The Panola weekly star. (Sardis, Miss.) 1882-18??, 1883-07-07

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hleI' Let us feleIee, friends. that m,r
hatifla arr unbound, Tor, bef,0tdi Htha
helis are white with this harvest
oh every ilowefscentci breeze TINT
-weeI'r across our sunny Southland there
cnineH 10 our cars n wall Of distress -from
!iie ignorant. the guilty, the miserable.
Imperial China, lioary with aue. ami
!eeming with millions Of tho unmye,l.
her women and children ra~ste.bound IN
Organization unspcakable, stretches ont
her fcttcrcd hands 10 the young Amer.
ica, WIN the implorinR cry, Come
over nnl help It's" From the land Of
tiis brahininr, where more than three
hundred millions Of gods arc worshiprmd
bIy more thnn onc-haIf the human race.
from oil the sun-stceped isles Of the
Orient, from the heart Of the Dark Con.
tfnent, from the America that lies south
OF ~, where the iron heel Of priest.crpit
has left Us ruthless mark, from nc halls
Of the Montezumas, where the gods Of
the Aztecs have crumbled into dust,
there comes the same waiting cry. Shall
we listen to Il, or shall We close our cars
ana steel our hearts against Il, soothing
our con%sciences rs best we may?
Our Societies are yet young, our mum.
beers are comparatively few d few wears
afone and the Woman's Missionary So
ciety existed not. But let MS take cour.
age /; our cause Is rising, slowly but
surely, like a grand edidce under tho
eye Of the Master Builder, and In a few
years more, let us hope, VIC shall see Il In
all Its beautiful and stately proportions.
lhere will be no sound OF hammer or
axe, no blare OF brazcn trumpets, but a
mansion, royal, rich and wide.n will he
dedicated TO the God Of Missions. This
II the picture W joyfully look upon.
There may be another and a darker side
we may feel the pangs OF that "hope de.
ftTrcd which maketh the heart sick.n
me reapers you send forth to their sui.
toll may send back the cry, "tho har-
vest truly is plenteous, but the laborers
are lew" and when you joyfully expect
the "harvest-home," the sheaycs thew
send In may be both few and small. |
But there Is u consciousness In work.
however humble and lowly-done for
Duty's sake, that brings its own reward.
In the beautiful language Of Jean Inge-
"Whai though unmarked the happy workman toll,
hnd hfsat unthsnksd Of man the siussors eled,
= i Is enough, Tor sacred IL the coll,
Dssf srs the bills Of 0odi
Var better In it, plaos the iewiiss. bird
khonld sins Alright 10 Him the iowiie-t song,
Than That a seraph straysd should take the word
And sing HE Tlofy--vrssg.
Friend II IL tine 10 work. fsay 10 thss,
thou dosi By ua Oh ell earthly gsod excel.
Thou and dcd's blessings are enough for me,
Ny work ny work. farswsiir',
me again 10 welcome, thrice vel.
you TO DUR hearts aud homes,