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

in Eastern Siberia and those in Canada
clamor for recognition, so 1 would better
open my eyes and put my mind on the
pleasant things that lie around me.
To be able to lift ones eyes to the hills
is great privilege; some have the water,
some the hills. but in counting your
blessings do not forget that all of us
can have the stars. have tried to think
of life without the stars. and / must con-
fess that my imagination stops appalled,
at the idea. Go where we may, those 81
lent companions are sure 10 be with us
if we but lift our eyes. Did you ever
wake in the middle of the night and feel
as If the whole world was weighing on
your heart, that the future was filled
with a responsibility you dared not as
sumo. that there were those in the big
world who would rejoice in your down
fall or failure. not because you had done
anything to them. but because you stand
for something that they cannot under
stand and your failure would vindicate
their theory that the way to succeed in
this world is to do the very best for your
self and let the other fellow sink or swim
as he has the ability2 If you ever do.
then is the time TO pull aside your curtain
and look at the stars. Those eyes OF
heaven that twinkle down upon you and
tell you to be brave, to be of good cour-
age, to put your trust in their Maker as
well as in yours, they tell you that there
is not the shadow of change in his laws
and all things will work out for the best.
Then you can draw the little soboing
sigh that child so often gives when
safely nestled in the arms OF its mother.
and before you know anything else you
will be fast asleep. Weeping may en-
dure for a night, but JOY cometh with the
morning." and when the morning really
Is Gn changed
we wonder that we ever had those I'M
canny turns in the darkness.
Another blessing that all of us can
have is the beautiful heavens; you may
not have much of It. l once was so shut
In that I had only about two yards
square, but made the most OF the little
patch of it, Sometimes ii had a veil OF
the thinnest white over the blue. again II
was a dark deep blue and 1 could imagine
that there were tinges Of gold and per-
haps crimson in 1t, again there would be
stars in ii, or the moon would almost NIL
IL. Those would have been dreary days
for me had not had that patch Of sky.
/ was almost on the borderland, that line
that marks the present from the future.
with those stars looking down upon me
how could 1 be afraid, or how could
lose confidence in the One who holdeth
the world i'm his hands?
But see now my pen mas SA TITS
afternoon. Is there subject you wanted
touched on? Then you should have held
M your hand mad this errant fancy OF
mine might have been brought back TO
the present and the things that are every
dav affairs. But / must confess that it is
good sometimes to lift the anchor and
float on the sea of memory or on the
ocean of dreams.
There is only one thing that must. be
held in our hearts all the time, and that
is that whenever the time comes for our
summons we must not be so absorbed
with the things of this world that we viii
not be ready TO let go.
1T may come when I'm working for
others.
Or laying out plans for myself;
1t may come when I'm laid as a well
worn
And useless book on the shelf;
II may come when my life full of sweet
ness,
Would fam have it tarry awhile:
It may come when my sorrows complete
ness
Makes me welcome the call with
Though it fan in the gentlest of whis-
pers.
Or sound with deep. startling knell,
pray only that l may be ready
To answer: Dear Lord, 1t Is well!
LIZZIE o. THOMAS.