Republican vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1857, 1855-06-09
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/ Thus said one man to another in tn
street yesterday-"meet me tomorrow.
7 They stood with their hands elaspsd, look
ing hopefully each into the others face
as If the flush Of the morrow they waite,
for, already crowned them with its radi
apce. But with the utteranee Of these
words, they broke asunder, each going
his owp way--who shall say that they
may not clasp hands again on the upper
strand tomorrow
Meet me tomorrow p 1t is to-day
now. The sunlight CLEANS around us
the birds chant their songs above US. the
brooks babbIe a, our feet Flowers are
kneelins at our path side, Hope nestles in
our hearts. Love leans upon, our arm
whispering Sweet words as We. ssalk TO-
eet;ler. But with all ne are not happy
there is sceptre Standing in our. path.
with finger lifted, as if beck oning down
calamity upon us. II is the Morrow; and
however sweet the music. however grand
tue light however fragrant tue perfume,
we cannot put away the thought that when
tomorrow cones it vii! be to-day again.
and the mantle OF fuiurty will have drop
ped one more fold--one more Of Its dense,
dark folds around our pathway.
Meet me Tomorrow" These are
golden words; they constitute fsentence,
ia which Hope shines as a jewel in the
tiara of Kings, and wherein Faith CLEANS
as star On the mirror of Heaven. Brave
words too. are these for they breathe the
spirit Of that courage which defies all en-
cunistance, and braves the pegils thronging
in the aisles of time 10 come. Meet me
Tomorrow" is song, zirelect such as
women OF the East sing in joyful days; 1t
is an assertion Of faith, such as the mar
tyrsmade even with the banner OF fame
wrapped around them. Still. the song at
times has sob IN 1.-THE eye from which
faith looks FORTH has tears in it. Men
canDot always be hopeful--the heart cam
not always be glad. Hence is it, that
"aIeet me To-mofrow" is sometimes ut
tered with fear ard trembling, so that it
sounds more ike difge than song Of
Hope.
Meet me Tomorrow" The Alma
Tree, Nieahof tells Us, is always filled
with blossoms. So is the heart of men
who can always utter "Meet me To-mor-
row" III the calm confidence that come
what may, be will be prepared therefor
that however dark may be the Clouds or
however bright the sunshine, with hin
all viii be well. Such man .dwe.ls IN a
realm, brighter and purer than the vale of
Rosetta, filed as il was with turtle. doves
for he has great hopes ia singing in his
heart continually, whose music equals that
of the angels whose fingers are twining
around him by day, and by night the
Symphonies aud the loves O. the Holy
Ones whose affairs are planted on the up
per strand.
"Meet me To-morTow," Time is pass
ing; each hour some hope slips from its
stfigg--sone golden opportunity Is lost
forever--seme new pitiall yawns in oar
path. Are we preparing for the Meeting
of Tomorrow The years DO not stop in
theil career; the blooms Of life do Dot
cease witheriug from nur hearts. si!aat-
~, but surely we are drifting on to the IN
known shore, where the batqnes Of Mil
lions before us have dropped their aachois
in the bosom of the 'stil waters" Shall
we not strive SO to live that we may 20
up iearless'y to the great meeting of the
Eternal Morrow; daring. with unbanched
face, TO confront the records of the buried
years which stall come up, at the resurrec-
ton call, from their graves along our path
TO bear testimony as to our life and con-
versation here below?