The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1893-09-08

WHICH, you speeu away. VI, IdrTy ing
at home, they will sit beside you
by day, and whisper over your
pillow night after night l want
to assure you that you are not left
alone, and that your weeping is heard
in Heaven. You will wander ameng
the hills and say: up this hill, last
year, our boy climbed with great glee,
and waved his cap from the top or,
''this is the place where our little girl
put flowers in her hair, and looked up
in her mothers face" until every drop
of blood in your heart tingled with
gladness, and you thanked God with a
thrill of rapture; and you look around
as much as to say: 'Who dashed out
that light? Who filed this cup with
gall? What blast froze up these fount-
aims of the hearth" Some of you have
lost your parents within the last
twelve months. Their prayers for
you are ended. You take up
their picture, and try to call back
the kindness that once looked out
from those old, wrinkled faces, and
spoke in such a tremulous voice; and
you say it is a good picture; but all the
while you feel that, after all, it does
not do justice; and you would give al
most anything-you would cross the
sea, you would walk the earth over-to
hear just one word from those lips that
few months ago used to call you by
your first name, though so long you
yourself have been a parent. Now, you
have done your best with your grief.
You smile when you do not feel like it.
But though you may deceive the world,
God knows. He looks down upon the
empty cradle, upon the desolate nursery,
upon the stricken home, and upon the
broken heart, and says: This is the
way thrash the wheat; this is the way
l scour my jewels! Cast thy burden
upon my arm and l will sustain you.
All those tears | have gathered into My
bottle
But what is the use of having so
many tears in Gods lachrymatory? In
that great caslzet or vase, why does
God preserve all your troubles?
Through all the ages of eternity, what
use of a great collection of tears? l do
not know that they will be kept there
forever. l do not know but that in
some distant age of Heaven an angel of
God may look into the bottle and find
it as empty of tears as the lachrymals
of earthenware dug up from the ancient
city. Where have the tears gone to?
What sprite of hell hath been invading
Gods palace, and hath robbed the
lachrymatories? None. These are
sanctified sorrows, and those tears
were changed into pearls that are
now set in the crowns and robes of the
ransomed. l walk up to examine this
heavenly coronet, cleaning brighter
than the sun, and cry: "From what
river-depths of Heaven were those
gems gathered?' and a thousand
voices reply: ''These are transmitted
tears from Gods bottle" Isee scepters
of light stretched down from the
throne of those who on earth were
trod on of men, and in every scepter-
point, and inlaid in every stair of
golden throne behold an indescriba-
BILE richness and luster, and cry: From
whence this streaming light-these
flashing pearls?' and the voice of the
elders before the throne, and of the
martyrs under the altar, and of the
hundred and forty and four thousand
radiant on the CLASSY sea exclaim:
Transmitted tears from Gods bottle"
Let the ages of Heaven roll on-the
story of earth's pomp and pride long
ago ended; the Koh-i-noor diamonds
that make kings proud, the precious
stones that adorned Persian tiara and
famed on the robes of Babylonian pro-
cessions, forgotten; the Golconda mines
charred in the last conflagration; but
firm as the everlasting hills, and pure
as the light that streams from the
throne, and bright as the river that
flows from the eternal rock, shall CLEAN,
shall sparkle, shall flame forever, these
transmitted tears of Gods bottle.
Meanwhile, let the empty lachryma-
tory of Heaven stand forever. Let no
hand touch it. Let no wing strike it.
Let no collision crack it Purer than
beryl or chrysoprasus- Let it stand on
the step of Jehovah's throne and under
the arch of the unfading rainbow.
Passing down the corridors of the pal
ace, the redeemed of earth shall glance
at it, and think of all the earthly
troubles from which they were de-
livered, and say, each to each, THAT is
what we heard of on earth" THAT
is what the Psalmist spoke of" There
once were put our tears" That is Gods
bottle" And while standing there in
specting this richest inlaid vase of
Heaven, the towers of the palace dome
strike up this silvery chime: God hath
wiped away all tears from all faces.
Wherefore comfort one another with
these words"
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