The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1855-10-18
,smEkT ME TOMORROW"


Thus said one man 10 another in the street
yeslerday-"meet me Tomorrow" They
stood with their hands clasped, looking hope.
fully each into The Others face, as iftbe flush
of The morrow they waited for already crown
ed them with its radiance. But the utter
ance of these words, they broke asunder,
eact. going his own way--who shall say that
they may not clasp hands again on the upper
stand tomorrow. @ a.
inject me to. morrow tits to-day now.
The sunlight CLEANS around us, the birds
chant their songs above us, the brooks bubble
a, ourfeel Flowers are kneeling at our path
side. Hope nesllss in our hearts. Love
leans upon our arms, whispering sweetwords
as we walk together. But with all we are
not happy; there is spectre standing in our
path, with finger lifted, as if beckonins down
calamity npon us. Il is the morrow; and
however sweet the music, however grand the
light, however fragrant the perfume, we can
not put away the thought that when to-mor-
row comes It will be to-day again, and the
mantle of futurily will have dropped one
more fold--one more of it's dense, dark folds
around our pathway.
"Meet me Tomorrow" These are the
ao, 'en words; they constitute sentence, in
which Hope shines as jewel in the tiara OF
kings. apd wherein Faith CLEANS as ster on
,hs miro, of I. h.taavep. Brave words, too, are
these for thew brea, a,the the spirit Of tha. cour-
noe which defies al, cit i,eumslan'e, and braves
the perils lhronging in ih,s a'sles OF lime 10
come. "Meet me tomorrow" 10 song "
zirelect such as women Of tie east sing IN
joyful days il is an assertion OF fam, eu0n "'
the martyrs made even with the benhei VI
fame wrapped around Them. Still, the SOS
at times has sob in il. Men canno: always
be hopefuI-the heart cannot always be glad.
Hence is it, that "Meet me tomorrow is
sometimes uttered with fear and trembling,
So that il sounds more like a dirge than song
of hope.
-" Meet me to.morrow." Time is passing;
each hou: some hope slips from it's string
some golden opportunity is lost forever--
some new pilfall yawns in our path. Are
we preparing for the meeting OF tomorrow !!
The years do not stop in their career; the
blooms OF life do not cease withering from
our hearts. Silently but surely we are drift
ing on to the unknown shore where the
earoues of millors before US have dropped
their anchors in The bosom of the s'still wa
ters." Shall we not strive so 10 live that We
may 60 up fearlessly 10 the great meeting
of the Eternal Morrow; daring, with unblanch-
ed face, 10 confront the records of the buried
years which shall come up al The resurec-
ton call, from their graves along our path,
to bear testimony as TO our life and conversa-
lion here below --Newark Mercury.
"Meet me tomorrow" The Alma tree.
.Nieuhuhr lells us, is always illed with bios
SONS. So is the heart of man who can al
ways utter "Meet me Tomorrow" in the
calm confidence that, come what may, he
will be prepared therefor--lha,, however dark
may be the clouds, or however bright the
sunshine, with him all will be we'll Such
| man dwes in realm brighter and purer
than the vale of Rosetta, filed as iiwas
with turtle doves, for he has great. hopes
singing in his heart continually, whose mu-
sic equals that f.the. angels, whose fingers
are twining around him by day, and by night
the symphonies and the loves OF The Holy
Ones whose aliars are planted on the upper
| strand. -. ti.