Morning journal and courier., 1892-10-20
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 wearied by the march of periods, holding
 his own young and buoysnt, as though in no wise oppressed by his unremitting great burdens, the same steadfast and equable one to-day, yesterday and forever; change less in the midst of universal change. fresh when all created things grow weary, the faithful, unfsltering Lord of time and seasons, of worlds and economies, of the flight of stars and the futter of leaves, of the great lights that glorify the yswning realms of space and of the tints that or nament the way side bush, ss great in the little ss he is in the large, seeing to 1t that every great thing in his universe ministers somehow to every little thing in his uni verse. and thus wherever he appears show ing himself the Almighty. He who can make an autumn can make 8 universe; and he who can bring in an autumn punctuslly and at fixed intervals forever, can rule 6 universe, and there is no end to his power
 2. All this fading and falling which ar rests us now is of course, ss we have of- ten been told, a pensive reminder of the fading and falling of our human life. Once year God takes up that subject at length, and for one whole month and more, by every leaf on every tree. and by every spire of grass in every field, and by every bird retresting southwsrd, and by hosrse winds and chill airs and cold floods of rain, by changed skies and ungentle clouds and tempered lights. he turns land and sea, earth, air and sky into pulpit whence he breaches persistently and with solemn iteration and emphasis the single ancient but neglected truth of human frsilty and doom, and of the instability of all terres- trial things and affairs. And if we stood in the midst of the universal lspguishment and tender melancholy of the season, and took into our hearts in their entire sad force these serious and depressing sugges- tions everywhere articulsted and sighed forth, I do not see why we should not be chastened beyond measure, and be made practically incapable of shouldering our appointed burdens, except ss we threw ourselves upon the idea and foreknowl- edge tha. however the autumn may seem, and however mournful it may really be, it is not 8 permanent season and order of things, but that not far beyond it there greens and blooms and sings a recreated year Yes, when the winds moan and are dismal upon the ear, we manage to hear a sweet underaow of music floating up from the happier day still to be; and when the wildernesses put on their robes of des- olation, our sorrow and sympathy with them are mitigated by those more cheerful veInal robes which in due time they shall surely wear. So in life-frst in our indt- vidusl life-we stand up against every force of dejsction in the strength of the features, the spring like futures, which we discern. Winds blow, rains fall dark and dreary, snows come down, angels of ruin devsstate our prosperity, our treasures fly away, our hopes explode. our struggles are wasted, we journey across long desert pas ssges; but whatever befslls, and however much we seem impoverished and brought to nought, our strength We restore, our re- sources we replenish, our failing age we rejuvenate, by that in us which is the sub stance of things hopsd for, the evidence of things not seen; that brighteyed faith in virtue of which we are established al- ready in that green and towering land far cry conceivable blight, land of youth those once called mortal are visibly immor- tai, and do never knoS, the mutable, the perishable, the sorrowful, the autumnal tinge and lament any more.
 And as it is with individuals 50 it is with man at large. History has her autumual periods and occasions. Nations sink into the fall of the year sometimes. Holy causee, enterprises of justice, of liberty, of religion, have their declensions now and then-their leaves fall, their life set ties backupon its secret sources, and they are as dead. But evermore the spring is waiting to be brought iu, and at last it as- suredly comes.
 sUnder the winter glacier
 We see the summer glow,
 And through the wild piled snow drift
 Ina hS Ha1n