The daily Green Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1861-1865, 1861-08-07
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How Long Shall You Live ?
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Ou Will live forever.
There are no dead The blow which struck
asunder body and spirit, did not end the spirits
life And so the countless myriads Of The
past, whose dust has long since mingled WIFE
the soil, still live. The men, women
and children of Noahs day, and Abraham',,
and Davids the motley tribes that hcrded be-
meath the crescent of the Arabian Prophet
the swarms of Goth aud Hun, Tartar anu
Vanda, that swept the plains Of the Eastern
world the red men, that roamed the forests
of the Western world, and left in mounds and
tree-g grown ruins the dim history of their earth.
ly existence all these are yet alive. Thev
cannot die. Immortality is their brthrigha
and inheritance With the first breath Q! life,
they inhaled Immortality.
You toe, are hencetorth eternal. The lie
you have begun is an endless life. You have
only crossed the threshold There the count
| less ages before you stretch out in imnlca sura
bic distance When you have trod the paths
OF those years or millions of years which ycu
can reckon up, there will still be before yol
many more, fresh and new like the first, aud
SO on forever aud ever As a traveller can di..
Germ his pathway winding among the hills, I'll.
far eff on the horizon it seems to end, but
when he reaches the place there stretches the
path again away to the hil-top-so vii! the
ages oil your endless life lie before you, ever
tie same, age following age, cycle following
cycle, till oil your powers of computation ana
measurement have been bafied and silenced-
and yet you have scarce begun The pever-
endina eternity stretches out just as far ahead
as when you took the first step Of the journey
How long will you live? You viii i've
forever. And your lille there will depend oa
your life here. Every day, as you comp etc
it, will reappear IN the years to come Ever
,, hour. every moment, as it hurrles on its way
leaves page to be read before the throne.
Every act, every thought and feeling of yoGF
> heart records itself in'pcrishably in the nen!.
ory of One who never torgets. You are W.
: ting your life for eternity
In a gallery in Paris hangs famous pit
ure of Murillo, Of an old Spanish monk seat
ed at his desk. He has begun the chrollci'
of his life. Death had summoned him be1or
the work was done but he had sought an
obtained leave to return to earth and tinls:
: it. You see in the monks pale face NOR
- than natuarl energy. Those sunkcn eyes ha'
!. looked " beyond the vale, D and gleam wl'i
,e the visions of eternity. The soul within IA
conmuned with the unseen world, and behei
=. face to face Him who is invisible. = Am
ii the solemn task is renewed with the earnest
" ness of one who has passed the fading scene
So Of time, and is absorbed in the realities be
a. yond. ,.o
Il So let the record of your life be write
e. as in the light Of eternity. Look oeyon.
e and see the unutterable things which sha.
is soon surround you, when yon stand betor
~ a your Judge. Behold your endless lfe-yol
speedy departure Oh needless soul, pr
~ pare for that ctcrnity-and write now such
49, iife.record of faith in Jesus Christ and obcc
e ept service toward him, as that you may rea
ct. it in eternity with joy.-Congregat1o"0'''