Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1883-04-30
REJOICE! REJOIcE!!
For the Time Of Tho Singing OF the
Birds Has Come.
DR.. TALMAGes S RHAPSODY ON SPRING
The Annual Resurrection Of Nature
From the Tomb Of Winter and
the General Rejoicing Of All
Animate Creation.

| Spectal 10 Ire Register.
Brooklyn, April 29.-Dr. Talmage preach
ed on the appropriate theme OF Bird An
thems this morning
Opening hymn:
"Come, ye who love the Lord,
And let your Joys be known,
Join.in the song with sweet accord
And thus surround the throne
DIR. Talmage made a running commenta'
~ On some passages in Solomon's song.
Subject of the sermon:
bird Anthems"
TEXr-Solemon's song: ii.l2: The time
of the singing OF birds has come"
For many years have wanted to preach
on this vernal theme, but never could de-
eide what Sabbath to choose. Once or twice
have been ready to speak OF the lessons OF
the spring tide, but have awakened on Sab
bath morning to find the ground covered
with frost Within the past few weeks L
have been in Louisiana and Canada. l
found the one covered with roses, and in
the other was struck with hallstorm.
But the almanac announces that two-thirds
of the season called spring has already past
and so think my theme appropriate. In
mid-winter when God had laid outa nature
in a shroud OF snow and coffin of crystal, l
preached her funeral sermon from the
text in the Psalms: "Who can stand before
his cold?" But now, when we put our
finger on the wrist OF tho trees and find
them pulsating anew in buds and leaves
and south winds blow their resurrection
trumpet in our gardens and orchards,
shall not preach sermoH about Spring
Christ loved to talk about the natural
world. He pressed lily into his sermon.
He caught the echo Of birds song in Que
| of His paragraphs. The wise men OF the
East brought their gold and frankincense
| to the feet of Christ, and so let US throw
| down before Him all the bloom and redo
lence OF garden and orchard. In New Tes,
lament times Christ stopped down ami
with His finger wrote on the ground.
| That is what he is doing now in
Letters Of Verdure
| nd early flowers and shrubs still writing
| on the ground. When i: thunders the
parent says to the atfrightened child THAT
is the voice of God In the radiance OF
| the brightest day of spring why not say to
the child, "All this is Gods smile" and
| when odors of the fruit blossoms till the
air, why not say, This is Gods breath.
| Poor children with bare feet and no mother
with her needle to earn them shoes have
| longed for this season to come. Farmers,
their cribs almost empty and their cattle
| moaningly looking up TO the hay lying
I thin on the poles OF the NOW, have anX-
ieusly waited for fresh pastures and the
| plOw.boy's song and the rattle OF CleviseS
| Invalids who, with fOreheads pressed
against the window pane for long months,
watched the cold storms shaking off their
white blossoms to the ground and wrapped
closes their shawl as they heard the winds
| beat dead march among the hills,
| have longed for the cheerful sere-
enade of April or May before
their hoisted window and the seat in the
afternoon on the sunny porch or walk
among the violets after the dew has gone
UP from the grass. On, yes there is uni
versal delight. Reiolce, rejoice for the
| time of the singing OF birds has come.
| Winter, weeping and wailing in the equi-
noctial storm, has fallen dead at the feet OF
spring. Every tree branch was telegraph
! sending ahead the news, writing on the air:
Spring is coming Spring is coming
| Often has this pleasant season been driven
back Marching up the mountain side
ever and anon it was defeated and hurled
down the rocks. Yet marching up again
it will plant its green standards on the top
most cliff, led on by bands of music in the
tree tops for the time OF the singing OF
birds has come. Now let plows sharpen
their coulters and charge on the tough
! glebe and harrows with iron teeth chew up
| the clods, and sewers scatter the seed, and
waters clap their hands in gladness, and
| the trees put bridal blossoms in their hair,
and ponds with mhltitudnous life make
bogs quake, for the time OF the singing OF
birds has come
Learn First of All
the goodness of God. Do you realize his
mercy in the dominant color OF the spring
time? He might have covered the fields
with dull brown that would have de.
| pressed the nations with melancholy, or
| made them crimson till the vision would
| have wearied with the intense blaze. In
| stead of that, to touch the eye with unvary-
ing pleasure, He strews, the earth with
| green, the color halfway between the blue
and the red, in that kindly mingling
proving His goodness. As sea monsters
| struck by harpoons shove quickly away at
sea, so black winter clouds struck through
| by lances OF light swarm otf the heavens.
Tree branches are pulling on their sleeves
| of verdure and roots their boots of sod.
Buds burst like harmless bombshells scat
| tering aroma on the fields. Joy of fishes
in the water. Joy of insects in the air.
Joy of cattle in the fields. Joy OF wings in
| the sky. For 1.-The time of the singing OF
birds has come" Gracious and blessed
God, All this sunshine thou didst shake
from thy rolls, all this verdure is only the
| track OF Thy feet, all this music
Thou did'st strike from Thy harp. To-day
! at sunrise nature went to morning prayers
reading the l4Sth Psalm. Praise We the
Lord, mountains and all hills, fruitful
trees and all cedars'" Fowl in the yard.
| Flocks on the hills. Insects dragging dew
| from the cups OF hyaCinth. Jasmine climb
ing over stone wall. Rivers tossing gold
! in their hands. Martins come back to the
rafters of the barn or becoming eayes-drop-
perS to our houses. Have you praised God
| for his goodness? The wind thanks him
and huns its praise among the tree
branches. The birds thank him, and from
the drop of water they dip from the brook
| I'LL all the sky with roundelay. The hon
ey-suckles thank him and burn incense all
| the day. The sea thanks him with organ
| diapason OF te npest. You will not be able
to see one silent one amid the winged per.
| formers. You will not find one string
|
human heart is the only silent and broken
| instrument in all this orchestra OF earth.
! air ard ocean. Are We the only diScord in
the grand march OF the eternities;
Again,
Learn the " isdom
| of God. The learned Paley devoted chap.
| ter TO the mysteries and beauties OF bird 5
wing. Could all the combined ingenuity
| of philosophers, and artists. and inven tOrs
make one dandelion9 The cup of one
china sster holds more of the vine OF wis.,
| dom than all nations could drink. What
architect could plan the pillar OF pond
| lily Break Off the bzanch of atree, and
know that in its sap is q most wonderful
| chemistry, alum, and sugar. and tanium,
and potash. and carbonate of lime. Be con-
founded with the strrsture Of ali artichO&e
or a radish. Know that Sod has given to
the vegetable lungs, and feet and ancestry
as old as the ages ssd descendants for al
time, and that sometimes within square
| inch it has 800, 0Oo cells, any one OF which
! il would take an omnipotent God to buhd
When Galilee, the philosopher, imprisoned
| for his notions about Ged. was asked about
! his belief in the Divine Being, he pointed
| 20 a straw on the door of his dungeon. snC
| said: 'If had no other evidence IN AT