The free press. (Poplarville, Miss.) 1890-19??, 1893-02-09

10. ooma hack. and the crutch has oeen
throvn away. and he is so changed you hartA-
u ,,oyy him You say, "Why, l never saw
,5o,r Jook so we'll" He says II couiont
IeIn bnt, be well. have been saiiing Iness
rivers and climbing these MOUNTAINS, anu
that's bow got this elasticity. never was
SO weil.n ,5 o,as
ars onlv AWAY for their health IN pe1ter
oiimate and when you meet them they VIII
he so changed you will hardly kno" UuenI
they will be SO very much chah2e9' an
aftsr awhile. when you are assured ona'
they are your friends, your departed 1rlenis;
you will say Why where u tna' e p'I that
rneunonia9 Where is that consumption,
And be will say: "Oh, am entirely Wen
Tbera are no sick ones in this country.
have been ranging these hills, and hence
this elasticity. have been here now twenty
wears. and not one sick one nave sseh
are all well in this climate"
And then I stand at the gate OF the ceieS,
t;al city to see the procession come OUT, am
/ see n long procession of little children
1yiFb their arms full of flower, and then
sea procession of kings and priests moving
in celestial pageantry-a long procession,
INT no black tasseled VENICE, no mouiuiilg
group, and ] say: How strange IL IS!
7.l,-,.a i, your GreenwoJu? wnsro Is your
7 .I,TaI Hip where is your Westminster
Abbey?p And they shall cry There are
no graves here" J.,
Ard then listen for the tolling of the old
halfries of heaven, the old belfrles OF
eternity, | listen to hear them toll Tor the
dead, but they toll not for the dead. lhey
only strike up silyery chime, to"tr 10
tower east gate to west gate, as they ring
Ont. "They shall hunger nc more, neither
thirst any more, neither snail tqe suh a.
ba,, for the Lamb winch
is in fine midst Of the throne shall lead tnem
70 living fountains of water, and God shall
,vina away all tears from their eyes.
n unelove your hand and give 1t to me
in CONCENTRATION on that scenel feel as II
! would shout. | will shout haiieluiah!
Dear Lord, forgive me that | ever com
planned about anything. IL All tu's - VI
20 nc who cares for anything but God and
heaven AMI eternal brotherhood: rake the
crane off the doorbell. Your loved ones are
onIv away for their health in a land an-
brasial Come. Lowell Mason; come Isaac
Watts, and give US your best hymn ABOUT
10y celestial.
What is the use of post poning our heaven
anv longer? Let it begin now, and whose
ever hath a harp let her thtum it, and who
soaver hath a trumpet let him blow it, and
whatsoever hath an organ let hun give US
tfl diapason. They crowd down the a'r,
spirits blessed, moving in cavalcade OF trt
umph. Their chariot wheels whlrl III th7
Sabbath sunlight. They come. Halt, ar
mics of God Halt until we are ready 10
Join the battalion of pleasures that never
die
Oh, my friends, it would take sermon as
long as eternity to tell the joys that are
coming to us, 1 just set open the sunshlny
door. Come in, all ye disciples OF the
world who have found the world mocaery;
Come in, all yo disciples OF the dance, ana
see the bounding feet of this heavenly glad
ness. Come IN, ye uIsu.p.es IL
amusement, and see the stage where kings
are the actors and burning worlds t1e IooE-
Ugnts, and thrones the spectacular.
Arise, we dead IN sin, Tor this is the morn
ing of resurrection. The joys of heaven
submerge our soul. pull out the trumpet
stop. In thy presenc1 there is fullnezs oil
ioy: at thy right hand there are pleasures
foreyermore.
Blessed are the saints beloved of God;
Washed are their robes il Jesuss biooui
Brighter than angels, lol they shine
Their glories splendid and sublime
NV soul anticipates the day,
Would stretch her wing ana soar away
To aid the song, the palm 10 bsar'
And bow the chief OF Sinners tneie.
Oh, the sunshine, the glorious sunshine,
the everlasting sunshine!