The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1900-10-08
Let the Good Times In.
From Der the Hills.

I come. dear Heart. DER the dividing
hills
Meath skies undreamed of. and in ways
unknown:
/ cannot bear earth's loneliness alone
It's crimson gardens and sea -singing rills.
Mournful the music of the whippoorwilis,
And even the thrush is as strange
grown:
It's sweet elusive voice is not your
Not to It's melody my wild heart thrills.
But in the distance and the darkness
ever
stretch to YOU pale hands-as IL to
pray.
Life one sweet dream-one steadfast'
sweet endeavor
To pass from darkness to the light or
day
To find at last. meath shadowed skies or
blue.
In life and death the wav that leads to
you!
No Matter.
No matter what they say OF 1t
It's sinnin' an forgivin';
This world Of ours,
With thorns an flowers,
Good folks. is where we're Twin
It's stormy skies,
Its weepin' eyes.
It's bitter sorrow an its signs;
It's love that lives when sorrow dies
Good folks. is where were Twin.
No matter what they say of 1t
For all its sin an sighin'.
Life on this star
Is sweCter far.
Good people all. than dyin!
There lots q light
BY dav an night
Enough to kiss the darkness white:
We're driftin' 10 = mornin' bright.
An life 70 life's replyin'!
Any Kind!
Through tho world together
Foes as well as friends:
ANY kind o. weather
That the good Lord sends!
Sorrow well in tether-
JOY shall make amends:
Any kind o. weather
That the good Lord sends,
Storm that watts the feather
Still the broad oak bends;
Ever more the weather
That the good Lord sends,
Faithful still together
Till life's morning ends
Any kind O weather
That the good Lord sends,
His Choice.
De turkey gobbler roos' too high
In weather coli on murky;
But ef l shine de 'possum eve.
What does / want wild turkey,
De rabbit gwine Ditty-pat
Acrost 1e medders grassy,
lie streak er lean en- streak CT fat,
But 'possum fat en- sassy!
En- springtime fetch de bird en- bee,
I'm all de bud en- blossom;
Hut fall time is de time fer me-
kaze fall time fetch de 'pOssum.
Sorrow Is but for a Dav.
Let us dream-let us sing by the way.
sorrow is but for a day.
The world is rolling beneath tie blue
With ever the sweetest of songs for Won.
And answered shall be the prayers we
pray
SORROW is but for day."
The rivers in music say
sorrow is but for a day."
The hills and the rills the song repeat
To the listening violets at your feet.
And the high stars sing on their heavenly
way
Sorrow is but for a dayi'
1t is but for a day-for q day:
1t will fade-it will vanish away:
And over the darkest-the thOrniest sod.
We shall reap in the beautiful lilies of
God,
And the wearisome winters shall blossom
like May
Sorrow is but for a dayr'
The Joy of Dollar.
(Reprinted by Request)
When a Teller has spent
His last red cent,
The world looks blue-you bet!
But give him n dollar
And you'll hear him holler:
There's life in the old land yetr
For moneys the comforter after all.
No matter what cynics say,
And the world will stick to you when
you fall
If you only can pay your way!
The Thought of You.
The thought of you comes with each
sweet
Wild wind that ripples DER the wheat:
With sunrise DER gray hills and cold
With sunset in a sky of gold,
In all the lovelness l view,
The thought of you-the thought of you!
How sweet that thought when Sorrow
seems
To thrill shadow through my dreams;
When In a sky by temptesr riven
The stars are drowned with tears in
heaveni
Then-then a heaven on earth I view:
The thought of you-the thought of you,
III.
Heart! l. cart, be true in every beat
To make thee worth that thought so
sweet.
In the dim storm rainbow's ray
Light in the blackness of the way!
A dream to dream. a deed to do
The thought of you-the thought of you!