The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1873-04-03
Yesterday-TO-day and TO-MorrOw
By REV. Z. H. OSBORNE.

OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES Tomorrow
By REv. T. Il. OSBORNE.
Yesterday is "gone glimmerine
through the dream of things that were
a schoolboy's tale, the wonder on an
hour. To-day is here, freighted with
immortal interest, ready to be launched
int eternity; moored only for q mo.
ment in the haven of the present noon
of being. To-day is the warp and wool
Of the souls henceforth-the record OF
eternity in .JTUe letters.
. Tomorrow To-morrownev 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 eve
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 foun-
tain of beauty springs up along the
wastes of Memory
Though the ocean roar around us.
Still its waves shah bear us on:
Though the desert shozld surround US
1t hath springs that may be won
How the bright spots on the bosom of
Yesterday charm u.s. A kindly uttered
word, a mountain temptation resisted.
and trampled into dust beneath the feet
OF brave endeavors, a shout of victory,
uttered in Gods strength amid the
flashing swords of envy, and the bIaz-
ing fre-brands of the worlds cruel
mOckery and hate, a 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 NAV
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 A.? The 5sot0 of being is the seeds
time of distant harYests, whose golden
glories will be gathered by the sons of
God, in the morning light of Eternity.
" N0'0 is the day of salvation raop is
the accepted time - now is mans heri-
age for veal or woe. God says, Now.
Man says, Tomorrow. Tomorrow "is
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-
rowOur friends may say: f" He is dead -
To-day we may toll for Gods glory and
humanity's great good, and carve our
record where the stars glitter and the
angels sing. Oh, brother man, glorifv
the soul by. the uplifting grandeur of
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 grandIy
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 and
your telIOw-men. Let the angels see
that your religion is more than the
splendid pageantry of barren ritualism
"a glorified charity, vital with Iabors
OF love, and full of immortal, moveless
faith. Battle for the right crush down
the wrong. Shout amid the blaze of
ife's grand battle for God and Humani-
ty? If you have friends, love them.
never degrade your manhood by desert
ing them if they fall, lift them up. and
stand by them until they can stand and
run and fly. If you have enemies, thank
God for it; they are guards by the
portals OF hell pickets by the shrines
of temptations, they beat us back from
the gates of wrong and ruin. Thank
God for your enemiesl Love them it
is well enough to let your lives stamp
their prophecies with falsehood. Work
for God and Humanity.
4" And when steals the eventide,