Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-02-02
AN ENEMY AND A FRIEND.
The President Of SOrosis Takes q Dual
View Of Death.

The President of sOrosIs Takes q Dual
View Of Death.
Adams act of disobedience not only
caused his body to become corruptible, and
finally to return to the dust from which it
was taken, but through that act his soul be-
came unfit to dwell in paradise; unfit to
walk among those living trees and beside
those four rivers of water. The Garden of
Eden remained unchanged, but he could no
longer behold it. He, created its
lord, designed to have dominion
over all things, is driven forth.
and the gateway guarded by Cherubim,
armed with swords of fire. The first Adam,
the living soul, is bound to body destined
to perish. 'Dying ye shall die was the
penalty pronounced upon him. This is the
death which came into the world by ''the
envy Of the devil" This is the death with
which we should make no covenant This
is the last enemy which has to be overcome.
The s'adoption of the body" is the last vic
tory which is to be wen over the flesh and
the devil.
To one whose life has been spent beside
living waters and beneath the olive tree,
shall not death come at last as the great de-
liverer? The strong angel whose mission it
is to loose the silver cord and break the
golden bowl? If life is spent in waging
war against error in battling for truth, NAV
not one hope to hear at the end ''the soft
comforting song" that the pilgrim sang to
Sintram:
Death comes to set thee free;
Oh, meet him cheerily
As thy true friend,
And all thy fears shall cease,
And in eternal peace
Thy penance end.
Shall not such an one die, as we are told
by tradition that Moses did, from the kiss of
God? ''This kiss a union of the soul with
the substance from which it emanated." Is
there not yet q greater triumph foretold in
the words, "We shall not all sleep, hut we
shall be changed" Is there not victory
yet to be won over the last enemy when this
mortal shall put on immortality without 60
ing through the gateway of death, when
death is swallowed up in victory? So let me
write "The Song of Holy Death
Shall it be soon, sweet Lordf
Shall it be soon2
Fade now the stars away,
The sun, the moon,
Fade too; only see Thy risen light,
only see Thy face, than stars more bright.
Links now my soul in deaths enhancing sWoon,
Ny brightest day
FLOODS with its splendor LIES completest noon.
Shall il be swift, dear friendi
Shall 1t be swift?
The holy moment stay,
Or sword uplift
In angel hands?-I saw It fash and CLEAN
In swift fulhlment of my lfes long dream
thought to clasp at once the precious gift
1t fades away,
Then flashes bright once more through cloudy
rift.
Is the day near, my Spoussf
Is the day near?
My holy marriage day?
Shall it appear
With stresks of light faint glimmering in the
Snall earth awake as to a glad new feast
Where not one eye shall shed crystal tear,
Nor one hand Law
Wreath OF sorrow on my bridal bierf
Though it be far, dear Lord.
Though IL be far,
Yet IL shall surely come:
Bright umfnous star
OF promise Hash in my blue armament
The day Is past, the night perchance far spent
The east is glowing with q crimson bar
Star, call me home
Through whirlwind, rushing steeds and hery
car ELLA DIETE CLYNER.