The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1892-03-16
HAwKEYE,s THOUGHTS.
Some OF Them ia Prose and Some In
Poetry.

Some OF Them Prose and Some In
Poetry.
DEAR BRoTHERs AND SIsTERs-I wish
that our page could be filled every week
with good articles. Our members are
capable of writing them. 1t is to me the
most interesting page l see in any paper.
And | believe writer's and members are
mutually benefited in every effort to
benefit our page. I hope We may improve
il by more frequent communications,
Dv deeper thought, and wider,
stronger sympathy, and clearer knowl-
edge OF duty to God, ourselves, and our
fellows. / often wonder why some Of our
old time members are silent so long, and
lry 10 imagine the various things that
might be the cause, and tear OF sadness
tonnes unbIdden when l picture brother
Dr. sister borne down by care and labor, by
sickness or death. Sometimes ! say, why
allow imagination to bring sadness by
thought OF those | never saw and are so
far from me? But a great number seem
10 rise up before me. and are 80 near me
bv their words and the spirit they reveal,
that | feel that these are my kin
dred bound to me by the strongest ties
and near enough to stir the deepest,
purest thoughts and feelings within me.
am so poor at remembering names or |
would ask at least twenty TO visit our
page soon. I have begun TO register the
names OF those who write, and would be
very glad 70 have the real name OF every
regular contributor with their pOstOtiice
address.
Many times I would like to give
thoughts TO individuals that ] would not
deem Of general interest, or send paper,
magazine or tract 10 one whose article
would Indicate that such would be help to
them. Sister Maud Maple, thanks for
your expression OF appreciation OF my last
article. At first | objected to so much
mention OF approval and did not think it
proper, but in truth and reason, We may
help others by letting them know we aD-
prove what they say or do. / do not allow
the blues 10 camp about me, and the wings
of my faith usually carry me above dis
enlargement, but ] WAS thinking what l
could do did not amount TO much, and was
about TO conclude It was no use for me TO
write such things as came uppermOst In
my mind. and l could not not be satisfied
20 write anything else. | promised piece
of poetry for our page. and send one con-
tributed TO Local and National Poets of
America
How often men fret over losses they feel
Anu think thev are heavy. and stagger and reel,
And many times fall
When nothing worth having or keeping is lost.
Like ship in storm they're driven and tossed
For nothing at all
But bits OF dross
Exceedingly small.
It's not the real Losses that worry US most.
Many times out Of our casket Jewel Is lost
And We notice II not.
The hearts best affections 30 often soure9
Impulses generous for good are devoured
While anger Is hot;
Humanity lowered
Real treasures forgot.
Real treasures last always. will give US real joy
That nothing can lessen, that nothing can cloy;
They never take wings
And leave US alone-they give sweetest relief,
Are much better than gold. for never thief
Can rob u, or bring
sorrow and grief;
They give sting
good deed kind word generous thought,
Il worth more than money, had better be sought
Than silver or gold.
The one who treasures these up is richer By far
Than the millionaire riding IN Mammons bright
BE sord.d and old,
With heart 50 bare
Is poor with his gold.
And yet the scramble for some bauble goes on
With the beggar well - the king on his throne.
The real is Ensought.
And those jewels that shine as the stars in the
By most are considered too unworthy % prize,
Not giving one thought
To the timsy Disguise
In which evil is sought.
But give ne the real gems that never will fade,
20 that when gold and fame and wealth have de-
cayed,
I may have treasurers in heaven;
For though you should have all the baubles Of
earth,
With these only, you are poorer at death than al
birth.
Your happiness rfveD,
And n0thiug Of WORTH
For all you have given.
Strive for riches that last consider that best
Which strengthens the gOOd and gives conscienc &C
sweet rest
Then blessings will come
And light 70 your pathway though earth b
dTeary,
With Jesus for a guide, loving and CHEEKY,
Though trials do come,
You may be weary,
But viii safely reach home.
There safely housed beyond mortality's shore,
Where sickness and sorrow reach more
And death none can sever;
There with our loved enes in perfection OF bliss,
In beautiful world, brighter than this,
To leave IL never,
Where God Savior 10,
Wen live forever,
And ever
rHAWKFYx