The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1900-01-15

haZe ne
Can't
Swear
orr
In the Way o. the World.
The worr-she would be better
If the folks would only let her
If they didn't sorter stop her on the way;
In summer time or snowin'
There'd be sweeter roses CROWN
While birds made sweeter music night
and day!
But we bring the chain an fetter.
An we never-never let her
Roll in music on the beauty of her way;
Till lost from all who love us.
With her dust an flowers above US.
We sleep the sleep that wakes not with
the day.
Somewhere It's Morning Sweet.
What though the night be lost to light
Where the darkening tempests meet?
The stars still shine with light divine,
And somewhere it's morning sweet!
Though the darkening tempests meet
Somewhere it's morning sweet;
The sun will rise In the brighter skies
Somewhere it's morning sweet
Ever a light in the dark, my dear
A light for the weary feet;
Though far we roam from the lights OF
home
Wen rest in the morning sweet
Though the darken,ng tempest meet,
Somewhere it's morning sweet;
The sun will rise in the brighter skies,
And Wen rest in the morning sweet
A Rainy Day.
Better the spirit of storm
Better the tempest that waves
Than the slow. sad rain
On hill and plain
And the desolate, grass-grown graves!
How solemn its fall In the churchyarG
seems,
Where the dead are with the dreamsi
But after the lonesome rain
The sun Will come in his might
And freshen the flowers
In blighted bowers
Weaving their red and their white.
But how solemn his light In the church.
yard seems.
| Where the dead are with the dreams!
The Greater Peace.
Sorrows coming up the slope,
Clad in robes of Night;
! But We hear the bells of Hope
See the morning bright!
Weep not on the brighter way
For the griefs of yesterday!
Face the morning, 10. the storm
Gives the light release;
Comes the fairer spir1t-form
OF the greater Peacei
Folded In the dark away
Are the griefs of yesterday.
Right reigns kinglier for the Wrong,
Realized the dream;
And the sorrow is the song,
| And the songs supreme!
Hope is with us-faith is strong
In the singing oil the songl
Let It reach the heaven profound
| over storm and strife!
Let its thrilling notes resound
| At the Gates Of Lifei
10! all tears and sorrows cease
In the beauty of Gods peacel
Why the Heather Rage.
ivy does ae heather rage?"
Dat what de good Book say.
spect he mus be hongry.
| CHit fees UNI datawayD
He see de empty plate en- cup
Done eat de missionary upI
Dat wy de heather rage
En- tear his kinky wool:
No use ter preach de gospel
| Ontell de heather full
| Dey goes on preachin' anyhow
En- heah's one heather hongyy nowi
An Incorrigible.
| 1 hear de gray owl sing his psalm:
lis you gwine ter swear OF wen YOU
drink yo' dram?
De bran new year
| Is almoS' here
En- what you gwine ter do in de bran
new year?'
But / Up en- say:
''Dis Christmas day,
En- de bran new year is fur awayr'
Den de gray owl up on say ter me:
"You des ez trifiln ez kin be!
You knows full we'll
Ez de tale L tell,
Dat you hears de SCUM er de new ven,
bell."
| But 1 up en- say:
''Dis Christmas day,
En- L low dat de new year fur awavm
Let Us Believe.
Let us believe
That there is hope for all the hearts III.
grieve;
| That somewhere night
Drifts to morning beautiful with light.
| And that the wrong
Though now it triumph. Yields no scepte
long.
| But Right will reign
Ihroned where the waves of Error bea
In vain. ooa