Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1891-12-17
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So look upon all the 5es1ti of the
natural world as the heirloOms of our
royal family. The morning breaks from the
east. The mists travel up bill above hill,
mountain above mountain, until sky lost.
The forests are full Of chirp and buzz and
song Trees leaf and birds wing flutter
with gladness Honey makers in the log,
and beak against the bark, and squirrels
chattering on the rail, aud the call of the
hawk out of clear sky make you feel
glad. The sun. which kindes confagra-
tions among the castles of clouds and sets
minaret and dome aflame, stoops to paint
the lily white, and the buttercup yellow,
and the forgetmenot blue.
What can resist the sun? Light for the
voyager over the deep Light for the shep-
herd guarding the fiocks alieldl Light for
the poor who have no lamps to burnt
Light for the downcast and the lowly!
Light for aching eyes, and burning brain,
and wasted captivel Light for the smooth
brow of childhood, and for the dim vision
of the octogenarian! Light for queens
coronet, and for sewing girls needlel Let
there be light! Whose morning is thiss
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
i shattered mirrors, and the ocean, under
her glance, comes up with great tides,
| painting upon the beach, mineling, as it
were. foam and fire. The poor man blesses
God for throwing such 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. II the sun
seem like a 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 sumbering earth.
Whose is this black framed, black tasseled
picture of the nightS 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 the garden, the
harmonies of the air
WALK OVER THE ESTATE.
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 harvests |
that wave in them aud the cattle that pas |
ture them-all these mountains and the |
precious things hidden beneath them and /
the crown of glacier they cast at the feet |
of the Alpine hurricane-all these lakes,
these islands, these continents, are ours.
In the second walk go among the street
lamps of heaven, aud see stretching off on
every side wilderness of worlds For us
they shine. For us they sang at Saw
iour's nativity. For us they will wheel
into line and with their flaming torches
add to the splendor Of our triumph on the
day for which all other days were made
In the third walk 90 around the Eternal
City. As we come near IL, bark to the
rush Of its 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, the temples that
never close, the loved ones that never part,
the procession that never halts, the trees
that never wither, the walls that never can
be captured, thesun 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
prepared for them that love him" As
these tides OF glory rise we have 10 retreat
and hold fast lest we be swept off aud
in the emotions of gladness and
and triumph.
What think you of the family property
1t 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 Canticles, Rise up,
my love, my fair one, and come away"
and once having put on thy hand the sig
net 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 doorsil You
heard the footstep Of the rain on the garnet
roof. You swung on the gate. You ran
sacked the burn. You waded into the
brook. You thrashed the orchard for APP
piles, and the neighboring woods for nuts;
and everything around the old homestead
is Of interest to you. l tell you of the old
homestead of eternity. In my Fathers
house are many mansions When we talk
Of mansions we think OF Chatsworth and
its park, nine miles in circumfer-
ence, and its conservatory that aston
ishes 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 aud princes and queens are
as nothing 10 the family mansion that is
already awaiting ourarrival 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 a millionaire,
and the lowliest king, and the tamest
word he speaks is an anthem and the short
est life an eternity.
STILL IL A FOREIGN LAND.
1t took Paxton to build for Chats
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