Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1890-07-31

no sooner do you make sD your mind that go.
certainly he; than you leap up, and the ques.
That is my idea 81 heaven great home rrc,ss:
where they are waiting for us. On. will yon
not know your mothers voice thereY She
long after others have given you the formaa11
"Mister!" You were never anything h"t
James, or r; John, Or George Or Thomas or
your childs voice2 She Of the bright eve en an%
the ruddy cheek, and the quick step Who Who
came in from play and flung herself into ao
cannot wear out. II that little one so Should
s, nd . 3n tne 01her s,ds OF some heavenly hill
above the burst OF heavens great orchestra.
Know itI You could not help but know it. "'
Of SoW er,ns this
theory into your heart it would lift a great
many shadows that are stretching across If
When was lad used to go out to the rail-
road-track and put my ear down on the
track and l could hear the express train
rumbling miles away, and coming on: and
Ough we put our ear down to the grave nr
our dead. and listen and hear in the distanss
the rambling Of the chariots Of resurrectiS.
victory. Oh, heaven! Sweet heaven, Yeu
You used to spell It &se-av-e-n, i heaven IT.
But now when S0u want to spell that word
ones who are gone. and In that irradiation OF
light and love, and beauty and Joy, you smell
IT out as never before, In songs and halle
Oh, We whose hearts are down under the
SOD Of the cemetery; cheer up at the thought
OF this re Im Oh! how much you, will
How much you have been through since you
saw them last! On the shining shore you
loneliness. The sleepless nights. The weep
ing until you had no more power to weep be-
cause the heart was withered and dried mp
Story Of vacant chair, and empty cradle, and
little shoe OnIV half worn To no,
worn again. just the shape OF the foot that
once pressed 1t. And dreams when you
again and the room seemed bright with their
faces, and you started up to greet them, and
In the effort the dream broke and you found
night-alone.. Talking it all over, and then,
hand In hand. walking down ia the light
No sorrow, no tears; no death. Or, heaven!
friends are. Heaven where we expect to be-
bring it to the tomb Of the dead, and then
flying out, sing. And would to-day bring
cage Of Christian consultations to the grave
OF your loved ones. and l would open the
music OF their voices. Oh. how they bound
IN these spirits before the throne! Some
shout with gladness.. Some break forth into
speechless in their Shock Of delight They
sing. They culver with excessive gladness.
They the temples on the palaces
their JOY into garlands, they spring it into
trumphal arches. they strike it on timbrels
and then all the loved ones gather in great
circle around the throne OF God-fathers
mothers brothers, sisters, sons and daugh-
tiers, lovers and friends, hand to hand
around about the throne OF God--the circle
ever widening-hand to hand. joy to joy,
jubilee to jubilee, victory to victory, until
the day break and the shadows flee away"
Turn thou, my beloved, and be like roe or
young hart upon the mountains of Bether."
Oh, how different it is on earth from the
way 1t is In heaven when Christian dies.
We say ''close his eyes," In heaven they
say, Give him a palm" On earth we say.
Let him down in the ground" In heaven
they say, RAISE him on a throne" On
earth it Is. Farewell, farewell" In heaven
1t is, "Welcome, welcome. And so | II
Christian soul coming down to the river Of
death, and he steps into the river and the
water comes to the ankle. He says, Lord
Jesus, Is this death?" mo" says Christ.
this is not DEATH" And he wades still
deeper down into the waters until the flood
comes to the knee, and he says, Lord Jesus
tell me- tell me, is this death?" And Christ
says, No, no, this Is not DEATH" And he
wades still further down until the wave
comes to the girdle and the soul says, Lord
Jesus, is this death? mo" says Christ this
is not And deeper in wades the soul till
the billow strikes the lip, and the departing
one cries, Lord Jesus, is this death" No"
says Christ, this Is not" But when Christ
has lifted that soul on IA throne of glory, and
the pomp and JOY OF heaven came surging TO.
its feet. then Christ said, 'THIs Oh TRANS
PORTED SOUL! THIS Is DEATH"