Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1885-11-14
NO LIFE CAN END In DEATH.

No life can end in death. The merest
bloom
That fades shall know another life. Then
is this flower
Dead? Where the gloss Of gold, the
golden crowns,
That decked the fair corolla ? Has the
cold,
Dread hand that spareth not been on it
laid?
Gone all, and linger only as a dream,
Dissolving all the vagueness of the past /;
But yet this faded flower is not dead.
Death cannot conquer what is good and
true.
Life lives, and through all eternity,
And cannot be destroyed, and cease to
This pale, slight flower, that of itself is
naught,
Is more thar naught to me. Its language
speaks
50 earnest and SO beau tiful it bears
Me on and on unknowing how to heights
From which the vision sweeps remoter
time.
It speaks to ME of immortality,
And of that boundless realm, that uni
verse
That lies beyond the borderland of years,
Upon the tideless rivers further shore,
Where is existence that will see no death.
l cannot think what's past away is dead.
/ shrink when such thought comes over
me.
l hide me from the voice which says
that they,
Whom to remember is to me a solace,
Have ceased to be, and that the vail is
drawn
That sewers us forever.
No life can end
In death. All nature, from the lowest
forms
Almost to natures God, has wept DER
change,
And cried in anguish, lost, that all was
crushed
Beneath the merciless wild fear of death,
And never, never more should rise again.
Bnt soon creations realms sent up the
sound
OF joy untold and burst the prison bars
And tr%iumphed over death and loud
and full
Glad voices told that nature lived again
The green trees waved, and flowers un-
folded soft
Their silken blossoms, and the gentle air
Was wont to wander through the wales
and hills.
Eternity is only endless time
And time is not all change !: yet change
is life
In various form and mould. There is
no death.
A spirit cannot die. A flower that fades
Will bloom again. A beam of light,
though dashed
And blotted out, is not destroyed. Will
come
The time when all that ever was and is,
And p~eradventure all that e'er shall be,
Of good, shall know a resurrection.
Breath
That flowers breathed, kind sweetness on
the air
OF desert wilds, shall all be gathered in
By angel hands and then it shall be
known
That nothing dies, that what is a stadrift
On life's dark ocean shall be saved at last.
o soul of mortal! l looked again on life
All is not lost that's passed away. The
dawn
Is nigh and from the brightness of that
realm
OF everlasting and supernal light
That knows 40 darkness and no shade of
gloom,
There comes a morning, and the mists
will rise,
Well know each other better, and the
lost
Will then be found. The life that suffer
ed long
10 weary and oppressed With cares
Will enter its reward. Kind words and
deeds.
OF loving kindness, that seemed were
And done in vain, will one by one come
To crown the victory of that faithful
heart.
The nights last storm will pass away.
The flood
Ofbeauty that shall stream along the path,
o soul that braved the night SO long,
shall light
Thee to thy rest and round thee then
shall throug
In glad procession all thy thoughts of
good;
And saints shall meet thee on thy up
ward way
Singing, well done, the golden gates
ajar,
Come welcome home and flowers, that
on earth
Seemed dead, shall bloom again and shall
adorn
Thy crown of Immortality.
Kings RiUer, Fresno Co., CAL, Jan. 90,
1884.
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