Iron County news. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1890-189?, 1890-12-20


caught the spirit which prompted the
free-bird to its offering of song; we
had thrown kisses at the reflection
upon the surface of the placid pool; we
had grnsped each others hearts. as well
rs hands. and thridded on where all
was peace, and love. and beauty.
That was but yesterday
To-day! but time is nothing to us.
IL Is not measured. To us it is not a
quantity.
Twas but moment ago I saw her.
and yet You call it yesterday.
Is her spirit not my spiritp Is she
not with me constantly Though space
forbid the eye its feast, yet is the mind
not flledp
All! Yesterday for worldlings: to-day
-now-and tomorrow - the coming
now.for me.
Sit here. Madeline. | heard your
loving call and my heart had played a
rapid response.
How beautiful you are tonight
Tomorrow! Tomorrow
All! tomorrow makes us one. Yet,
methinks. no word of mouth no holy
liturgy. no purer essence of sainted
sanctuary, can render closer our bound
ing hearts.
Oh! the rapture and boundlessness
Of Godgiven love!
Come nearer. dear. Your hand feels
cold; or is it that my own is overheated
from the glowlng-from the fever-of
affection within mep
Let us talk about our life not lives.
Have attended to all the detailsp
Have prepared the little home?
Why ask mep Why think of such
things. They are earthly. Yet yes.
they are belongings. They are part
of the whole. although so material.
But you were not with me when the
final touches were givenp Did we not
drape a little herep Did we not change
a chair upon one side, and transposo
picture or two upon the otherp Did
we not take one long. glad survey of
all ere we left. feeling that when we
again crossed that threshold it would
be to enter our common homep
Oh! what thoughts this word home
brings to me!
A homo / have not known, save at
your side; home will not know, save
with Won ever rs its uueen Home IL
your presence. wheresoever that may
h.. Lead mo to the barren sands Of
the sun-stricken south; call me to the
algid peaks of the distant north: sneak
to me when iourneyinp on the bound
less waste of the mighty deep, and I
will follow on. for Shall ONLY be go
ing, going home"
Tomorrow has come-it il counted
Us to-day-we call il now.
Ills that day which has been set for
tue 'consuihmation OF our oilss -ao
they eau II.
Ah!-mayDe'
But can supreme JOY be aided untoP
Have not our hearts beat rs oneP Can
more come from repeated vowF Are
we TO LOOK Tor greater love'a love we
nave not KNOWN
IL cannot De- Love cannot exceed
itself.
But mark! Inc wedding strains bid
mo Come.
Come" to what?
Come to the beginningP No.
Come to the endv Never for there
Is no end. Such affection has no limit
IL knows no termlnati>d.
Come" then to its holy plighting.
AM we'll It's holy plighting' Yes,
! arise aud critically scan myself in
the large mirror. give my tie just
llttle touch. l smooth out an imagln-
AIRY wrinkle in my sleeve. ! remove II
little speck OF dust which had some
how found resting-place on my other
wise immaculate bosom. Then do |
feel readyP Yea. was ready before;
yet, strangely. there seemed to be an
Invisible hand which tried to restrain
me-which strove to draw me back.
Some bafiled spirit sought to deter me.
Is not this II frequent experience
among those who thus approach the
altarP
The impression, not OF dread, hut OF
something you cannot fathom, describe,