The Atlanta constitution., 1900-11-12
"Son9S Of the Soil"
BY FRANK L. STANTON
Winter Time.

can always hear them fiddles
Callin'-callin' me!
There's joy in spring an summer-fer
.feller's feelin' fine
When he's drowsin' by the river, an
the fish pulls at his line:
But, take 1t all the year around-its
winter time is best.
When l see the cabin fires an the nooies
play their best!
Winter time in Georgia.
Whereer my steps may be,
I can always hear them hddles
Callin'-callin met
Brother DIckey says: de only trouble
bout elections is--dey don't come IRE
quent enough fer honest man ter make
a livin'!'
After the Toll and Strife
We'll, It is over--and here we are a1'e'
the toll and strife,
And the sunshine in the country MAKES
fellow dream of life!
And the world IS still "Endeavor" Win
all of its right ard wrong.
And the Light is ours forever, and IKE
is the same old song!
The same old song OF sghing-the same
Tears unto tears replying: but the rain
bow over the eyes.
over the eyes grCwn weary with 'h0
weeping of the Night:
But never a prospects dreary where
Soul can dream Of Light!
We'll. II is overland here we are;-stili
with undaunted browi
For the loves and hates or the Past-al
last strike hards for the Future no."
Forever the Future beckons: and the
reason and the rhyme
OF Life-so rife with he toll and Strife
is to stand In the steps of Time!
The Result in Billville.
Well. after all. were in ths country, and
the best of 1t all is--it's the same old
country 1t vas fore the election.
We bet our old mule on Bryan; but
we're dead certain he II throw Roosevelt
If ever ne tries 10 ride him.
We lost one house and lot on the cleo
ton: but, thank the Lord, there was
mortgage on both.
The national cyclone moved our office
over into the next county; but that saved
us the expense Of railroad transportation
The republicans promised US that we'd
roll In clover. Now. thatn be all right.
II the cows cont get there before We do.
Never Mind.
Never mind when the violets die
There will be violets by and by.
Under a beautiful. bending sky.
It's oh. for the sorrow that makes you
sigh!
And Oh! for the teardrop that dims the
eye
But the song Will be sweet for them
by and by!
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Brother Dickey on the Election.
7 see nv de papers dat lie pub.ikins en-
sinners hes got in. but. de beauty er 1t is'
de righteous viii git dar BY en- by
De wicked may flourish lax green bay
tree: but suddenly he Is cut down. en- " en-
he falls de righteous Is sno ter ma d
'possum under him.
voted fer Mister Bryan en- de dimmi-
crat ticket. but, bless God, l only Voted
twiCel
De publikins Is done 'Iected: but do de
house Is done blowed way. please God, de
Ian is lef' us
A Goodly Time.
A goodly time is the winter time. with
the cak logs blazin' bright
An everywhere the cool crisp air. an
the burrows frosty white;
An the hddles fine.
An the girls in line.
An the dancln Gay an night
A goodly time Is the winter time: though
Summer LAD pleasures sweet.
When the hot sun burned the rose to red,
,ba ~ made II sweet.
Yet there's pleasure still
BY the vale an hill.
When the fiddles fool yer feet!
a Billvine dispatch says. Everything
quiet Only one republican lynched,-and
we had a grudge against MIN long fore
the election"
To a Little One.
7 know not whittier thy dear steps are
tending.
Dear. on iife'S thorny ways:
! see the morning-not the twilight end
ing
or thy sweet days.
I hear the music OF thy merry laughter
Clear-ringing over all:
I would not think that tears may come
hereafter
Yet. the bright tears Will fall.
I fashion for thee an unclouded heaven
or steadfast stars and sun:
see thee sad, and SHINING. and for
given,
Where brave deeds should be done.
Yet for the end-to know It is forbidden:
In blindness. dear. / trust
Thou shalt find light to see the thorn
spears hidden
Under earth's daisied dust.
Light-{ght for thee. a future sky sdorn-
ing
Garlands and crowns of light!
Kissing thy curls l only say good morn
ing.
And then-Good night! Good night!
Colonel Hanna said on one occasion, his
trust was 'ir the Lord" Sometimes he
Lord is very forgiving.
At the Sign o. the Inn.
II is a tavern gray with age
Beaten OF wind and rain:
But here I end my pilgrimage
And greet old friends again.
'Har' and Lean jack find lodgment
there,
And Mrs. Quickly spreads the fare.