the hill;
Thar'll be pleasure to your credit wnen
you settle up the bill.
The sun-hc's been a-scorchfn' o tne
mountain an the plain.
An the craps-they got so that they Ill
most died fer rain!
But remember-in September. when the
craps air gatherin' in.
That the canoy-pullln's comm, an tne
dancin days begin!
You'll be happy-that you will! In the
valley-on the hill:
Thar'll be pleasure to your credit when
you settle up the bill!
A Song of It All.
Better the smile than the tear. my dear
To see in the storm the gleam;
To say the dark way shall still lead us
today.
And loves not dream-a dream!
To make of this life. with its right an its
wrong.
A rollicking song!
Your eyes are looking sweet love to mine
The birds I'm the blossoms sing:
We drink the sweets of them all like
wine:
Sorrow? . +. There's no such thing!
The world is brave. and the world Is
strong:-
Life is a rollicking song!
There is the clover. green and sweet
In the ample fields and fair.
AS roam with you in the rippled wheat
Do we dream of the dead seed there?
It's flower is sweet where the red sheayes
throng
And the harvest's a songi
Here are the beautiful. bright blue skies.
With varying. vanishing beams:
The light that shines IN a woman's eyes
The light of the dreams! the dreams!
Let us thank the gods II hath lived so
long.
And made life a songl
And whether the skies shall be dark or
blue
Lifes ocean narrow or wide.
I'd be happy this day with shelter-and
you,
And a little love at my side.
Love that would last me a brief life long
And sing me one song!
This is denied: But l have not sighed
Or IT, in the dark. unknown.
My heart to pitiless heaven cried
/ stif1ed the sob and moan,
And / said-and 1 say-with earth'5 right
and wrong:
TITS a song! It's a song!''
God help us-Or all Of the gods that be-
Even In grief let me say:
1.-THE eyes that are looking with love 10
Were meant to look my wayl
They have led my steps where the bios
SONS throng.
And life Is a song!'
The mothers sing IT: the children. blest
OF even the gods above,
Are rocked. when the twilight bells ring
rest.
To that beautiful song of Lowell
If you kissed me Goodnight when the
shadows throng,
Life and Death were a song!
Over the Housetops.
Over the hcusetops the hills of blue.
And a river, In splendid race;
And meadows. sweet-smiling. as II they
knew
Your beautiful. dreaming facet
How can / weave n rhyme of them7
Dear. there are singers grand.
Who resp ti:e stars from the living blue
Not the lilies of the land.
So there's the hope! While they sing the
stars,
And anthem on anthem swells.
7 may hear Gods word-too seldom
heard
In the song of the morning bells.
In the song of the bellsi But IN
dawn or dew
WI atever the world may be.
They are ALWAYS singing a song of you
One song to the soul of mel
And that is a song of Duty done
Not heard in the battle strife,
But where the hands of a faithful one
Reap In the lilies of life.
Where you wreathe with roses the brow
of Care.
And sing of the light! the light
When you bring the song of the angels
near
And tear Gods voice In the Night,
A Sunny Song.
J he meadows are smiling in green to the
blue
They are smiling for ycui
he daisies of earth glmmer bright with
the dew
They are blooming for you,
There are joys all around US. IL only we
knew:
The rainbows are bent DER the black
storms for youi
Love is not tickle. and friends are not
few:
They are living for you!
There is less of the false-there is more
of the true
In this bright world for YOU!
You can reap. IL you will, In the gardens
of rue,
But the sweets of this earth are for you
are for you'll