The gold leaf. [volume] (Henderson, N.C.) 1881-1911, 1889-05-30
BEAUTIFUL MAPLEWOOD.
THE SILENT CITY OF THE DEAD.
A Hailowed Spot Filtingly and Touch
ingiy Written Abou: By Henry
BlOunt.
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| IN CSh'Ntly ID q ldbOiltC lAooIl III I
our people, and they like to stroll out
there at the close of the day, when the
| sunbeams are hiding their radiant
cleaning under the star gemmed COW
erlet on the slumber-Couch of night,
and leaves the world to darkness and
to peace Yes, at this blessed hour
our people like to go out there and
think OF the loved ones at rest, in that
beautiful home of the saved and the
blest. They like to stand and look
down upon those little mounds which
seem like peaceful and noiceless wave
lets on that great sea OF death which
GIBBS between time and eternity, and
on whose darkened bosom the life
| barques of their loved ones foated
away from earth to the brilliant shores
of blissful Immortality. Yes, it is
favorite resort, for everything out there
appeals to our better and purer and |
holier feelings, and draws us thlther
with the strongest spell of strongest
magnetism, for on every hand are elo-
Quent signs of taste, culture, refine
ment, affection and devotion-evi-
dences of those higher aspirations that
turn away from all greed and gain and
sordid things, and Godward look for
comfort-evdence of warm and af-
fectionate and tender heart-beats- Of
the development Of that noble and
better part of human nature which
speaks of the care and the devotion
which the living nurse for the dead
are refreshingly visible in the neatly
arranged plots which here and there
dot the consecrated ground. Shade
trees of sweet and inviting foliage are
beginning to spread out their young
and leafy branches temptngly to the
= weary. Soft, yielding moss is turning
the mounds, which billow the home OF
d the dead. Flowers, peeplng upwards,
are breathing out their sweetened lives
TO the memories of the pale sleepers
beneath. The ivy, clinging Ike the
tendrils of devotion itself, is creeping
DER rough and rugged spots, smooth
ing over and softening the asperltles ol
the rougher covering, even as the wild
s. stormy ebulitons of human passion are
11s softened and hushed when the grave
'st opens it's damp and sodded lips, and
in the voiceless eloquence OF Its un
fathomable silence, ,breathes out the un
syllabled benediction, "My peace give
unto thee, not as the world glvetl
i give | unto thee White marble
lS slabs, rising here and there, like ghost
ly messengers from the spirit world
no speak the beautiful but voiceless Ian
al guage of the heart, and portray Il
lui matchless eloquence the wealth Q
A human devotion, and those longing
ts' and cravings which are stretching OF
ohi old of this world into the next, and whlc
will never be satisfied until the rushln
sweep of the centuries, on the far o
:. shores of eternity, shall brush fro'
- earth the last pebble OF time. Thes
and other evidences of affectona
remembrance, which greet the stroll'
e in Maplewood, are the sweet lltt
flowerets of the heart which Memol
wears in her bosom for the dead al
they point most beautifully indeed
o,r sweet and comforting retiecto
we They inspire the hope that we, to
ges. ..will not be forgotten when we
aItv gone; that our names will not be le
amid the flowing tides of the worlf
rushing current of busy life like t
ripples of the river in the ebbings
moi inot the sea; but, treasured and loved, W
ared be kept in the urn of the hearts de
ness sanctuary of feeling; and as often
kind thoughts go strolling back o
eng the green sward of memory, some
II se, see that " our grave is kept green
item and show, by their blessed minist
that the heart domed temple of de-
ton is still open and that up its h
N. lowed aisles willing worShippers go
- on loves blessed mission. Assu
= of this, then, and knowing that "
back IN the gray dawn of Creation
was written that "we must die,
y can look forward then with some
gree of resignation to the SUNNI
which will take us from this wor
lCo trials anG sorrows out into that Sll
"Citv of Rest" whose window
EASILY dwelling of peace shuts out the dlr
years iarring strife, and invite the care-w
3 srs you and weary pilgrim to the realm ofe'
lasting solace, over which the
winds creep in whispers soft, and
b. as. their s;ghings out in low and mour
- requiem.
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