News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1892-03-10


three little robins in the nest. The
| scarlet fever thrust its hot hands into
the nest and the birds are gone.
Only those are safe who have their
nests in the goodly cedar They
have over them 1.-The feathers of the
Almighty" Oh, to have those SOFT
warm, eternal wings stretched over
us! Let the storms beat, and the
branches of the cedar toss on the
wind-no danger When q storm
comes, you can see the birds flying
to the woods Ere the storm of death
comes down, let us fly to the goodly
cedar.
Of what great varieties heaven
will be made upl There come men
who once were hard and cruel and
desperate in wiclzedness, yet now,
soft and changed by grace, they
COME into glory-''All fowl of every
wing" And here they come, the
children who were reared in loving
home circles, fiocking through the
gates of life-,"All fowl of every
wing" These We're white, and came
from northern homes; these were
black, and assembled from southern
plantations these were copper col
ored, and went up from Indian res
ervations-''All fowl of every wing"
So God gathers them up. 1t is as
tonishing how easy it is for good
soul to enter heaven. A prominent
business man in Philadelphia went
home one afternoon, lay down on the
lounge and said, ut is time for me to
60" He was very aged. His daugh-
] ter said to him, Are you sick2" He
| said: mo, but it is time for me to go.
Have John put it in two of the morn
ing papers, that my friends may
know that am gone. Goodby," and
as quick as that God had taken him.
It is easy 10 go when the time
| comes. There are no ropes thrown
out to pull us ashore; there are no
ladders let down to pull us up. Christ
comes and takes us by the hand and
saws, "You have had enough of this {;
come up higher" Do you hurt a lily
when you pluck it? Is there any
rudeness when Jesus touches the
cheek, and the red rose of health
whitens into the lily of immortal
purity and gladness?
A BETTER CLINE FOR Us.
When autumn comes, and the giant
of the woods smites his anvil, and
the leafy sparks fly on the autumnal
gale, then there will be thousands of
birds gathering in the tree at the cor
ner of the field just before departing
to warmer chimes, and they will call
and sing until the branches drop with
the melody. There is a better cline
for us, and by and by we shall mi
CRATE. We gather in the branches of
the goodly cedar in preparation for
departure. You heard our voices in
the opening song; you will hear them
in the closing sOng-voices good,
voices bad, voices happy, voices dis
sressful-"All fowl of every wing"
By and by we shall be gone. If all
this audience is saved-as hope they
will bel see them entering into life.
Some have had it hard, some have
had it easy. Some were brilliant,
some were dull. Some were rocked
by pious parentage, others have had
their infantile cheeks scalded with
the tears of woe. Some crawled, as
it were, into the kingdom on their
hands and knees, and some seemed
to enter in chariots of flaming fire
Those fell from a ships mast, these
were crushed in a mining disaster.
They are Gods singing birds now.
No gun of huntsman shall shoot them
down They gather on the trees of
life and fold their wings on the
branches, and far away from frosts
and winds and night they sing until
the hills are flooded with joy, and the
skies drop music, and the arches of
pearl send back the echoes-"All fowl
Of every wing"
| Behold the saints, beloved Of God,
Washed are their robes in Jesus blood;
Brighter than angels, 10! they shine,
Their glories splendid and sublime.
Through tribulation great they came;
They bore the cross and scorned the shame;
Now in the heavenly temple blest,
With God they dwell; on him they rest.
While everlasting ages roll,
Eternal love shall feast their soul;
And scenes of bliss, forever new,
Rise in succession to their view.