The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1891-12-24

| natural world IS the heirlOOmS of our
royal family. The morning breaks from
the East The mists travel up hill above
hill, mountain above mountain, until sky
lost The forests are full of chirp and
buzz and song. Trees leaf and birds
wing f1utter with gladness. Honey
makers in the log, and beak against the
bark, and squirrels chattering on the
rail. and the call of the hawk out of q
clear sky make you feel glad. The sun.
which kiBdles CONGREGATIONS among the
castles of clouds and sets mineret and
dome afame, stoops to paint the lily
white, and the buttercup yellow, and
| the fOrget-me-not blue.
| What can resist the sun? Light for
the voyager over the deep! Light for
the shepherd guarding the flOcks aield!
Light for the poor who have no lamps to
burn! Light for the downcost and the
lowly! Light for aching eyes, and burn.
ing brain, and wasted captive! Light
for the smooth brow. of childhood, and
for the dim vision of the Octogenarian!
Light for the queens coronet. and for
sewing girls needle! Let there be
light! Whose morning is this? My
morning. Your morning. Our Father
gave US the picture, and hung it on the
| sky in loops of fire. 1t is the heirloom
of our family.
And so the night 1t is the full moon.
| The mists from shore to shore CLEAN
| like shattered mirrors. and the ocean,
under her glance, comes up with great
tides, painting upon the beach, mingling.
as it were, foam and fire. The poor
man blesses God for throwing such a
cheap light through the broken window
pane in his cabin. and to the sick it
seems light from the other shore which
bounds this great deep OF human pain
and woe. If the sun seems like q song
full and poured from brazen instruments
that fill Heaven and earth with great
harmOnieS, the moon is plaintive and
mild, standing beneath the throne of
God, sending up her soft, sweet voice of
praise, while the stars listen, and the
sea.
No mother ever more Sweetly guarded
the sick cradle than all night long this
pale watcher of the sky bends over the
weary, heartsick, slumbering earth.
Whose is this black framed, black tas-
seled picture of the night? 1t is the
heirloom of our family. Ours, the
grandeur of the spring. the crystals of
the snow, the coral of the beach, the
odors of tho garden, the harmOnies Of
the air.
You cannot see large estate in one
morning. You must take several walks
around it. The family property of this
royal house of Jesus is SO great that we
must take several walks to get any idea
of its extent. Let the first walk be
around this earth. All these valleys,
the barvests that wave in them and the
cattle that pasture them-all these
mountains and the precious things hid
den beneath them, and the crown of
glacier they cast at the feet of the AL
pine hurricane-all these lakes, these
islands, these continents, are ours. In
the second walk go among the street
lamps of Heaven. and see stretching off
on every side wilderness of worlds.
For us they shine. For us they sing at
Saviour's nativity. For US they will
wheel into line and with their fam
ing torches add to the splendOr of our
triumph on the day for which all other
days we're made.
In the third walk go around the Eternal
CITY: AS we-cOme near it, bark to the
rush Ofcits. chariOts and the wedding peal
of its great towers. The bell of Heaven
has struck twelve. 1t is high noon. We
look off upon the chaplets which never
fade, the eyes that'never weep, rthe tenn
pies that never close, the loved ones that
never part, the procession that never
hats, the trees that never wither, the
walls that never can be captured, the sun
that never sets, until we. can no longer
gaze, and we hide our eyes and exclaim,
Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard,
neither have entered into the heart of
man. the things which God hath pre-
pared for them,that love Him." AS these
tides Of glory rise we have to retreat and
hold fast lest we be swept off and drowned
in the emotions of gladness and thanks
giving and triumph.
What think you of the family property?
It is considered an honor to marry into
family where there is great wealth. The
Lord, the bridegroom of earth and
Heaven, offers you His heart and His
hand. saying in the words of the Can
ticles, "Rise up. my love. my fair one,
and come away" and once having put
on thy hand the signet ring of His love,
you will be endowed with all the wealth
of earth and all the honors of Heaven.
Almost every family looks back to
hOmestead-sOme country place where
you grew up. You sat on the doorsill.
You heard the foOtstep of the rain on
the garnet roof. You swung on the
gate. You ransacked the barn. You
waded into the brook. You thrashed
the orchard for apples, and the neigh
boring woods for nuts; and everything
around the old homestead is of interest
to you tell you of the old homestead
of eternity. In my Fathers house are
many mansions. When we talk of man.
sions we think Of Chatsworth and its
park, nine miles in circumference, and
its conservatory that astonishes the
world: its galleries Of art, that contain
the triumphs of Chantrey, Canova and
ThOrwaldSen; of the kings and the queens
who have walked its stately halls, or,
flying over the heather, have hunted the
grouse. But all the dwelling places Of
dukes and princes and queens are as
nothing to the family mansion that is
already awaiting our arrival. The
hand of the Lord Jesus lifted the pillars
and swung the doors and planted the
parks. Angels walk there, and the good
of all ages. The poorest man in that
house is q millionaire, and the lowliest q
king, and the tsmest word he speaks is
an anthem and the shortest life an eter-