The Cedar County advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Iowa) 1853-1856, 1855-08-15
"..Aeet Me Tomorrow"

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Thus said one man to another IN the
street yesterday--"meet me to- morrow"
They stool wGta their hands casped. look
ing hopefully each Iuto the othsfs lace as
II tue tfisn OF the morrow they waited for,
aleady crowned them with It's radiance.
But with the utterance OF these words.
they broke asuuder, each gong his own
way who shall say that they may not
clasp hands agaI.. on the upper stand to-
morrow
Meet me tomorrow ~ Il is to-day,
now The sun llght CLEAN around US,
the blr!s chant their songs above US, the
brooks babbie at our ieet. Flowers are
kneeIing at our path side. Hope uesiles
in our hearts Love leans upon our arm,
whispering sweet words as we walk
together. But with the all we are not
happy there is sceptre standing in our
path, with finger lifted, as II beckonIng
down calamity upon US. Ii IS the Nor
row; and however sweet the music.
however grand the ght. however fragrant
the perfume. We cannot put away the
thought that when Tomorrow comes 1t
will be to-day again, and the mantle of
fu.ur,y will have dropped one more iod
one more OF It's dense, dark ids around
our pathway.
"Neet me to-m1rrow.' These are
golden words they constitute a sentcnce,
in which Hope shines asa lewel in the
tiara OF Kings and wherein Faith z cans
As a star oil the MIR or OF Heaven. Brave
words too, are these Tor they breathe The
sprl, Of that courage which denes all cir
cums,ance, and braves the perlls throng
ing In the ases oil time to come. Meet
the Tomorrow is Il song. a zlraleet such
as women OF the East sing in joyful days
1t Is al assertloa oil iaIth, suCn As the mar.
tyrs made even with the banner Of htme
wrapped around them. StIll, the song at
times has IA sob IN it the eye from wnicn
faith looks forth las tears IN 1t. Me.
caunot always be hopeful the hsar. can.
not always be glad. Hence is ii, tna
Meet me Tomorrow IS sometime:
uttered with fear anl trembling, SO tha, j
sounds more like dIrge than song o
Hope.
Meet me Tomorrow The Alma
tree, NenhoF tells US, is always file,
with blossoms. So is the heart OF met
who can always utter Nee, me to-mor
row. IN the calm confidence that con,
what may, h. w,lI be prepared therefor -
that however dark may be the clouds, o.
however brlgh, the sunshine, with h II
all wall be weil Such a man dwels IN
realm, brighter and p.rer than the vale o
Rosetta, flied as It WAS with turtle doves
for he has grea; hopes singing in hi
heart, continually. whose music e, ual
that Of the an. els whose fingers al,
twlning around hun by day, aud by nigh
the sympnonies aud loves of the Hoi,
Ones whose altars are painted on tn
upper strand.
infect me tomorrow" Tim2 is pass
ing ; each hour some hope Sips from II,
sling--so,ne golden opportunity Is 10
forever - some new pltIall yawns ia Oh
path. Are we preparing Tor the meeting
OF tomorrow Tne years do DOT stop II
career; the blooms OF HE do not ceas
witnenns from our hearts. Sllent.y. bu
surely "" arr drifting Oh to the unknowl
shore, where the barques Of ,nllhons he
lore US have dropped their ancaors IN tn
bosom OF the Iii! water" Shall w
not strive s. 10 1--we that we may 90 U
iearlessl ly to the great meeting ot til
Eternal NJ brow ; daring, with unbauch
ed lace, 10 conlroa' the records oil tn
years which shall come up, al the resur
rectIoa call, from their graves along ou
path 10 bear testanony as 10 our lite au
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