Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1911-07-14

: Hang in the heavens forever sol
: Forever in mid-afternoon.
: All. happy day OF happy June.
8 Pour out your sunshine on the hill,
: The piney woods with perfume I'LL.
And bring across the singing sea
Land scented breezes that shall be.
All. happy day that shall refuse to gol
Hang in the. heavens forever so.
Forever let thy tender mist
Lie like dissoivfng amethyst
Dep in the distant dales. and shed
/. Thy mellow glory overhead,
Harriet Prescott Sponord.
.iAh happy day. refuse to go-' is what
thought last Thursday as I drank in
the glory OF the day. or the afternoon, for
am not 50 fortunate as to have many
whole days 10 play in. The occasion Of
F. this one was a visit 10 the swimming
pool across the river. We got on the
lite boat a little after 3 and were on
the river almost half an hour. We saw
porpoises and other species OF the water
folk. cool breeze was stirring and the
+. sky was ike a baby's eyes. l did not
care whether We ever reached the land
ing or not. but the swimmers" wanted to
\ get there and ] knew that the scenery
there was as pretty as any one could
wish TO see
on. but I wish that you had the OPP
portunity of these girls. The st. Johns
river is a dream after you leave this
side. wonder what more could be de-
tired than 10 own boat. not big one,
started 10 say one Just built for two,
but / would be sure to meet half dog
en- friends and want every one OF them
10 90. 50 I would better say a boat that
would have the magical property of being
just large enough for the crowd want
ing 10 60. Then have time to slip of
from the city and in that boat sail.
or glide in and out of the banks. Let
the warm sweet scent Of the grass and
the whirr OF the birds. then the flash Of
the porpoise and the silver of the trout
bring the pleasure of Gods great out-of-
doors right to you
The river lay and merged its brooks
In It's own color soft and true;
The sail boats. vain of pretty looks.
Leaned to their pictures in the blue"
The boat reaches the other side in due
season and the girls stop moment and
drink in the beauty of the scene. there
is the well kept lawn. then short walk
under the wide spreading trees. a path by
the rose garden. a garden that has
roses from one years beginning TO the
next. then We climb the faintest suggest
ftion Of a hill: want 70 stop here and
take q book and go no farther, but the
girls never let me tarry. for they are
almost at the swimming pool Do you i'm
agine Il is a sheltered nook by a cool
running brooke Well. il is more than
that It is a big room eemented and
walled around so that there may be no
intruders. The water is from a sulphur
spring and flows in a stream as large
as your arm There is no chance of an
accident unless some venturesome miss
should attempt TO stand on the edge and
dive. then she would hit the cement bot
tom and might have a broken head.
The timekeeper tells them when they
have been in long enough and after we
come out there Is sure TO appear from
somewhere some fruit to be eaten on the
homeward way A long blast from the lit
lie boat that took US over tells US to
hasten to the wharf and soon we are
once more on our homeward way. / pity
the Individual that breads TO go home,
but again think Of the lines. "Ah. hap
py day refuse TO go!' and wish that
owned the boat and could stay right in
The river until the moon would rise.
Sitting al my desk I shut my eyes and
"A succession Of beautiful river views
Hash upon my inward eye. that bliss OF
solitude see little park in the juno
zion OF the EIkhart and ST. Joe rivers:
Indiana was in the heart OF June when
Was there. and the pleasant picnics that
We had in the heart OF the city viii never
leave me The next to come Is one on
the Hudson. with the friends who meant
50 much 10 me during the years spent
IN japan Out from the hurley hurley
% New York city We would go. and. by
THE warid forgotten the world forget
Next comes the beautiful Suwanee. or,
Ike a ribbon through il all might be
said to be the Suwanee. for from my
earliest years that has been happy
trysting place. But where would these
beautiful pictures stop? The river that
meant so much TO me in japan. the one