The Golden age. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1906-1915, January 29, 1914, Image 1

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t)/ /&~ | H E?l6t~ T 9 K ”’ / n ■t IwttfcJs J9SX l£k I Vol. ®B. No. 49. It’s been a lovely, shining way— The way fate gave to me, And back along the bygone years No stones or thorns I see. I followed where the flash of wing And lilting carol led, The violets blue beneath my feet, The sky, blue overhead. The purple dells, the leaping streams, The sunny, daisied hills Were as an artist’s master touch. That yet my being fills. But, oh, somewhere adown the years— The waiting years untrod, There waits for me a lonely road To lead me nearer God. A road so desolate and lone. With rugged boulders piled, That leads where thieves and robbers bold Infest the mountains wild; Where thorns and brambles bar the way, And no sweet roses blow, DO YOU BELIEVE IN THE THINGS THE GOLDEN AGE STANDS FOR? DO YOU BELIEVE THE PRESS HAS AN INFLUENCE HAD YOU THOUGHT THAT YOU HAVE A RESPONSIBILITY TO GOD AS TO THE KIND OF LITERATURE YOU AND YOUR NEIGHBOR READ? PAPERS THAT SEEK TO UPLIFT HUMANITY AND FIGHT THE EVILS THAT ARE FLOODING COUNTRY MUST HAVE THE “WHEREWITH” JUST AS EVERY SALOON AND ITS ATTENDANT HARVEST OF VICE MUST HAVE MONEY. THEY GET THEIRS WITHOUT THE ASKING. WHAT ABOUT YOUR $1.50 FOR ONE YEAR’S SUBSCRIPTION TO THE GOLDEN AGE, OR BETTER STILL, SIO.OO FOR ONE SHARE OF STOCK FOR THE MASTER’S SAKE ? ATLANTA, GA., JANURAY 29, 1914 THE ROAD TO JERICHO And I shall fall beside the road — This road to Jericho. For sometime, somewhere in this life Each soul must surely go This lonely way—must find some day The Road to Jericho! And, oh, ’twill surely come to me, I, too, the road must tread, And who will aid me by the way Along the road I dread? Will some kind hand and kinder heart Lift up my drooping head, Or will each step pass slowly on And leave me there for dead? I count my friends as some lone priest May count his rosary, But of them all whose hand would aid? Whose lips would comfort me? Oh, let me ccount each heart again— Each heart I’ve trusted so: And find one true enough to share The Road to Jericho! Opelika, Ala. —Leila Mae Wlison. ONE DOLLAR AND FIFTY CMWTg A YEAR :: FIVE CENTS A OQFY