The Washington herald., 1910-03-20
BY THE oPTIsIIsT.


inspiring one. How good it feels to
know that the spring has come.
That soft season. when descending show Is
Cali forth the greens. and wake the rising now IS;
When opening buds salute the welcome day
And earth, relenting, feels the genial ray.
Budding Time" is the time to grow. It
is the time to sprout. as il were. to
watch the character expand. You have
planted your good resolutions-now they
are beginning to show for the fostering
care that you have given them.
BY and by they will begin to bear
fruit. and when the harvest time comes
much depends upon the care and atten-
ton you have given the plants during
the budding time"
The true optimist is In his element IN
the spring. He scents the strong. sweet
and pure air of heaven and delights in
the fad that he is alive. Care and sor-
row, anxiety and pain, alike are all
drowned IN the flood OF sunshine. He
basks in the brightness and the sheer
Joy of living
OF course, it is not so hard to be an
optimist when all the world is bright
and happy-it is easier then TO make new
optimists Cheerfulness begets cheerful
ness, and the frank, open JOY of the
whole world Is contagious. You want TO
sing and to be glad and gay. and you
want every one TO share that feeling
with you.
What more can you wish for than the
delicious eontentment that the spring
time brings? Every little sprig of green
growing thing that you see. you want TO
stop and greet BY and by. when the
whole landscape is green, you will not
notice it. It is in the budding time that
each seperate bud and ieaflet seems TO
be a distinct harbinger Of the earth's
awakening.
One poet has expressed it that one
wants to get right down and kiss the
warm brown earth in the spriEgtime.
He seemed TO feel the exuberanee of
budding time.
Optimists are you. too. 'budding?" Is
the character beginning to unfold? Have
you felt the springtime In your veins?
BE up and doing-and live. live. livei
Drink deeply of the springtime, brother
optimists. It is the gladdest time of the
year. Let your optimism overfiow-glory
in yourself and the benefits of life, for
when
Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the tres
Rock'd in the cradle Of the western breeze.
1t means something 10 be an optimist and
enjoy life TO its utmost.
For Easter Sunday. Love" is TO be
the subject. I explained on Wednesday
why I thought this would be the right
subject for the anniversary of His res
direction. Many Of the contributors of
the club were not members last spring
when Love" was the topic-and you
will all be glad. I know. to have an op-
portunity 10 express yourselves on this
subject.
One word about brevity. You will no.
tice that have been obliged to give up
some of my precious space, so that 1
want every one who writes for the Sur
day subject 10 be as brief as possible.
1 want so much to set every one IN who
is worthy of honorable mention, but, of
course. that is impossible, unless you
come quickly to the point OF your
thought. Many contributions are left out
each week on account of their length
Some Of you have written that you do
not know the topic for the following
Sunday in time to get your letters TO
me on Wednesday. For the benefit of
these 1 will again call attention to the
fact that announcement of coming con
tests are printed conspicuously in heavy
black type in the Wednesday morning
Herald.
Ten one-dollar prize-winners:
The golden line is drawn between win |
ter and summer. Behind is blackness |
and darkness and dissolution. Before is !
hope, and soft airs, and the flowers, and
the sweet season of hay; and people will /
cross the fields, reading or walking with |
one another; and instead of the rain that /
soaks death into the heart of green |
things, viii be the rain which they drink 4
with delight: and there will be sleep on 4
the grass at midday. and early rising in !
the morning. and long moonlight even
ings.-Leigh Hunt.
rs North Carolina avenue southeast.
Beneath the fruit tree boughs that shed /
The snOw-whtte blossoms on my head.
With sweetest sunshine round me spread
OF springs unclouded weather;
In this seQuester'd nook how sweet
To sit upon my orchard seat,
And flowers and birds once more to greet.
Ny last years friends together.
Wordsworth.
AIRS. NJ. A. McGRATH
$40 Second street southeast
Listen TO the sweet voice Of the spring.
time Open your soul to the joy and /
rapture Of unfolding nature Come into
intimate touch with the thrill of life
Shake of the winter garments of gloom,
of zeal, and know the joy of spring.
Expand and blossom forth into the true
gladness of your being.
EVELYN HAHN.
There is no time like spring,
When iife's alive in everything;
Before new nesting sing,
Before cleft swallows speed their journey Il
back
Along the traekless track.
Christina C. Rosetti
Miss ADELAIDE sATTERFIEID, /,
10 Seventh street northeast.
THE sun is bright, the air is clear,
The darling swallows soar and sing,
And from the stately elnis I hear
The bluebird prophesying spring.
"All things are new-the buds, the
leaves
That gid the elm trees nodding crest,
And even the nest beneath the caves