The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1874-11-26

Say, what shall believer" my neighbor said,
Late yesterday, when light discourse had led
~ g raver themes. For me, stand per-
While fierce polemlcs each upon his text
VI Scrlptural foundation builds his creed,
anu cries, 10 here Is Truth the Truth"
Some surer way than the theologians teach
~ ~, ~, uoglnaS Vi the sects." answered, leach
Must 10 his own believing. AS for me,
MY creed Is short as any mans may be-
us written In 'Ihe Sermon on the Mount
ana ana I IN Ihe '.PateT;Noster'; Iaccount
or mat sweet prayer, the briefest and the best
Ia all the lturgies) OF higher worth,
10 ling souls, then all The creeds on earth,
A father loves his chlldren-that know
And fain would make them happy. Even so
our Heavenly Father-as we clearly learn
From his dear word, and dimly may discern
From bis fair WORKSHOP us, his children weak
TO walk unhelped, and little prone so seek
In all our ways what best deserves his smile
or approbatlon,careth all the while
With love lneiIable. IT'S little more
or his designs venture to explore
save with the eye OF faith. with that see
aided By reasons gasses) what may be
Hereafter, in the coming Kingdom when
The King shall justify his ways with men
on earth"
"And what" my doubling friend inquired,
"Shall be our deStiny?"
mo tongue inspired
Hath plainly told us that. cannot tell
II Is not given to know-where we shall dwell
To wisdom infinite-that what is best
For each will be his place; that we shall wear
In the beyond the character we bear
In passing; with what 'meliorating change
OF mind and soul, within the endless range
OF their activities, cannot tell.
know our Father doeth all things well,
And loves and charges not"
"Alas we know
The earth Is rife with unavalilng woe y
My friend made answer, slow can such things
be?
The father being perfect, we should see
His government the same
Would he not err
In the first act OF some well-ordered play,
Should cry 'Preposterous = and go away
And crlticise the whole Qour acts unseenD
As ill-contrived, lncOnsequent, and mean?"
" Something germane to this" my daughter
said,
"In an old Jewish tale | lately read:
To plOus Bldad, deeply mourning one
Whom he had deeply loved-his only SON
Who ofthe plague had died that very day,
Came to his friend Amos, saying, Tell me,
What IS the grief that bows thy reverend
head?'
The mourner answered, pointing to the bed
Wherein was laid the body OF the youth,
Behold, my friend, the cause? good cause, in
sooth,
For one TO weep who sees his hopes decay
The work Of years all blasted in a day,
AS there thou seest" Amos, answering, said,
IT'S true, indeed, thine only son is dead:
And as thy love even so thy grief Is great
But, tell me, friend, doth not thy faith abate
In some degree the sharpness OF thy pain p
ALAS y said Bildad, 'hOw can refrain
From these despairiDg tears, when thus | find
My anxious care to cultivate the mind,
The wondrous gifts and graces OF my son,
Untlmely doomed to death, is all undone? .
Touched by his sorrow, Amos sat awhile
In silent thought; then, with a beaming smile,
AS one who offers manifest relief
lie said, % Biidad let IL soothe thy grief
That He who gave the talents thou hast sought
TO cherish. and by culture wouldst have
wrought
To highest excellence in this thy son,
VIII surely finish what thou hast begun"
JOHN G. Sdae.