Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-03-21
Bv WINIFRED BLACK.

shines there on the cloudiest dav
Narcissus, slender. fearless. vain
q gallant among flowers are won
Niolets, oh, violets, ell purpla and
dewy and fragrant. After all viz.
lets are the dearest, for once ana
/ loved gave me a knot Of them
when my heart ached, and 10, tho
world has changed for me since
that day.
Look. children the candy eggs
That's a brave one there of choco.
lates, brown and rich. How many
lovely pains would he give YOU. do
YOU think, if you bit into his rich
middle?
And, oh, here's a dream egg
Have you never seen one? Wen
Wen buy the fairy dream egg
though it isn't quite time for i,
yet, and then home
Hurrah the fire is dancing On
the hearth! Off with the coats
down with the hats, and now, here
in the freight, we three will look
into the dream egg.
There, little brother, hold it 10
your clear, gray eye-so, now. what
do you see? Oh, how beautiful! A
bridge, a garden, a little house all
covered with roses, a woman in a
red cloak at the door, so still. So
serene, so Sunday quiet.
Now, little girl, you, too-yes. the
little house, the bridge, an euchant-
ed footpath over a river of pure
delight-yes the garden, too. and
roses, oh. roses, and roses! and the
little woman in the red cloak.
All, something new-a pond with
swans sailing on it-what garden
of happiness!
Easter Time Is Hope Time.
Oh, if we could only get into
that garden, all of us together and
lay our faces to the roses. and set
eager feet on the enchanted path
across the beautiful arching bridge.
Perhaps the little woman would
show us the other side of her red
cloak and tell us why she wears it
always.
And maybe we would eat in the
garden We'd set a table there un-
der the rose trees, close to the run
ming river, and we would have for
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comb and new milk with creamy
richness in every swallow, and it
would be set on a silver tray and
eaten from plates and cups Of pur-
est crystal, and there would al
ways be enough for all
And then we would take a boat
canoe Of sweet smelling bark, such
S the Indian Peter Thunder used
TO paddle long, long summers ago
when the wind came up from the
west and brought the smell Of
sweet grass from the meadow
Away we would paddle, away
away up, up the shining river
round grassy bends, past sweet
meadows, thick with clover, by an
apple orchard flush with pink glory,
See the 'pineyes" in that old-fash-
Toned dOOryard, there by the Odhh'
white and pink. They blow and oh.
how sweet the clover is! And
wasn't that a Whit of sweet briar
Look-I saw a fish leap silver he
was, and speckled How the shad-
ows of the trees Geck the stream
the very paddles shine I'm the
cleaning water.
Flow on, shining river; flow onto
dream meadows, through dark fol-
ests; on, on, river; We can not
follow where you beckon; we are
here, you know. outside the magic
egg, just loc-.ing in and loving you.
Some day, little boy, some day
brown hair, maybe we viii learn
the password that viii change us
to little creatures like the woman
in the red cloak, and then we snaA
enter the magic garden and ANs
Oh, so happily, ever after.
Easter time, flower time, fairy
time hope time, sweet time of al.
the year-arise, my heart and bid
il lOEOuS welcome