The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1903-08-24
frank u. Stanton.


No rose in all the world may be.
But heaven and earth are Eli am1ss.
And in the spring the winter is!
What time I glimpse the bluest skies
1 gaze deep in her smiling eyes;
What time the darkest storms L see
Is when those eyes are closed to me!
But all the world is bright when she
Openeth those lovely orbs on me!
Many modern authors are receiving
monuments these days, and yet very lie"
are anxious to get under them.
The Coming Day.
The fields will be bright with the mar
And sorrow and signing will cease
When the land which our toll has made
brighter
Shall smile In the beauty OF peace.
A Dream of Fall Time.
Dogs a-barkin' long en- loud
Finger on de trigger:
Turkey fer do white man.
Possum fer de niger.
Run, chile, run!
Keep de fire hummin'-
PUT de pot en- griddle on
Mister 'Possum COMMIT
Oar he settin' on de tree
How he wink en- frown sub.
Sittin dar, a-watchin' me-
Amt you comm down. suhl
Run. chile, run!
Keep de fire hummin'i
But don't you let de preacher know
Mister Possum COMMIT
Only Hungry.
Here is a merry item from The WIRE
grass Blade:
1.-TWO men who took dinner at Kitchens
restaurant last Wednesday claim thau
they ate pounds OF steak, Il biscuits,
quart of strip and drank gallons or
Coffee
The Good Time in Georgia.
IT'S a good time In Georgia, believers
no matter what people may say:
The stars for our dreams, and the sun
shine Is making the beautiful day!
It's O. good time In Georgia, believers
no matter what people may say!
It's a good time in Georgia. believers
no matter the clouds in the sky
The rainbow is there like a ribbon, and is
shining from meadows on high.
It's still the same rainbow of promise
which God in his kindness lets fall.
And this beautiful thing to Gods chill
dren: there's gold at the end of 1t all!
It's good time in Georgia, believers
See, how Ger the fields that are bright,
The toilers are dreaming of harvest
where the seed has come up through
the night!
We are drifting from darkness to dawn
ing;-no more shall the dark have us
thrall:-
The rainbows Of God, like q promise.
have the gold at the end OF EN- all!
a Natural Born Growler.
How do you like this weather."
"Not much I'm feared it's goin' to
rain"
well how's times with your"
"Sorter so-so.-but they won't last!'
Folks ali well 2"
eyes; but the measela is in the neigh
borhood'
'Wen, you orter be thankful you're
a-livin'."
Yes; but we've all got to dIe"'
The dissatisfied.
If a fiery heavenly chariot should come
for me today
I'd want to stop at stations. takin' ice in
on the way
Ana landed safe in glory, I amt got
any doubt
I'd growl about the climate till the good
saints turned me out!
The Happy World.
Flows the Old world doin ?''
| bet you she would say
II only she could answer
Tn happy on the wayi
I'm happy with my great hills
My meadows rich with hay;
Green fields and singin rivers
I'm happy on the way!
Flows the old world doin'
In winter, cold an gray?
The lonely nights are starless,
An sunshine's left the day.!
But still the brave world answers:
in winter wild, and May.
I'm rollin on to glory
I'm happy on the way!"
Good News by Wholesale.
A postal card sent from Bilville to one
of the absent brethren. reads:
Dear Jim-Nuthin but good news to
tell you. Your crap paid off the mort
gage. your brother broke out o. Jail, an
your daddy has jest got $1,000 out the
railroad fer runnin' over his leg Amt
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