The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-11
IN POETIC REALMS
 OF FACT AND FANCY

Downwards and give low hearts the vine
 That should reward the hghf David Atwood Wasson. Y Margaret Dooris in this little poem of friendship tells the beautiful lesson of seeing good in all and being good to all:
 FRIENDSHIP. Would you have friends-five hundred.
 less or more, Throw open wide your hospitable door: Make it a creed. in which you will believe Iis better far to give than to receive. Why should you take around A microsoope. To spy upon the faults of friendly folks Far better for your peace to shut your For trifing grievance causes many slehs. And never on your friends in judgment sit' Sg,, 3T try to prove that they are counterfeit. Which of your friends are truest, or the best7
 Some real friends who to your faults are Thank God for faith-far better be de- Than not in human hearts to have be- Heved. Margaret Dooris Another kind of thought for others is expressed in the following by Lawrence Eastwood. for a truer charity in it's mean ing of love, is here suggested: When you've flung down your work in When you've rushed to the sea and the
 stream: When you've snapped thumb and finger at And fled to a forest to dream; When you've laughed at each trouble and
 blunder, Think of those who look on and wonder what it's like to be out for day.
 ''coasting:"
 breeze;
 When the world is behind. and it's boast
 ing.
 And you're on the winds and the trees; When past you the flowers are fiying- And nature Is singing her song Think of dull little hearts that are sigh And have starved for respite so long. Your poets have sung to the flowers. Your fairies have circied the trees, But your elves in Arcadian bowers Are no prettier figures than these. You can pipe to the Fair of the Valley. And prattle of fay and of dell: But remember the child of the alley Is one of Gods fairies as well! The sea beach in autumn is in writing as Mrs. Gates sees 1t. Beyond long lines of seawood dunes Beats martial music of the seas; Like Titan blows of rythmic ease, Or onset of old mailed dragons N All lesser sounds the surf drums drown; But on the wild mains hither side, Lie meadows green and marShes wide, Deep inlets blue and corn1elds brown. Light breezes turn the water wheel In mystic motion 'gainst the sky. Gold ricks of salt sea grass rise high, And lengthening still faint shadows steal Long slants the light of Auturnns sun; In choiring chant the crickets sing: Snow white the sail as plumed doves
 wing
 And peace falls wide for day is done. Lands. seas. float in empurpIed light: The level corn is topped with gold. Green gliding over earth is rolled, And down she drifts to beauteous night.
 Mary c. Gates. And this by Alice Cary suggests ideal An! there are mighty things under the Great deeds have been acted, great
 words have been said: No just uplighting some fortune one.
 
 Aye, the more by the head and the
 shoulders too!
 Ten thousand may sin and a thousand
 may fall. And 1t may have been me. and yet 1t may
 be you;
 But the. angel in one proves the angel
 in all. And whatever is mighty. whatever is
 high, Lifting men. lifting women their na-
 lures above, And close to the kinship they hold in the
 sky
 Why. this I affirm, that it's an essence
 of love, What a calling up of old tnme singers and what a revelation of history in the call-but eIhat seer Is Sidney Lanier when he runs through all the different notes of the ages. and culminated his song of triumph in grand antheum of the Christian faith.