The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1892-11-11

unto Ne, all ye who are weary and
heavy laden and will give you rest "
Another frost il bidding you away
it is the frost of sorrow. Where do you
live now? ssOh,n you say. ST have
moved" Why did you move? You say:
Il don't want as large a house now as
formerly" Why do you not want as
large a house? You say: my family
is not so large" Where have they gone
to? ''Eternityl'' Your mind goes back
through that last sickness, and through
the almost supernatural effort to save
life. and through those prayers that
seemed unavailing, and through that
kiss which received no response because
the lips were lifeless, and hear the
bells tolling, and / hear the hearts
breaking-while I speak / hear them
break. A heartl Another hearti
Alonet; Alonel Aloneta This world,
which in your girlhood and boy
hood was sunshine, is cold now,
and, OH weary dove, you fly around
this world as though you would like 10
stay, when the wind and the frost and
the blackeniug. clouds would bid you
away into the heart of an all-comfort-
ing God. Oh, have noticed again and
again, what a botch this world makes OF
it when it tries to comfort a soul in
troubled 1t says: Don't cry!' How
can we help crying when the hearts
treasures are scattered, and father is
gone, and mother is gone, and compan.
ions are. gone and the child is. gone, and
everything seems gone? 1t is no COM
fort to tell man not to cry. The world
comes up and says: ''Oh, it is only the
body of your loved one that you have
putins the gropndin But there is no
comfort in that Thatbedy Is precious.
Shall we never put our hand in that
hand again, and shall we never see
that sweet face again? Away with
your beartlessness, o. world But
come, Jesus! and tell us thatwhen the
tears fall they fall into. Gods bottle;
that the dear bodies OF our loved ones
Shall rise radiant in the resurs
srection; and all the .breal1ings down
here shall be lifted up there, and ''they
shall hunger no more, neither thirst no
more, neither shall the sun light %
isin1the plidstPofa the throne shall lead
CuCIu W 1IVluS 1OuA CdIHS O1 WdIcT, anu
God shall wipe all tears from their
eyes. -
= You may have aatfced that when the
chaf-fnch or the storx or the crane
starts on its migration. 1t calls all
those of its kind to come, too. The
.tree-tops are full of schirp and whistle
and carol and the long roll-call. The
bird does not start off alone. 1t gath.
ers all of its kind. Oh, that you might
be as wise in this migration to Heaven,
andsthat you might gather all your
families and friends with you! would
that Hannah might take Samuel by
the hand, and Abraham might take
Isaac, and Hagarrmiglit take. IshmaeL ]
Start for Heaven yourself. and take
your children with, you. Come thou
and all thy, house into the ark TEL
your little ones that there are realms OF
balm and sweetness for an those who
fly in the right direction. Swifter than
eagles stroke, put out for Heaven.
Like the crane or the storlS, stop not
night nor day until you find the right
place for stopping 8Efs 9Rkf
To-day the Saviour calls,
Ye wanderers como. -
'Ffs Obi We benighted sohla So
Why longer roamf
The spirit calls to-day,
Yield to his power.
Oil grieve him not away,
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