The Atlanta constitution., 1901-02-11

Wonder why the tear. the sigh.
When were sayin' of GoOdby?
With Love to Lead.
IF Love will only lead us
We should not ask the way
or If it's wild with winter.
Or blossom blown with Nov.
If thorns-we should not heed them
If blossoms. well-a-day!
If Love will only lead us
We need not ask the way.
II Love will only lead us
VIII hear the prayers we pray.
In even the darkest midnight
Our souls will dream of day.
The thorn shall know the blossom
Tho Night the mornings ray:
If Love will only lead us
We need not ask the way!
Brother Dickey's Philosophy.
De man what follers de mule may git
no glory. but nine times outen ten he'll
have grub when de glory fellers is a
huntin' it.
Some folks sez de worl' needs war ter
kill off de people: but ez ter dat I'm
willin' ter leave myself IN de hands er
providence en- de doctors.
dunno whether de worr is CROWN bet
ter or wusser: but 1 mighty thankful dat
l still on de top side er It,
De weather down south Is seldom cor
enough ter freeze rose or give man
lvin' chance ter Growl.
The Faith of It.
Sometimes we think. when the heart in
tba 81
Il sick with its sorrow an grievin',
If things never happen at all for the best
We can make 'em the best by believin'! !
Briefs from Billville.
A revival has been going on in our town
for a week and seven delinquent sub
scribers have paid up in full. Verify. re-
ligion is a power for good In any COM
munitv.
We attended a Woman's Rights reetinS
last night. Our mother in law presided
She had the floor and we had the roof
Our paper is only 81 a year. but some
folks think we ought to throw in a free
obituary for good measure, and then take
| it out in cabbage and green corn.
What's the User
What de use complainin'
Wen de play is done?
Honey. Wen it rainin'
Des fergit de sun.
What de use cJnplainin'
When de storm, 1t blows?
Take a li'l' rainin'
Ter freshen up de rose!
A Song of Bright Skies.
Talk about your "winter,'-this drowsy
weather seems
! To lead you to river bank-a meadow
sweet with dreams!
| The skies that bend above you are beau
tiful and blue
As the eyes with which your sweetheart
looked worlds of love to you!
Talk about your "wnter"'-it's summer
sweet, and spring;
| And YOU listen, and you listen for
mockingbird to sing:
/ And surely. in the woodlands far. and
in the dreamy dells.
You hear the tinkle-tinkle of the thrush's
silver bellsl
Talk about your "winter!-I know this
dreamy day
Has lost itself forever in crimson
depths of May;
And all the world is beautiful, and all
the skies bend blue
As the eyes with Wnlcn your SWeelhedFl
looked worlds of love to you!
Over Green Meadows.
l.
over green meadows that dream to the
| blue
A last song to you!
| Life that is beautiful-life that is bright
Is only Good morning." and then
Good night!'
| A tremulOus sigh
For a fading, fair sky
| A song in the heart and tear In the eye.
| over green meadows that dream of the
! blue
This last song to you!
What if the years should be rainy with
tears
Burdened with crosses and shadowed with
! cares?
We can dream that the light
/ Shines somewhere in the night
And back of the bleak hills the Morning
! is bright!
A Song of Night.
| l.
Fly fast, o Night! fy fast
| To meet the rosy dawn
When weeping shall be past
When dreams shall die at last:
Fly fast! Fly fast!
| II.
| Fly fast, O Night! fly fast,
! Till the ghost-stars are gone,
| And the ship with storm-rent mast
| Sights the home-shore at last:
| Fly fast! FLY fast!