News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1890-08-21
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sing the eternal hosanna. Put white
rose in one hand, and red rose in the
other hand, and wreath of orange
blossoms on the brow-the white flower
for the victory, the red flower for the
Saviour's sacrifice, the orange blossoms
for her marriage day. Anything ghast-
ly about that2 Oh, no. The sun went
down and he-flower shut. The wheat
threshed out of the straw. 'Dear Lord,
give me Sleep" said a dying boy, the
son of one of my elders; Dear Lord,
give me sleep" And he closed his eyes
and awolle in glory. Henry W. Long
fellow, writing a letter of coincidence
to those parents, said: ''Those last
words were beautifully poetic, Dear
Lord, give me Sleep"
Twas not in cruelty, not in wrath
That the reaper came that day;
Twas an angel that visited the earth
And took the flower away.
So it may be with us when our work
is all done. Dear Lord, give me
sleep"
have one more thought to present.
I have spoken of the plowing, Of the
sowing, of the narrowing, of the reap
ing, of the threshing. l must now
speak moment of the garnering.
HARVEST HOME AT LAST.
Where is the garner? Need / tell
you? Oh, no. So many have gone
out from your own circles, yea, from
your own family, that you have had
your eyes on that garner for many
year. What hard time some of them
had In Gethsemanes of suffering
they sweat great drops of blood. They
took the "cup of trembling" and they
put it to their hot lips, and they cried,
''If it be possible, let this cup pass
from me-" With tongues of burning
agony they cried, 80 Lord, de-
liver my soulm But they got over
it. They all got over it. Garneredl
Their tears wiped away; their battles
all ended; their burdens lifted. Gar
nered The Lord of the harvest will
not allow those sheaves to perish in the
equinox. Garnered Some of us re-
member, on the farm, that the sheaves
were put on the top of the rack which
surmounted the wagon, and these
sheaves were piled higher and higher,
and after a while the horses started for
the barn, and these sheaves swayed to
and fro in the wind, and the old wagon
creaked, and the horses made a strug-
gle and pulled so hard the harness
came up in loops of leather ON their
backs, and when the front wheel struck
the elevated floor of the barn it seemed
as if the load would go no further, un-
til the worhnen gave q great shout, and
then with one last tremendous strain
the horses pulled in the load; vhen they
were unharnessed, and forkful after
forkful of grain fell into the NOW. o
my friends, our getting into heaven
may be pull, hard pull, very hard
pull, but these sheaves are bound to go
in. The Lord of the harvest has prom
ised it. l see the load at last com
ing in the door of the heavenly garner.
The sheaves of the Christian soul sway
to and fro in the wind of death, and
the old body creaks under the load,
and as the load strikes the floor of the
celestial garner it seems as if it can go
no farther 1t is the last struggle until
the voices of angels and the voices of
our departed kindred and the welcom-
ing voice of God shall send the harvest
rolling into the eternal triumph, while
all up and down the sky the cry is
heard: Harvest home! Harvest
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