The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1873-09-17
GArHERED IN SEASON,
" As shock of corn cometh in his season."

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CAS- shock of corn cometh in his season."
In his moral tillage, God cultivatcs many
flowers, seemingly only for their. exquisite
beauty and fragrance. For when, bathed in
soft sunshine, they have burst into blossom,
then the Divine Hand gathers them from the
earthly fields, to be kept in crystal vases i'll
blessed mansions above. Thus little children
die-some in the sweet bud, some in fuller
blossom, but neither too early to make Heaven
fairer and sweeter with their immortal bloom.
Verify, to the eye Of Faith nothing is fairer
than the death of young children. Sight and
sense indeed recoil from it. The foweret, that
like breathing rose filed heart and home
with an exquisite delight,--alas ! we are
stricken with sore anguish to find its stem
broken and the blossom gone. But unto
Faith, eagle-eyed beyond mental vision, and
winged to mount like the singing lark over
the fading rainbow unto the blue heaven,
even this is touchingly lovely.
The child's earthly ministry was well doue,
for the rose does its work as grandly in bios
som as the vine with its fruit. And having
left to sanctify and lift heavenward the very
hearts that broke at its farewell, it has gone
from this troublous sphere ere the winds clsil-
led or the rains stained it--leaving the world
it blessed and the skies through which it pass
ed still sweet with its lingering fragrance--to
its glory as an ever-unfoldng flower in the
blessed garden of God | Surely prolonged
life on earth hath no boon like this /! For
such mortal loneliness TO put on immortality
Ito rise from the cainal with so little memory
of earth that the mothers cradle seemed to
have been rocked in the house of many man.
sions--to have no experience of weared
mind and chilled affections, but from child's
joyous heart growing up into the power of an
archangelic intelect-to be rapturcd rs
blessed babe through the gates of Paradise
-ah this is better than to watch as an old
prophet for the car of fire in the valley of
Jordan. s
Surely, God is wise in all his works. And
amid our tears win we rejoice in this harvest
feast, that among us. as elsewhere, he gathers
so largely the fiowersin their season.
And as of flowers, so of fruits in their order,
and after their kind each "cometh in his sea-
SON. Some fruits ripen early. Scarcely has
the delicious June poured its full glory over
earth ere some rare and delicate species are
already ripened. And some ripen later. And
some still later There are trees that do not
even blossom till midsummer. And there are
fruits that remain hard and unsavory till God
shakes them in the autumnal wind, and treats
them with the distressful ministry of FROST
And SO is it in the spiritual souls develop
and mature differently. Some are ready for
gathering at life's early summer some come
not to.the earring till tile time of the latter
rain And God watches carefully that each
shall "come in his season." We indeed
sometimes talk of untimely deaths Of young
Christians, removed too early from spheres of
usefulness, as if the Omniscient Husband
man did not know when his immortal grapes
are purple and His corn in the ear. Surely,
God does the whole thing wisely, gathering
each spiritual growth just as 1t comes into con-
dition for its immortal uses.
Oh, thought beautiful and comforting !
Death is not destruction, but haryesting-the
gathering from fields of mortal tillage ripe
fruits in their season. And why then should
our harvest-feast be sad over garnercd immor-
tality ? Why should this sweetly tollmg bell,
filling the troubled earthly air with gentle
sound, so startle and appal the trustful
spirit God strengthen your faith so to behold
this mysterious thing in light from Heaven
that its dark veil shall seem transparent, and
face with soft eyes look forth loving and
bright as the face of an angel.
Death is not destruction Death is not
even decay Death is harvesting Hear ye
this, oh, disconsolate hearts Ye parents
from whose household sweet children have
been 'rudely parted, hear ye this !" The Be-
loved hath gone down into His garden togath-
er lilies - Ye children who have lost re-
vered parents, and whose life is chilled in the
shadow Of the dread thing orphanage -hear
I ye tins e AS shock Of corn coneth in his
season. so are matured souls gathered to the
garner of God.-Rep. @. Wadsworth.
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