Published Monthly for the Youth of the Reorganized Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints by AUTUMN LEAVES Volume 24 MAY, 1911 Down by the River. By Martha Bailey Proctor. Down by the river the early spring showers Swept away the white blanket that covered the flowers, Number 5 Whispered,-"Johnny-jump-up, friends are waiting for you,— Though whispered so softly the children too, heard, Down by the river, dear wild roses grew, Blushing red in the sunshine and sparkling with dew, Down by the river the willows bowed low To kiss their fair images mirrored below; But the children looked up toward a V in the sky When they heard the hoarse honk of wild geese passing by,— Down by the river and near the old spring The sweet throated blackbirds in concert did sing, And the children's gay voices were hushed as in prayer, Down by the river still bubbles the spring, |