The Lake Charles echo. [volume] (Lake Charles, Parish of Calcasieu, La.) 1876-1898, 1879-05-10

other side of some heavenly mill and call
to you, you would hear her voice above
the burst of heavens great orchestra.
Know it! You could not help but
know it.
Now, bring you this glorious con-
ISOLATION Of future recognition. If you
could get this theory into your heart, it
would lift great many shadows that
areI stretching across it. When was
lad | used to 60 out to the railroad track
and put my ear close on the track, and
could hear the express train rumbling
miles away, and coming on, and to-day,
my friends, if we only had faith enough,
we could put our ears down close to the
grave OF cur dead and listen and hear in
the distance the rumbling on of the
chariots of resurrection victory O.
Heaven sweet Heaven! You do not
spell Heaven as you used to spell it.
You used to spell it Heaven heaven.
But now, when you want to spell that
word, you place side by side the faces of
the loved ones which are gone, and,
in that irradiation Of light, and love
and beauty, and joy, you swell it out as
never before, in songs and hallelujahs.
o ye, whose hearts are down under the
sod of the cemetery, cheer up at the
thought of this reunion. Oh, how much
you will have to tell them when once
you meet them. How much you have
been through since you saw them last.
On the shining shore you will talk it
all.over. The heartaehes the loneliness;
the sleepless nights; the weepingsuntil
you had no more power to weep because
the heart had withered and dried up;
story OF vacant chairs and empty era
die, and little shoes only half worn out,
never to be worn again, just the shape of
the foot that once pressed it and dreams
and dreams when you thought that the
departed had come back again, and the
room seemed bright with their faces,
and you started up to greet them, and
in the effort the dream broke, and you
found yourself alone Talking all
over, and then, hand in hand, walking
up and down in the light, no sorrow, no
tears and no death.
Oh, heaven beautiful heaven Hea-
ven, where our friends are. Heaven,
where we expect to be. In the east
they take cage of binds and bring 1t to
the tomb of the dead, and then they
open the door of the cage, and, the birds
aging out, sing. And | would to-day
bring cage of Christian consultations to
tue grave of your loved ones, and l
would open the door and let them fill all
the air with the music Of their voices.
Oh, how they bous,d in, these spirits
before the throne. Some shout with
gladness. Some break forth into uneen-
troilable weeping for joy. Some stand
speeches. in their shouts of delight.
They sing. They culver with excessive
gladness. They gaze on the temples ON
the palaces, on the waters, ON each other.
They weave their joy into garlands, they
spring it into triumphal arches, they
strike it on timbrels and then all the
loved ones gather in great circle around
the throne of God. Fathers, mothers,
brothers, sisters, sons and daughters,
lovers and friends, hand to hand around
about the throne of God--the circles
ever widening hand to hand, JOY to
joy, jubilee to jubilee, victory to victory,
until the day breaks and the shadows
flee away. Turn, then, my beloved, and
be like roe, or young heart upon the
mountains of Beersheba.- Extracts
from sermon by Rev. T. Dewitt Tsls
mage.