The evening call. [volume] (Topeka, Kan.) 1891-1893, 1893-06-21

its going. Fold the hands that have
, done SO many kindnesses for you right
over the heart that has beat with iove
toward you since before you were born.
Let the pilgrim rest She is weary.
Death in the summer house!
Gather about US what we will of COM
fort and luxury. when the pale mes
Senger comes, he does not stop to look at
the architecture of the house before he
comes in, nor, entering, does he wait to
examine the pictures we nave gathered
on the wall, or, bending over your pill
low, he does not stop to see whether
there is color in the cheek, or gentle
ness in the eye, or intelligence in the
brow. But what of that? Must we
stand forever mourning among the
graves of our dead? No! No! The
people in Bengal bring cages of birds to
the graves of their dead, and then they
| open the cages, and the birds 60 singing
| heavenward- So l would bring to the
graves OF your dead all bright thoughts
and congratulations and bid them think
| OF victory and redemption. / stamp on
tue bottom of the grave, and it breaks
through into the light and the glory of
Heaven.
The Gate of Tears.
The ancients used to think that the
straits entering the Red Sea were yerv
dangerous places, and they supposed that
every ship that went through those
straits would be destroyed, and they were
in the habit of putting on weeds of |
mourning for those who had gone on that |
voyage, as though they were actually |
dead. Do you know what they called |
those straits? They call them the Gate /
OF Tears" On, / stand to-day at the |
gate of tears through which many OF |
your loved ones have gone, and want
to tell you that all are not shipwrecked
that nave gone through those straits into
the great ocean stretching out beyond.
The sound that comes from that other
shore on still nights when we are
wrapped in prayer makes me think that
the departed are not dead. We are the
dead-we who toll. we who weep, we
who sin--we are the dead. How nv
heart aches for human sorrow, this sound
OF breaking hearts that hear all about
me, this last look of faces that will never
brighten again, this last kiss of lips that
never will speak again, this widowhood
and orphanage! Oh, when will the day
81 sorrow be gone?
After the sharpest winter the spring
1ismounts from the shoulder of a south
9rn gale and puts its warm hand upon
he earth, and in its palm there comes
he grass, and there come the flowers.
md God reads over the poetry OF bird
ND, brook and bloom and pronounce il /,
cry good What, my friends, if every
Vlnter had not its spring, and every !
lght Its day, and every gloom its glow, G
no every bitter now its sweet hereafter!
you have been on the sea, you know. q
& shin in |
pfosphorescent track left behind it. !
nd as the waters roll up they toss with :
nimaginable splendor. Wen. across
his great ocean of human trouble Jesus 4
'aiks. Oh, that in the phosphorescent i
rack of His feet we might all follow d
nd be illumined! O
There was a gentleman in the rail- car II
no saw in that same car three passen- ii
erS or very different circumstances. m
he first was maniac. He was care ~
lily guarded by his attendants. His =,
ind, like ship dismasted, was beating E
yainst a dark, desolate coast from -
hich no help could come. The train u
opped and the man was taken out into p'
e asylum to waste away perhaps u:
rough years Of gloom. The second as
Issenger was cuiprit. The outraged fr
w'had seized on him. AS the cars IL
lied the chains ratified. On his face "a
ere crime depravitY, and despair. The :.
ain halted, and he was taken out to =
e penitentiary to which he had been "
ndemned. There was the third pas W
niger under far different circumstances. !.
le was bride. Every hour was CAV =
marriage bell Life gittered and
ckoned. Her companion was taking W
r to his fathers house. The train tic
lted. The old man was there to vel be
me her to her new home, and his IT
lite locks showed down upon her as he III
aled his word with fathers kiss. =
Quickly we fly toward eternity. We ~ =,
II soon be there. Some leave this life ~
ndemned culprits. They refused a dc
rdon; they carry their chain. Oh, NAV III
be with US that leaving this feeting fel
Tor the next we may find our Father m.
ldY to greet US to our new home with wi
IN forever! That will be a marriage IN
nquet! Fathers welcome! Fathers o.
som! Fathers kiss! Heaven! Heaven! 80