The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1883-05-23

kindness that once looked out from thoss
old wrinkled il'ces and spoke in such :
tremulous voice, and you say 1t is q good
picture. but sll the while you feel tt q. after
all IL does not do jhfice, and you would
give slmost anything, you would cross the
sea, you would walk the earth over, to hear
just one word from those lips thai a few
months ago used to call yoa by Your first
name, though 20 long you yourself have
been parent Now you have done your
best to hide your grief. You smile when
you do not feel like it. Tho7gh you nav
deceive the world, God known. He looks
down upon the empty cradle, upon ihe
oesolated nursery, upon the stricken home
and upon the broken heart, and says: This
D the way l thresh the wheat; this is the
way scour my jewels. Cast thy burden
on my arm and will sustain you. All
those tears / have gathered in my bottle"
But WHAT - THE USE
of having go many tears in Gods schry-
mstory. In that great cssket or vase, why
does God preserve all your troubles1
through all the ages of eternity, what use
OF q great collection OF tears2 l DO not
know that they will be kept there forever.
do net know but that in some distant sge
OF heaven an angel of God may look into
the bottle and find it as empty of tears as
the lachrymals of earthen ware dug up from
the ancient city. Where have the tears
gone TOT What spirits of hell hath been
invading Gods palace and hath robbed the
lschrymatoriee7 NoneI These were sane
titled sorrows, and those tears were changed
into pearls that now are set in the crowns
and robes Of the ransomed. / walk up to
examine this heavenly coronet, cleaning
brighter than the sun, and cry: "From |
what river depths of Heaven are these gems
gsthered2" And thousand voices reply: |
"These are TRANSMITTED tears from Gods |
bottle 1 zee sceptres of light stretch |
ing down from the throne of those |
who on earth were trod on of men,; and in |
every scepter point, and inlaid in every star |
of golden throne, behold az indescribable |
richness and lustre, and cry: "From whence |
this streaming light, these flashing pearls2" |
And the voices Of the elders before the |
throne and of the martyrs under the alter, |
and of the $4,000 radiant on q CLASSY sea, |
exclaim: Transmitted tears from Gods |
bottle!"
Let the ages of Heaven roll on; the story
OF esrth's pomp and pride long ago ended;
the koh-i-noor diamonds that made kings |
proud, the precious stones that adorned the |
Persian tiara and famed in the robes of |
Baby lonian professions forgotten; the Col
conda mines charred in the last conhsgra-
hon; but
FIRM AS THB EVERLASTING HILLS,
and pure as the light that streams from the
throne. and bright as the river that flows
from the eternal rock, shall CLEAN, shall |
sparkle, shall fame forever these trans.
muted tears of Gods bottle. Meanwhile,
let the empty lachrymatory of Heaven
stand forever. Let no hand touch it. Let
no wing strike it. Let no collision crack It.
Phrer than beryl or chrysophrssusl Let it
stand on the steps Of Jehovsh's throne and
under the arch of the unfading rainbow.
Passing down the corridors of
the palace the redeemed of earth |
shall glance at it and think of all the earth
ly troubles from which they were delivered, |
and say, each to each, "That is what we
heard of on earth. There once were put |
our tears That is Gods bottlel" and |
while standing there inspecting this richest
inlaid vase of Heaven, tie towers of the
palace dome strike up this silvery chime: |
"God hath wiped away tears from all |
faces" Wherefore comfort one another
with these words.