The Republican journal., 1877-04-05
Jewels of Thought and Devotion.

lis but fever stilled
! PAIN suppressed, a fear al resi-
\ solemn hope fulfilled
The moonShinc on the slumberlng deep
Is scarcely camer-wheretore sleep
Weep not for death
The fouDt OF tears is sealed
Who knows how bright the inward light
TO those shut eyes revealed
Who knows what peerless love may I'LL
The heart that seems So cold and still
The beauty seen is partly in him who sees.
Kindness has rcsistless charms
heart unspotted is not uneasy daunted
The world is wide We are chained TO no man S
lriulnphal car
Take your standard OF 4 man from his mind and
not the dress.
This is q busy world. and people forget
anything and anybody.
Private histories are often like private waspo'
nests; things Of DANGER with no profit in them
II is easier To enrich ourselves with Il thousand
virtues than 10 correct ourselves OF single fault
tod is not at loss to provide for dsembodied
Plrts any more than he is ut 4 loss how 10 make
Ills fields blossom in spring
4 single Snowilake-who cares for ii But Il
whole day OF SnowlakeS. oblitcrating the land
marks, drifting over the doors, gathering on the
mountains to crash in misunderstanding does not
care for thai Private opinion is weak, but public
opinion is almost omnipotent.
Nonsense is to sense IT'S shade to light; it height
ems effect hy contrast 1t is like an intended dis
cord Iii Il delicious melody, making the next con
cord sWeeter: like silent sleep after sorrow1nl
watching like cheertulness after care ease after
anguish or the olive that gives guSto To the Old
port.
Ii you would be Il true Christian Won must like
/aecheuS. come down in a worldly as well us in
spiritual way. Those who repent towards God
.md not towards man are not even half hearted be
hevers; they are worse than skeptics, for a regen
Grafton that does not make man do Justly by his
fellow man is no regeneration at ALT is false
light, sure To lead him to spiritual death
There is A saercdncss in tears They are not the
marks OF weakness but OF power They are mes
5ages Of overwhelming grief Of deep contrition OF
unSpeakable love Despse no womans tears
they are what make her an angel Scotf not if
the stern heart OF manhood is sometimes melted
INTO tears of affection. They are painful tokens,
but still most holy. There is pleasure in tears
au awtnl pleasure
L seems as if nations made point OF putting all
their greatest men 10 despair, and then when fame
can be nothing to them when they can no longer
suffer, on feel JOY OF favor worldly wrong or neg
lcet, at the safe distance Of century or two be-
hold now thlckly fall the honorS! How the pin
naceS are raised to their memories and over their
remains: their remains, indeed. How cathedrals
are crowded with their monuments how cities
light for their bones how genius pays to cut out
their glory III marble or emhlazon il upon canvas
tresco il on the walls
Brave soldiers die with their faces to the foe
Looking back never conquered Il city nor achieved
work of art, nor wrote a book nor amassed for
tune. The silent inward cry Of the worlds great
men has eyer been: On, my soul, night on. Con
lentnent with the past is TO strike your flag and
spike Your guns. 50 with the Christian. The
word Is speak unto the lsraetes that they go for
ward. Looking backward with complacencv is
-plrtual death. Looking forward. with the calm
resolve that the future must be and shall be better
Than the past that past mistakes and past sins shall
be teachers and helps TO future wisdom this gives
inspiration. and this means victory. Neale saved
by hope. il IS when We turn our faces rcsoucly
Toward the end Of our journey that they are
touched with celestial light and we breathe the
eternal airs Rev. + F. Emerson.
Like dropping. d. ing stars our dearly loved ones
90 away from our sight The stars OF Our hopes
our ambitions our prayers whose light ever shines
before us, suddenly pale in the armament Of ouI
hearts, and their place il left empty cold and dark
a mothers steady. soft and earnest light that
DeaIucd through wants and sorroWs; a fathers
strong, quick hight, that kept feet from STUN
blIlg III the dark and treacherous WAYS d sisters
Ight 80 mud, SO pure, SO constant and so firm,
shining upon us from gentle loving eyes and per
auadlng US to grace and goodness; brothers
light forever sleeping in our soul and illumlnat-
ING our Polngs and comngs d friends light true
and trusy-gone out forever! No. the light has
not gone ont 1t is shining beyond the stars
where there is no night and no darkness foreye
md forever