The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1903-08-03
frank u. Stanton.
The Thankful Song.

InOugh the morning found the tWlllShe
and the blossoms met the blast:
Let's say that on the way
We were happy for day.
And though we mourned the winter, we
knew the flowers of May!
Let's sing a song O thankfuiness for
hearts that truly beat:
Even If we missed the mountaintop. the
valleys shades are sweet!
Let's dream that God does best!-
Though the thorns be at the breast,
We shall dream His dreams Of Silence.
reap the roses Of His rest!
Difference of Opinion
II think" said Brother Williams, dat
de devil must be in de weather.
Great mistake" replied Brother Dick
ey. de devil is in you, en- OATS what
makes you sweat SOL!
The Lazy Singers.
The folks that sing of fields Of green,
and meadows wide, and such,
Amt never had to hoe q row-ain't never
plowed 'em much.
It's well enough 10 WHO GIL OoWh All
that ERE city STYLE
But, you bet they never leave tho town
to plow the fields q while!
It's ell right-tfis here singln' about the
fields an streams,
When you're underneath your rooftree,
from the hot suns blazin' beams;
But every one would change their tune
and quite forget to smile.
II they struck the fields in August. and
plowed them fields while!
When the Rivers Find Sea.
The world Is lookin' lonesome.
But ali the grief will go;
Some day. in perfect music,
The streams shall seward flow,
And Wen reap undreamed-of roses when
the Winter brings the snowI
What though the hills before us
Seem ever dim and high?
The angels brush, with wings OF white
Their green crowns, from the sky,
And they feed Gods fiocks forever. and
they'll rest US by and by!
Just q Song Of 1T.
We're thankful for the winter, when the
frost Is all around
And the squirrels send the hfck rynUla
a-pattering to the ground;
And we're thankful for the summer, when
the birds and blooms abound
And God is God forever and foreyerl
We're thankful for the sorrow-thou9h IL
saddens all the years,
Tor, brighter for the tempest, still the
Star Of Hope appears;
We catch a glimpse of heaven through
the glimmer of our tears,
And God is God forever and foreverl .
O. best are all the thorn-ways where
wounded feet may roam!
The barque will breast the pillows, ana
sight the shores of Home,
And 'Welcomen' in chime OF bells, Will
float across tho foam,
FOR God is God forever and forever
In Watermelon Weather.
Afar Wen leave the dusty town.
And skip the bloomin heather
And send the drippin' buckets down
In watermelon weather.
The oaks green branches bending Ger,
Wen seek the shade together,
And carve the red fruit to the core
In watermelon weathert
a Flower Song.
Roses for the lover
Let their thorns bring rue;
Daisies for the dreamer,
Vioiets for youl
Yet never sweeter dreamer
Reaped daisies in the dew
Star-Ioved fields Of clover
Where the brown bees roam.
Gardens where Loves lilies
Fleck the dust like foam,-
Lead US there, sweet dreamer,
TIL the heart sings Homer
Sic Transit.
Fade the earth-scenes from our view
Swords In scabbards rust:
Centuries are drops Of dew;
What are worlds that feck the blue?-
Like the fleeing life Of you,
Dreams-and starry dust!
A Fishing Story.
Fishin' In the river
Headin' fer the lakes,
Johnny hollers, with the jug
Look out fer snakes,"
Chilly by the river side
Old Malaria wakes;
Tilt the jug an fill the mug
Look out fer snakes!"
Homeward in the twilight
Crooked path he makes;
Woman with a broomstick:-
Look out fer snakes"
The Leading Question.