The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1890-08-20

Heaven GrSndfathsr aiHays aid sihs
In church. Any thing CHASTITY in that7
No. The threshing Of the wheat out Of
the straw, That Is all -.g, sgY
The Saviour folds lamb in His
bosom. The little child filled the house
with her music, and her toys are scat,
tered all up and down the stairs just IS
she left them. What II the hand that
plucked four-o'clocks out Of the meadow
Is still? It will have the eternal
triumph. What II the voice that made
music in the home is still? 1t viii 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 Sayiour's
sacrifice, the orange blossoms for her
marriage day, Anything ghastly about
itP o, no. The sun went down and the
flower shut The wheat threshed out Of
the straw. "Dear Lord, give me Sleep
said dying boy; the son Of one Of my
elders, Dear Lord, give me sleep" And
he closed his eyes and awoke In glory.
Henry W. Longfellow writing aletter
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 tho earth Z
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 blowing, Of the sow
ing, Of the narrowing, OF the reaping, of
the threshing | must now speak o
moment OF the garnering.
Where is the garner? Need tell youP
o, no. So many have gone out from
your own circles-yea, from your own
family, thatyou have had your eyes on
that garner for many q year. What q
hard time some Of them hadl In Geth-
semanes OF suffering, they sweat great
drops Of blood. They took the 'cup Of
trembling" and they put 1t to their hot
lips and they cried: 'Tf 1t be possible,
let this cup pass from me-" With
tongues Of burning agony they cried:
20 Lord, deliver my soul" But they
got over 1t They all got over
it. Garneredl Their tears wiped away,
their battles all ended; their burdens
lifted. Garneredl The Lord Of the
harvest will not allow those sheayes
TO perish In the equinox. Garneredl
Some of US remember on the farm that
the sheaves were put on the top Of the
rack, which surmounted the wagon, and
these sheaves we're piled higher and
higher, and after awhile the horses
started for the barn; and these sheaves
swayed 10 and fro In the wind, and the
old wagon creaked, and the horses made
q struggle and pulled SO hard the har-
ness came up In loops Of leather on their
back, and whom the front wheel struck
the elevated floor Of the barn. 1t seemed
a. II the load would 60 no farther, until
the workmen gave great shout and
then with one last tremendous strain
the horses pulled in the load; then they
were unhaFnessod, 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 60 In. The
lord Of the harvest has promised It
see the load at last coming in the door
Of tho heavenly garner. The sheaves
Of tho 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 II II can get no farther. II
is the last struggle, until the voices Of
angels and the voices Of our departed
kindred and the welcoming voice Of God
shall send the harvest rolling into the
eternal triumph, while up and down the
sky the cry is heard: Harvest homel
Harvest homel'