The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1883-03-10

OF Wnlcn y0D were BORN mad In ltS grand
est Organ.TOll the name of the MessiakO.
/ bespeak the love and service of all
English eXiles for the Royal Exile of
this mornings service.
Yea, some of you are from that island
so long under shadow OF distress, and
over which hunger has so often on a
throne of human skeletons sat as queen.
All efforts at ameliOratiOn halted by
massacre, professions of martyrdoms
marching from Northern Channel to
Cape Clear, and from Irish Sea to the
Atlantic, bounded not as geOgraphers
say, but as every philanthrOpist knows,
bounded on the north and south and
east and west by woe, which no human
politics can alleviate and only God can
assuage-land OF GOldsmith's rhythm,
and Sheridan's wit, and O'Connell'5 elO-
quence, and BuTke's statesmanship, and
O'Brien's sacrifice, the modern PatmOs,
with its apocalypse of blood, yet land so
dear to you that your eyes are blinded
with emotion when you think Of the
graves OF your ancestors, some of whom
perished there for lack of bread. 1 be-
speak the Dove af all Irish exiles for the
Royal Exile Of hls sermon.
Yea, some of you are Germans, and
from the land of Luther, and some of
you are Italians and from the land of
Garibaldi, and some of you are from
France, and the land of John Calvin,
one of the three mighties' of the Re-
formation. bespeak your love for the
Royal Exile; all ye descendants Of the
Puritans for they were exiles; all ye
descendants OF the HuguenOts, for they
We're exiles; all ye descendants Of the
Holland refugees, for they were eXiles.
All We who were born on the banks OF
the YaZOO and the Savannah, now that
you dwell by these Northern waters, or
ye who first saw the light by the Kenne-
bee, or at the foot Of the Green Noun
tains, or you who were born on the
prairies and table lands of the West.
Oh, how many of us are far from home;
Yea we are all exiles. Heaven is our
home. The Royal Exile going back
closed not the gates, but left them ajar
or left them open: Rejoice, ye eexiles at
the prospect. "GOing home" is the dying
utterance OF the majority of Christians.
Going home out Of this Punishment of
sin and pain, and sadness. Going home
to mingle in the hilarities Of our parents
and our children already departed. Go
ing home to live under brighter skies
and by stiller waters, and in more eX
allied friendships. Going home 10 Christ.
Going home to God. Going home to
stay. What an hour when the gate
keeper OF heaven shall say to us: Put
Ul buObb AOukh bdhudAog NAlC l'hAhNN 10
ended; put down that saber the battle is
won; put off that iron mail OF defense
for breast and back, and take this robe
of cOnQuerOr." At that gate of triumph
leave you this morning, only reciting
tender cantO that gives reason why
the gate was left ajar:
Twas whispered morning In Heaven
How the little child angel, May.
In the shade Of the great white portal,
sat sOrrowing night and day.
How she said to the stately Warden,
He OF the key and bar.
20 angel sweet angel. pray you,
Set the beautiful gates aIar.
Only little. pray you
set the beautiful gates AIar.
81 can hear my mother weeping
She's lonely; she can not SEQ
A glimmer OF light In the darkness
when the gates shut after me.
Oh, turn me the key. sweet angel,
The splendor Will shine so far
But the Warden answered; IT dare not
set the beautiful gates Aiar."
Spoke low and answered: II dare nos
Set the beautiful gates aIar."
Then rose up MARY the blessed.
sweet Mary, the mother OF Chri5t
Her hand on the hand Uf the angel
She laid and her touch surnced
Turned was the key In the portal,
Fell ringing the golden bar
And 10 In the little chld'5 fingers
Stood the beautiful gates aiar;
In the little child angels fingers
Stood the beautiful gates a1ar