Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1909-05-07

OF murky builoingss c-s->n WIN Ule ms
steep
IN fowery slopes. its rivers crystal swell.
May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
'Mongst boughs pavilion'd, where the
deers swift leap
Etartles the wild bee from the foxglove
dell.
But though III gladly trace these scenes
with thee.
let the sweet converse Of an innocent
mind,
whose words are images Of thoughts re-
fined.
Is my souls pleasure; and It sure must
Almost the highest bliss of humankind.
When to thy haunts two kindred
spirits fee.
Yesterday, Mamie Joe said. You never
get out these days; I am going to sit at
your desk this afternoon and send you to
the country"
You may be sure that il did not take
any war to make me abdicate. that was
enc difference between the ruler Of Tur-
key and your humble servant Julia and
I literally took TO the woods"
We rode on a street car as far as
Lakewood. then crossed a bridge and
were In the heart Of the woods. We fol-
lowed a stream that Julia said needed
only to be about fifty times as wide TO be
exactly Ike the French Broad. We
..pIayed Ike IL was that beautiful river.
and on It's banks gathered wild azalias
Of every color. violets and wild flowers
that did not recognize
The blackberry vines looked like min
iature snow banks and Just across the
valley was q tree whose young leaves
WF,-aw- -
cloud
We stood on the bridge and watched the
whirilng waters. the still pools along the
hanks and little eddies that julia said re-
minded her OF coffee with whipped cream
on II.
From a hill top we saw some cows.
garden. log cabin and chickens. a scene
that took US even more completely away
from the city and filled US with plans for
summer outing in a tent under brood
ing bOushs. spf1y leaves and famed by
odorous breezes fresh from the water.
there was one place that was just near
enough the cascade for the sound of the
water TO hull US TO rest and beautiful
dreams
Did you ever hear the story OF the good
old man who dreamed he was dead and
IN heaven7 An angel asked him how he
liked the beautiful world that he had just
left and IL shamed him 10 have to say
that during a long life he had been SO
busy preaching about heaven, and pictur-
ing its gIOries. that he had not seen much
OF the beauties the good God had put
here for US TO enjoy. He awoke from his
dream and resolved to see more Of these
beauties
And all OF US have only to lift our eyes,
at this season, TO see the beauties our
Father has lavished on earth for US.
Who can look at the tender leaves that
all winter were so carefully wrapped
away and in their their tender beauty,
the delicate greens and red browns, and
not think of that old song OF praise:
The heavens declare the glory OF God
The armament showeth His handiwork
Day unto Day uttereth speech,
And night until night showeth knowi-
edge"
Just about sunset we turned our faces
toward the city, and once more assumed
the responsibilities that are ours. We
felt as refreshed as II we had indeed
visited the beautiful scenery of North
Carolina. and today I have that afternoon
as another picture to hang on memory
wall and cheer the solitary moments.
Takeryour mind off OF your work for
half q day, forget what you have been
trying TO do. and play such a game as we
did Not one word OF shop" was spok-