The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1889-01-02
THE PASSING YEARS.
pYJ.n wurrroRD, ROCHESTER, Nicn.

pYI.B wutrroRp, ROCHESTER, Men.
Long before the great intellectual
kingdoms of Greece were founded, or
Homer appeared b. herald the dawn OF
glorious literature, an Arabian poet
INDUCED in vivid imagery to depict the
flight Of time. He says, my days ar,
swifter than weaver's shuttle" And
in the lofty poetry of the Psalms in the
writings Of the Eastern bar,is, we find
similar expressions. Whether in glow
ing imagery, sparkling metaphor, bean
ty of figure, or melody Diver men SCI
forth the passing years, all must agree
that We are rapidly nearing the realm %
mystery and silence.
We have dismissed the year 1888 Will
its joys and sorrows, its sweet and bit
ter experiences, its pleasant and un
pleasant memories, its rosy colors, anC
sombrous clouds, its harmonies and dis
cords. its flowers and thorns, tn add ia
layer Of good upon the landscape of his
tory. In the evolution of mental ant
moral power, in amassing intellectual
wealth, year is short period Of time
1t il only wave from the infinite SCI
/ of eternity, only leaf from the won
drous tree that bends its ambrosial top
/ in veriant stiffness over the universe
/ But in the history Of man and woman
| il is a valuable piece Of time. For with
| in its 12 months, new worlds of beaut
may be unveiled, new experiences, ric
and mellow as an Athenain sunset, ma
he granted, a new life may he at wor
in the garden of the soul, from whic
will spring "A rarer foliage, and IA bright
or wealth Of flowers. New hopes, an
loves and aspirations high may h
kindled, new dreams of future bills
new buds and blossoms on the tree
Joy, and new music in the soul. y
year has yielded 80 many roses as lSS
10 some, and 50 many thorns to other
Thorns and roses, wheat and tarel
smiles, and tears are the fruitage Of I'll
circling years.
And yet there is grandeur in ii
sweep Of years. While we read sad o
says, pessimistic philosophers, melai
choly poems, weird and gloomy HON
lies, falling like a copious rain OF tear
yet the passing years are bringing
nobler education, "a deeper friendshi
a richer love, sweeter music, n fin'
beauty, larger fellowship and a gram
or brotherhood. Year after year, u
leaves may fall, the flowers fade, Il
snow and rain smite our homes, Il
winds may howl without, but in the j
ner temple there should be peace al
calm, the coming and going Of some r
splendent Aphrodite in a lovely mi
of rosy fire." The body may bend
the blasts Of life, the eyes grow dim, II
step in inelastic, the earth may turn
ice, but the soul should revel in d
glory OF its tropic home. Graded AS '
: are in magnificent universe, roof,
with azure and chandeliered with I
) Archipelago Of suns, we have not y
realized fully the perpetual youth
the soul, and the splendid possibility
walking in some fiower-bedecked pa
ever new and fresh. Our great poet
: though they quaffed deep and long fro
I bitter fountains, yet they found the
, , paths full of bloom and redolence.
! Dante was seen in his beautiful gard
training the vine, propping the lily al
directing the growth of the rose, u mo
beautiful garden expanded in his brai
and richer flowers grew in his gre
= soul. Out of the vine-clad hills of Ital
: its orchards, its vineyards, its balI
= sky, he wove his pictured world of ligl
= Dante experienced this immortal ne
: ness. He 80 enlarged his vision, IL
new paths opened for his feet in eve
direction leading to new Edens, n
Paradises and new Heavens. Mr.. Gli
stone, though ripe with age, yet I
glow and freshness of his soul are {
;. parent to all. He is child of SUNNI
~ of light, because this world is TO h
ever new and beautiful. No time, he
ever savage, can chill his heart, and
death, however relentless, can desti
d him. England cannot hold him. L
:, planet is too small. He belongs to
!. universe, .r.f
Twas impressed with this newness
life AZ conversed with Bishop Ra
l. naugh under the shadow of the Roc
Ia Mountains at the age of eighty.
=, :, smile had all the richness and beal
v of May blossoms. and when he saw
n trees wreathed with snow-crystals, th
r. were to him blossoms, also. Time
$, brought its wrinkles and touched
locks with silver, but no frost toucl