St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-12-25

Sleep on. dear mother. in deaths embrace.
Our father hath chosen the dark frozen
ground,
As a waiting room and meeting place,
To learn bis power before being crowned.
Ages may come. and ages may go,
Bones 10 ashes may crumbe,
Millions may sink in the ocean OF woe,
The proud lie down with the humble;
But on. and on, in the dim far away
The Son of God like the sun OF day..
viii warm the dust, and quicken the clay,
And spirits, like flowers, His voice viii
obey.
As snow lies deep on mother earth,
Think we not, she'll wake agains
Sit we not by winter hearth,
Trusting in changes time may bring'
When frost in the earth is low.
And darkness fills the home;
Wait we not for mornings glow,
To light US on and on!
Live we not on icy plains
Where snow is piled like mountains;
Waiting to reap here golden grains,
In sunbeams' dancing fountainsl
Do not flowers that perishing lie,
On the cold and frozen turf;
Come TO bloom again in life.
As births from Mother EARTH
After life into mould has run,
Seemingly dead for ever more,
Like messengers sent from the golden shore
Time. like wheel, in circle runs;
We learn from Mother Earth
III at freezing winds and burning suns
Come round by natural birth.
Four spolles has times great wheel;
Winter, the one we now behold
Is pressing hard on tire like steel,
Leaving its track wide and cold.
Winter. under thy steel spoke strong.
Some are sorely and sadly oppressed,
Roll swiftly on 10 springs brighter song,
Pass lightly DER each suffering breast.
Faint not brother, lose not thy heart:
Though trials should fill thee with fears,
Toll bravely on; act nobly thy part;
A harvest will brighten thy years.
Faint not brother kind hearts are nigh
To sooth and aid i'll distress.
Press manfully on, hopes torch waving
high,
Faint not brother, who knows best?
What now seems misery and pain
May be only an anchor TO hold you at rest,
To lead TO wealths greater gain.
Faint not brother. stain not thy pillow
With tears from q broken heart;
The plunging bark on life's rough billoW
VIII be safely guided through dark.
Firmly grasp the oar ana ply it;
Cheer each member of your band;
1awning waves your craft will split,
Bringing near the welcome land.
Faint not brother. the wheel will roll on.
And springs glittering spoke will appear;
With 1t the birds that left will return,
And blossoms again will be here.
Faint not brother. the wheel will roll on,
And summers bright spoke will be next
Laden with treasures and smiles it will come,
To brighten and cheer the perplexed.
Faint not brother. the wheel will roll on,
And autums rich spoke will come round;
With IL a harvest of psenty will come,
And your labor with gold will be crowned.
Pause here. brother and let us ask:
suppose you SOW but do not reap;
That harvest follows not thy task;
VIII, then, you faint and weep?
Faint not. brother, God is nigh,
Seeing failure on failure pile:
Trustingly turn to Him on high.
And all will vanish in His smIa.
Faint not, brother. it will ever be rolled;
There is no end to life's long race;
Ages, like seasons, you will meet and beF old,
And among bright worlds wander in 81 ace.
Faint not, brother. you have only begun
TO keep the great record of time;
As centuries pass, one BY one.
1t will grow more sweetly sublime.
Time keeping, in the book here on earth,
Is accompanied by labor and pain
When in knowledge, you grow of its worth.
True happiness will then be your gain.
The farther the wheel circles on,
Wearing Times steel tire the more;
The smoother and grander twill run,
As it approaches the heavenly shore.
Faint not brother. you will then look back.
As to childhood days you now turn:
And smile at cares your brain then did rack,
And passion that made your heart burn.
Faint not brother, the wheel will roll on,
Into may and mystic heights;
Where in grandeur you'll circle around,
From star to star in your fight.
Faint not brother. you will then SOW and reap,
Not harvest of tears. but of joy:
Toll bravely on. there is no time 10 weep,
Let good works your hands here employ.
Faint not brother. you now in thought
Can worlds upon worlds explore;
AS the wheel rolls on, by time you'll be
taught
In reality to do lit the more.
Thou ghts are but shadows of life,
In vast immensely floating;
Which we are told through faith 10 believe,
The wheel is swiftly approaching.
After long in immensely wandering;
The wonders Of time to behold.
You will turn from celestial bordering
To look upon winters here cold.
FAINT not brother, the harvest will come,
In the Fathers own time and way;
While waiting His will here to learn,
Cease not, to work, watch and Fray.
-Budd Reeve.