The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1872-09-05
THOUGHTS.
BY DUFF PORTER.

Music breaks the silence into throbbing
lengths of sweetness.
The shining tinsel of seeming answers too often
for the pure gold of being.
A day gone is like gate closed forever.
We have no past, no future. only Eternal Now.
BY conflict with Evil, we earn and gain all the
good we have. A1
There is no journey that is not measured to our
day.
Happiness lies in the highway of rightdoing.
The realm of perfection is above all law.
We shall have life as long as there is God
What is sadder than tears in the sightless eyes
of the blind?
Nature is true teacher, and truth is written on
all her works.
There is never hand of want lifted up on God
that comes back empty.
No reform. can succeed that sdoes not attend to
the needs of the body before trying to enlist the
soul.
golden gates of Opportunity.
The rain of giving should fall whenever leaf of
need faints and withers
Our hearts should give whenever an empty han d
is stretched out toward God.
The shuttle of Life flies to and fro in the TIM est
forms of matter, weaving a web of being.
Justice to drowning man is to save him,
whether he wishes to be saved no not.
To-day is an angel with hands full Of blessings
standing by the wayside of every life.
Much lies hidden within the boundaries of things
of which we have as yet no conception.
The rough marble block of Existence stands be,
fore every One to be hewn into beautiful statue
of Life.
There is no death in any of the forms CT crea-
tion,-nothing but change and transition.
MANY are weary Of existence but no one who
has ever caught glimpse of life can conceive of
anything more to be desired.
Nothing created has such a glorious assurance
ofimmortality as Man, aud no being so hesitates
to open the gates and enter in.
The rain and sunshine of the summer minister
to a mustard-seed. Shall Souls needs cry out
in vain
flour Fathers tender eyes follow the faltering
wing of sparrow there is no burden under
which We can fall unnoticed.
What ever man gives of his liberty to any
power or passion, is so muca taken from the
measure ofhis manhood
He who does not speak Gods truth beca use it
is truth, sows his seed by the wayslde.
The saddest of all sad sights is an old mans
face from which all the ira ces OF soul have been
blotted out
have charity for all except for him who has no
charity for others,-the one, doubtless, who
needs it most.
There is nothing sweeter than the flowers OF
gratitude that spring up where gift has fallen.
He who closes the door of his heart against a
brothers needs will miss the presence and ben
ediction Of angel guests.
Gods love coca out to every form of life, from
the lowest to the highest.
The desert Of Lie might blossom like the rose
if we would sow the seed we hold in our hands
Who knows what mysterious power hovers over
the fountains of Being, and touches with mold
ing hands the trembling baiance-shells of Des.
tiny.
Whenever there is duty to be done, all the
hands Of Heaven are open to help, with time
strength, and the presence of Gods angel o
compense.
So many need help, that those who have power
and me ans, and use them not, lose the nobIest
luxury of life
Often the ark Of Life waits till doves wings
of light bring some leaf Of assurance from the
orld Of our longing.
A silver star, blossoning into the twilight,
whispered Of the mult.tudes that were lighting
their torches for the march across the infinite
plain of Night.