The Hazel Green herald. [volume] (Hazel Green, Wolfe County, Ky.) 1885-19??, 1892-01-08

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are all bercavcd
Their streaming eyss together Gov,
| For human guilt aud mortal WOO
hyou rejoice At another's misfortune
you arc not one Of the sheep, but one of
the goats; and the vulture OF sin hath
alighted on your soul. and not tho Dove
OF the Spirit
Next, ] notice the family property.
After II man OF largo estate dies the
relatives assemble 10 hear the will
read. So much OF the property Is
willed 10 his sons, and so much to his
daughters and so much To benevolent
societies Our Lord Jesus hath died and
we are assembled to-day TO hear the
will read. He says; my peace give
unto you" Through His apostle he
saws: "All are yours" What! every
thing? Yes, everything This world
and the next In distinguished families
there are old pictures hanging on the
wall. They are called the ''helr.looms"
of the estate. They are very old aud
have come down from generation TO
generation. So | look upon all the
beauties OF the natural world rs the
VI our TONul IdUnllY.
The morning breaks from the east.
The mists travel up Hill above hill.
mountain above mountain, until sky.
lost The forests are full of chirp and
buzz and song. Trees Leaf and birds
wing tlutter with gladncss Honey.
makers in the log, and beak against
the bark, and squirrels chattering on
the rail, and the call OF the hawk out
OF u clear sky, make you feel glad Tho
sun, which kindles confagrations
among tho castles OF the clouds, and
sets mlnaret and como alamo, and
stoops To paint the lily white, aud the
butter-cup yellow, and the forgctme-
not blue.
What can resist the sun? Light for
the voyager over tho deep! Light for
the shepherd guarding tho tlocks
afleld! Light for the poor who have
no lamps to burn! Light for the down
cast and the lowly! Light for
aching eyes. and burning brain and
wasted captive! Light for the smooth
brow of childhood, and for the dim Wis
ion of the octogcnarianl Light for
queens coronet and for sewing girls
needle! Let there be light Whose
morning is this? My morning. Your
morning. Our father gave us the pic
turc and hung IL on the sky in loops of
fire. II Is the heirloom of our family.
And so the night II is the full moon
The mists from shore 10 shore CLEAN
like shattered mirrors; and the ocean,
under her glance, comes up with great
tides, painting upon the beach, ming
ling, as IL were, foam and fire. The
poor man blcSses God for throwing
such cheap light through the broken
window pane into his cabin; and 10 the
sick it seems n light from
the other shore which bounds this
great deep of human pain and woo. II
the sun seem like n song full and pour
cd from brazcn instruments that fill
Heaven and earth with great har'
monies, the moon is plaintivc 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 Swcotly
guarded the sick cradle than all night
long this pale watcher Of the sky bends
over the weary, hcart-sick, slumhering
earth. Whose Is this black-framcd,
ck-tasseled pictured of the night?
II is the heirloom of our family. Ours
the grandeur of the spring. the crys-
tails Of the snow. the coral of the beach,
the odors of the garden, the harmonics
OF the air.
You caa not see large estate in one
morning. Nou must take several walks
around it. The family property OF this
royal house Of Jesus is so great that we
must take several walks 10 get any
idea of its eNtcrt let the first walk
bc around this earth, All these valleys,
the harycsts that wave in them. and the
cattle that pasture thcm-all these
mountains aud the precious things hid
den beneath them, and the crown
of glacier they east and the feet
Of the Alpine hurricane-al these
| lakes. those islands, These con-
tincnts. are ours. In the second walk
| 90 among the strcet-lRmps Of Heaven
and sec stretching Oft on every side a
| wilderness OF worlds For us they
shine. For ms they sang at Saviour's
nativity. For us they will wheel into
line. and with their flaming torches
add 10 the splendor of our triumph on
the day for which all other days we're
made. In the third walk, go around
the Eternal City. As we come near
IL, bark 20 the rush of chariots'
and the wedding peal OF its great tow
crs. The hell OF Heaven has just struck
IL Its high noon. We look OF upon
the chaplets which never fade the
ewes that never weep the temples that
never close, the loved ones that never
part. the procession that never haits,
The trees that never wither, the walls
-. 80. can be captured, tho sun