The Red Cloud chief., 1890-08-29

tomb. 10 Win Dot - aitsiA q thaa
night 0raadiathee ~ oevee afraid q
any thing. He Win rio n the nosaiaG
Of Tie re~surrect3oa. 0saodiathee vaa
always the Arst 70 Hise. His voioe haa
already mingled IN ~ dexology 81
Heavea. Granafatbee always I'D st1g
II church. Any thing CHASTITY IN that9
No The threshing Of tho wheat out q
The straw. That 10 all
The Saviour folds alambia His bosom.
Ths little child 6lled sll The hose With
~ music, and her toys are scattsred al
up and down the stairs inst - che Left
then. What II the hssA that picked
lour-o'clocks out Of the neodow - still3
Il will wave the eternal triumph. What
Il the voice that made music IN the
homo IL still7 Ii will sing the eternal
hosaanA Put . white rose In ono hand
and . red 1850 in tho other hand and .
wreath Of orange blossoms on tho brow;
tho white flower for the victory. the red
flower for tho Saviour's sacrifice. the
orange blossoms for her marriage day.
Any thing CHASTITY shout that? O. NO.
Tho u went down and the flower shut
The wheat threshed out Of the straw.
Dear Lord. give me sleep said dying
boy. the o Of ~ Of my elders Dear
Lord. give me sleep" And he closed
his eyes and awoke in glory. Henry
". Longfellow. writing . letter Of con-
dolence to those parents said: Those
last words were beautifully poetic.
dear Lord. give mo Sleep"
~ not IN cruelty. not Ia wrath
That the reaper came that day:
Twas IN angel that visited the earth
And o the flower sway.
So Il may be with Us when our work
10 all done. Dear Lord, give me
sleep"
have n moro thought to present
I have spoken Of the blowing, Of the
sowing. Of the narrowing. Of the reap
ing, Of tho threshing. ] must now
speak . moment Of the garnering.
Where 10 the garner? Need I tell
you? O. no. So many have gone out
from your own circles-yca. from your
own family, that you have had your
eyes on that garner for many . year.
What . hard time some Of them had!
In G~ethsemanes of suffering. they sw eat
greatdrops Of blood They took tho ''cup
of trembling" and they put 1t to their
hotlips and they cried: III It be possible.
let this cup pass from me-" With
tongues OF burning agony they cried:
20 Lord, deliver my SOUL" But they
got over It They all got over it. Gar
nered! Their tears wiped away; their
battles all ended; their burdens lifted.
Garnered! The Lord Of the harvest
will not allow those shesves to perish
In the equinox. Garnered! Some of 10
on the farm, that the sheaves
wero put on the top Of tho rack, which
the wagon. and these
sheaves were piled higher and higher,
and after awhile the horses started for
tho barn; and these sheaves swayed to
and fro In the wind. and tho old wagon
creaked and the horses made . struggle
and pulled 50 hard the harness came up
in loops Of leather on their back, and
when the front wheel struck the ele-
waited floor Of the barn. IL seemed as II
the load would 60 no farther. until
wOrkmen gave . great shout |
and then, with one last tremulOus strain,
horses pulled in the load; then they
embarrassed, and forkful after
OF grain fell into the now. o.
ny friends, our getting into Heaven
may be q pull. . hard pull, a very hard
pull; but these sheaves are bound to 60
in. Tho Lord Of the harvest has
promised it. sec the load at last COM
ing in the door Of the Heavenly garnery.
The sheaves Of tho Christian soul sway
10 and fro in the wind Of death, and the
Did body breaks under the load, and ~
The load strikes tho floor Of the celestial
garner. it seems as II it can 90 no farther.
L is the last struggle, until the voices
II angels and tho voices of our departed
Kindred and the welcoming voice Of God
hall send the harvest rolling into the
triumph. while all up and down
he sky tho cry is heard: Harvest
aOmel Harvest hOme!"