Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1893-04-14


nan eyes, and our dull and stupid
minds do not know the deep things
that are hidden from us, there is
but one sure platform ON which we
can stand, and that is this, that the |
omnipotant ruler of this world
knows and chooses for the best. The
aching heart and the sorrowing
mind looks forward to the sweet
Bye-and-Bye, where all who live
as he lived will strike the mellow
notes of the golden Tyre in the
realm where the rainbow never
fades, and walks in the radiant
light that shines around the Ala
baster walls of the New Jerusalum.
Where the dropping flowers of this
life may be the erect and stalwart
ones of the ages to come, where the
sorrows that shroud the weary one
here will be Illuminated by the
eternal sun, that will make them
resplendent forever, and the weary
eyes gazcing upon them will per-
ceive that the light Of Gods coun-
tanance shines through each soul
and will ultimately make it
beautiful and serenely happy, this
is no vaine hope because it is as
sure as eternal justice itselfe, be-
cause it is the blessed promise of
our Heavenly Father to all who
walk the way our Savior leads.
Mr.. Gallon was noble hearted,
his thoughts and his deeds blend
ed together like the notes that
spring from the vibrating string: OF
the harp. 1t is inexpressibly sad
to witness the season of death sew
ering the threads that bind the hui
man soul to this earth, where the
charms of loved ones are scattered
around us. What hopes are
crushed, what pleasing anticipa-
tons are never realized! But is it
not a pleasing thought that in the
grave our rest is undisturbcd, no
sorrow, no SANDER, no venom, and
no temptation can reach us there. |
The ocean that separates this world
from the next, no human eve can
penetrate, the shadows of the flu
ture, are on the shore Of the pres
ent, and what lies in that shadow
no human mind can know. Oh. !
how sweet 1t wonld be that if on
this ocean that divides time from
eternity, that we could send upon
these fleets of departed souls, spir-
tied messages of love to those in the
land from whence no traveller has
ever returned, we would send let
tiers fragrant with the sublimcst
affection that was ever kindled |
upon the alter of human devotion. |
But we simply grasp the air and
find our hands empty, we look at
this sea and find it is shoarlcss, we
speak to the departing messenger
and find that to his hands we can
consigne no commission, In the |
sweet time to come when the bios
SONS all bloom, and the infrmi-
tics of this life be forgotten and
buried beneath the waves of the
past, we will realize that the soul
is the jewell of all things What is
d aath but an entrance into that
longer life where we 90 on forever,
who can measure the compass of
our cXistance, we came into this
world not at our own request and
depart at the will of our master,
our mothers smile at our being and
weep when we depart, the inteli-
gent thoughts of today in contem-
plating the dark shades of death,
bring no dismay to thoughtful
souls, can it be possible that the
strong attachments of this life by
way of personal friendship are but
the reproduction of love and af-
lection that existed in the ages be-
fore our spiritual eXistance, taken
up its abode in the bosom of our
being.
We came like the dew-drop, and go like
the mist,
As frail as leafc, by autumn winds
kissed
Fading away like, the roses of June,
Wishing and waiting, to meet the i'm.
known.
J. D. BURcH,
Etbri Iro Tam