The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1900-06-04
Songs Of the Soil"
By FRANK L. STANTON
Marching to Reunion.

By FRANK L. STANTON
Marching to Reunion.
They're marching to reunion-not strong
as when. with Lee. -,
They stayed the march OF sherman Oh '"e
highway to the sea;
For Time has thinned the ranks OF thehi
and grayed each wrinkled brow.
And when the band plays Dixie thei
steps are slower now.
They're marching 10 reunion-yet STU
Gus band they seem,
With. maybe, backward Glances whero
their fallen comrades dream;
The light of all the glorious past ABOVE
their foreheads shed,
From the brave and fallen legions where
the bivouac fires are dead.
They're marching to reunion. and hand
clasps hand today:
The men in blue are brothers TO the men
who wore the gray;
Though Time has thinned the ranks or
them and whitened every brow.
Their hearts can thrill to Dixie" when
the bands are playing now!
The Meeting of the Worlds.
What does 1t mean-this meeting of the
worlds.
Leaving a ghostly twilight on earth's
sod?
That man draws near
In strength and without fear.
The greatness and the majesty of God!
He knows the ways of all the stars-He
knows
The coming of all seasons: and the dew
That falls on lips of lily and of rose.
Reads al Gods ltanles of love for you!
Reunited.
Noise O. the drums and the trumpets;
and the toys are still marching away;
But this time the blue will be blended
with ''the old faded Jackets of gray"
Noise o. the drums and the trumpets;
and the boys that once Jared to the
fray,
Know all that is true of the boys in the
blue, and the boys in the Jackets
of gray.
For the strife, once dividing. is ended;
and this. after all. they can say:
The green O. the country shines splendid
and we're marching together to-
day,
We're marching together through Georgia
over Hill. over valley and plain.
And one flag is waving in glory-whose
stripes ripple red after Spain.
Noise o. the drums and the trumpcts;-
let the banis DER the hills and the
Elades
Play their best for the boys who are
marching to the bright and the gar
liant brigades,
And honor today for the jackets y
gray-worn by the boys that were
true. -.
And the bows who arc marching beside
them under the red, white ana Diue'
The Bright. Bright World.
re y bright. bright world. with its roses
and its rest, 49,. Tho
sweetest and the best;
And hand in hand together
Wen face the stormy weather.
For a rainbow rounds the he'1'e ''S
the rosy east TO west.
IT'S bright. bright world. with Its love
and with Its light
Its blessings and caressings, its song us
wrong. its right;
And SHINING and forgiven
It's rolling nearer heaven:
The bc,ls-the bells are ringing, and the
harbor is in sight.
June Time in Georgia.
June time in Georgia-that's the sweetest
time:
Life forgets It's reason and frolics on in
rhyme!
All the blooms are swlnsln' on every vine
an tree
All the birds are singin' their best to you
an me.
June time IN Georgia-comih rlsh'
along
MAY had lots o. blossoms-May was sweet
with song;
All the worp was smilin' sweet as sweet
could b.;
But June time in Georgla's the time fes
you an me!
Souls in Tune.
Good times good people. an set yer souls
in tune!
We're driftiu from the May-time to the
melodies of June
We're driftin' to the season where all tho
world IS bright,
Where brighter suns viii light the morn.
an OGDEN stars the night!
Good times. good people. an let the great
WORT roll!
We hear her music floating in wild waves
DER the soul!
There's life an love abiding. an all the
world is bright.
SO. kiss your hand to joy now, an kiss
to grief good night!
The Old and the New.
Talkln' bout the old times-whats the
matter with the new?
Amt the grass beneath as beautiful-the
sky above as blue?
Talkin bout the old times-What's allin
o. the new?
Talkin' bout the old times-the world
today's as bright
As ever since the kind God said-in love
LET there be light"
The green O. all the hills. and still the
roses red and whitel
On the River Bank.
I'm mighty fond o fshin'
In a river cool an deep;
But the trouble is-the April winds
Jest sing my soul to sleep!
They blow so sweet acrost the banks
OF violets, that 1 say
"Jest let the river creep along,
An sing my soul away"
know Jest what they're sayin'-
These sweet south winds; l know
They've heard the mOcllin' birds. an been
In fields whar' daisies grow.
They've heard the songs o. toilerS-
In the shadder in the heat.
The rustic of the corn blades,
The ripple of the wheat!