Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1888-04-14

YOU will quote from the Psalmist: AS
the flower Of the field. SO he p~erisheth;
the wind passeth oven il, and il is gone
Or YOU will quote from Isaiah: "All flesh
is grass. and the goodlincss thereof is As
the flower Of the fleld.' Or you viii
quote from James the Apostle: AS the
flower of the grass. so he passeth away
What graphic Bible symbolism.
All the cut flowers Of this Easter day
will soon be dead. whatever care you
take Of them. Though morning and
night YOU baptize them in the name of
the shower, the baptism will not be to
them "A saving ordinance. They have
been fatally wounded with the knife that
cut them. They are bleeding their life
away; they are dying now. The fra
GRANGE in the air i, their departing and
ascending spirits.
FLOWERS.
Oh yes' flowers are almost human.
Botanists tell as that flowers breathe, they
take nourishmcnt. they eat they drink.
They are sensitive, They have their
likes and dislikcs. They sleep, they
wake. The live in families. They have
their ancestors and their descendants,
tAcir birth, their burial, 'heir cradle, their
grave. The zephyr rocks the one, and
he storm digs the trCnGI Tor tie other.
Tie cow>lip must leave it, gold, the lily
must leave lis silver. the rose must leave
its diamond necklace 81 morning dew.
Dust TO Qust. so we come UP. we pros
prr. We spread abroad, we die, AS ne
liowcr-a rs The flower
Charge and decay on al around ! see;
Tnuu vino changest not, abide with mef
Flowers also afford mighty symbolism
OF Christ, who compared himself 10 the
ancient qucCnS the bly,, and the modern
queen. the rose, when He said: ~ am
he rose Of Sharon. aud The lily Of tine
valleys ReGol"nt like one. humble
Ike the other. Like both, appropriate
FOR the SD "lo want sympatli2"rs. and
for the rejoicing who want b%anquctcrs.
iIoyrriu2 over the marriage ceremony
like % wedding bell, or Folded like a
claplct ON the puisciess heart OF the
dead.
O, Christ let the perfume Of thy name
be waited all around the carth-iiiy and
rose. lily and rose-mtil the wilderness
crimson into a garden. and the round
earth turn into one great bud of immor-
tai beauty laid against the warm heart OF
God. Snatch down from the world s
banners eagle and lion, and pat on lily
and rose, lily and rose.
THE RESURRECTION.
But, my friends, flowers have no
grandcr use than when on Easter morn
inc we celebrate the reanimatiOnof Christ
from the catacomhs. All Of the flowers
of today spell resurrection. There is not
IA nook or corner in ali the building bat is
touched with incense. The women car
ricd spices to the tomb Of Christ, and
they dropped spices all around about the
tomb. and from those spices have grown
all the flowers of Easter morn. The two
white rohed angels that hurled the stone
away from the door Of the tomb, hurled
it with such violence down the hill that
IL crashed in the door Of the worlds
scpulchrc, and millions of the stark and
dead shall come forth.
However lahyrinthian the mausoloum.
however costly the s~arCophagus, how
ever architccturally grand the metropolis,
however beautifully partcrrcd the family
grounds. we want them all broken up by
the Lord Of the resurrection The forms
that we laid away with our broken hearts
must rise again. Father and mother
they must come out. Brothers and sis
tcrs-thcy must come ont. Husband and
wif2-thcy must come out. oar darling
clildron-thry must come out. The eyes
mat with trembling fingers we closed
must 0pcn in the luatrr Of resurrection
morn. The arms that we folded in death
must Join ours in embrace OF reunion.
The beloved voice that was huslcd must
be- returned. The beloved forms mNst
como up without it's infrm;tics, without
ills latieucs- must come UP.
nrprAD SHALL rH RAISED.
Oh. how long il seems for someof YOU
Waiting. waiting for the resurrection.
How long, how long, ! make for your
broken hearts today n cool, soft landagc
Of Easter lilies. Last night we had come
IN the mails a beautiful Easter card, on
( The topof it q representation of that oX-
Quisitc flower called the trumpet flower
and under it the inscription: The
trumpet shall sound and the de?d shall
he la.5cG ! cc@fv.t You this day with
the though Of resurrection.
When Lord Nelson was buried in st.
Pauls cathedral. London, the heart Of En-
gland was stirred. The procession passed
on amid the sobhinr OF n nation. There
were thirty trumpcters stationed at the
door Of the cathedral, with instruments
in hand, waiting for the signal, and when
the illustrious dead arrived AZ the gates
Of 81. Paul's cathedral these thirty
trumpeters gave one united blast andthen
all was silent. Yet tho trumpets did moi
wake the dead. lie slept right on.
Butt have to tell YOU, what thirty
trumpctcrs could not do for one man, one
trumpctcr will do for all nations. The
ages have rolled on, and the clock OF the
world destiny strikes nine, ten. eleven
twelve, and time shall be no longer!
Behold the archlngel lowering. lie
takes the trumpet, points il this way. puts
its Ups to his lips, aud then blows one
long, loud. terrific. thunderous. revcrber-
ating and rcs,Irrectionary blast. Look
Look They rise, The dead Thedcad
Some coming forth from the family vault.
Some from the city cemetery. Some from
the country graveyard. Here a spirit is
Joined to its body, and there another spirit
is joined to another body, and millions OF
departed spirits are asserting the bodie'
and then reclo;hing Themselves in forms
now radiant for ascension.
TIE LAST BONFIRE.
The earth begins to burn-thc honirc'
Of a great victory. All ready GOw fol
the procession Of reconstructed humanity
Upward and away, Christ leads and al
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