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

shines there on the cloudiest dav
Narcissus. slender, fearless vain
a gallant among flowers are Won
Violets, oh, violets, all purple and
dewy and fragrant. After all viz
let's are the dearest, for once one
l loved gave me knot Of them
when my heart ached. and 10, tba
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 one2 Wei
We'll buy the fairy dream egg
though it isn't quite time for it
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 i, to
your clear, gray eye-so, now. what
do you see? Oh, how beautiful,
bridge, 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-ves tbe
little house, the bridge, an enchant.
ed footpath over 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 a 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 IN
der the rose trees, close to the run
ming river, and we would have for
food white bread and honey in the
Nit
richness in every swallow, and il
would be set on silver tray ana
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 a
canoe of sweet smelling bark, such
as 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-fasl-
Toned dOOryard, there by the bank,
" AlAAN anu BllAhs L liz blONH anu NlAr
how sweet the clover is! And
wasn't that a Whit of sweet briar?
Look saw a fish leap, silver he
was, and speCkled. How the shad-
ows of the trees heck the stream
the very paddles shine in the
cleaning water
Flow on, shining river: flow on to
dream meadows, through dark for
ests; on, on, river; We can not
follow where you beckon; We arc
here, you know. outside the magic
egg. just locking in and loving YOU
Some day, little boy, some day
brown hair, maybe we will learn
the password that will change us
to little creatures like the woman
in the red cloak, and then we shall
enter the magic garden and live
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 joyous welcome.