The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1873-03-28
Observation-Disclosures Tomorrow
BY REV. E. H. OSBORNE.

Yesterday is "gone glimmering
through the dream of things that were
schoolboy's tale, the wonder on an
hour" To-day is here, freighted with
immortal interest, ready to be launched
into eternity; moored only for a mo-
ment in the haven of the present noon
of being. To-day is the warp and wool
of the souls henceforth-th record of
eternity in .ttUe letters.
Tomorrow ? To-mOrrownever comes.
''There is no such period in all the
hOary calendar of Time" Embosomed
in the dark beyond, no mortal hand can
lift the misty curtain, no human eye
behold its mysteries, no mind solve its
problems, no human ear catch the down
pouring CRATIC from the far-off land be-
yond the "visual line which girts us
round" Memory lives upon the out
stretched plains of Yesterday, holds
communion with the ghosts of the dead,
and suns its plumage in the light of
other days. Here and there, an oasis
gems the desert of the Past, and a foun-
tain of beauty springs up along the
wastes of Memory
"TRough the ocean roar around US.
Still it's waves shall bear us on;
Though the desert shoHId surround lis.
It hath springs that may be won"
How the bright spots Oh the bosom of
Yesterday charm us! A kindly uttered
word, a mountain temptation resisted,
and trampled into dust beneath the feet
| of brave endeavors, shout of victory,
uttered in Gods strength amid the
flashing swords of envy, and the blaz-
| ing fire-brands of the worlds cruel
mOckery and hate, victory won in spite
of earth and hell. These grand memo
ries leap from out the historic rolls of
the Past, and grid the soul with angels
armor. Yesterday tells us what we may
do To-day, to feel the soul thrill with
the grandeur of manhood Tomorrow,
and so make peace with history. Then,
thanks be to God, Yesterday is crowned
with glory to the brave, true humble
heart. Memory need not feed on bones
and hUsks; she may feast on angels
food. To-day? What are we doing to-
day The non of being is the seeds
time of distant harvests, whose golden
glories will be gathered by the sons of
God, i'll the morning light of Eternity.
q NoaO is the day of salvation; mO,O is
the accepted time ;" now is mans heri-
age for veal or woe. God says, Now.
Man says, Tomorrow. Tomorrow els
the thick of time"-fruitless libel OF
Nature. Nature ask no credit. Her be-
nifcence strews the heavens with light,
the air with fragrance, the earth with
food. She does not insult the stricken
starveling with to-morrows promises,
her promises like Gods are "Yea, and
amen" We are living to-day; to-mor-
row our friends may say: He is dead p
To-day we may toll for Gods glory and
humanity's great good, and carve or
record where the stars glitter and t..
angels sing. Oh, brother man, gloritl
the soul by the uplifting grandeur OIL
labor stand by the post of duty, and
though all men fOrsake you, the armies
of heaven will encamp around about you.
Pour out your victorious song over the
bosom of the storm. Throw away the
scabbard and flash the fiery steel in the
face of humanity's enemy, Christ's foe
Speak gently to the erring, speak grandly
to the tried, lift up the fallen, strengthen
the feeble, feed the hungry, clothe the
naked, visit the sick, bury the dead
educate the orphan and love God anC
your fellow-men. Let the angels set
that your religion is more than the
splendid pageantry of barren ritualism
"a glorified charity, vital with Iabors
of love, and full of immortal, moveIess
faith. Battle for the right crush down
the wrong. Shout amid the blaze O.
Iife's grand battle for God and HUMANE
ty? If you have friends, love them
never degrade your manhood by desert
ing them if they fall, lift them up, anG
stand by them until they can stand anG
run and fly. If you have enemies, than1
God for it; they are guards BY the
portals of hell; pickets by the shrine'
of temptations, they beat Us back from
the gates of wrong and ruin. Thanh
God for your enemies! Love them i
is well enough to let your lives stamp
their prophecies with faIsehood WorE
for God and Humanity.
And when steals the eventide,
When LIES Saturday il one,
Wen fling our working dress aside
And rfrrr 74r Sa1,Y.af7s er,--,,.,,.-