Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1893-02-10

has come back, and the crutch has beer
thrown away, and he is 30 changed you hard
| ly know him. You say. "Why, never saw
you look 50 we'll" He says ~ couldn't
help but be well. have been sailing these
rivers and climbing these mountains and
that's how got this elasticity. never was
so welln
On, my friends your departed loved ones
are only away for their health in q better
| climate, and when you meet them they will
be so changed you will hardly know them
they will be 50 very much changed, and
after awhile, when you are assured that
they are your friends your departed friends,
you will say: "Why, where is that coughl
Where is that paralyssl Where is that
pneumonia Where is that consumptiony-
Aud he will say: "Oh, an entirely wslll
There are no sick ouss in this country. |
have been ranging these hills AMI hence
this elasticity. have been here now twenty
years, aud not one sick one nave 1 seen-we
are all well in this climate"
And then | stand at this gate OF the celes-
tial city to see the procession come out, and
| see a long procession OF little children
with their arms full OF flowers, and then I
see procession OF kings ami priests moving
in celestial psgeantry-a long procession,
group. and | say: "How strange it Isl
Where is your Greenwood where Is your
Laurel Hili where is your Westminster
Abbey" And they shall cry, There are
no graves here"
And then listen for the toiling OF. the old
belfries of heaven, the old bslfries Of
eternity. listen TO hear them toll for the
dead, but they toll not for the dead. They
only strike up a silvery chime, tower to
tower, east gate to west gate, as they ring
out, They shall hunger no more, neither
thirst any more, neither shall the sun light
on them, nor anv heat, for the Lamb which
is in the midst Of the throns s1all lead them
10 living fountains of water, AMI God shall
wIpo away all tears from their Dyes"
On, ungloye your hand and give it to me
in congratuiation on that scenei feel as II
| would shout. | will shout haleluiahl
Dear Lord, forgive me that | ever COM
planned about anything, IL all this is be-
fore us, who cares for anything but God and
heaven and eternal brotherhood1 Take the
Grape of the doorbell. Your loved ones are
only away for their health in a land am-
urosisl. Come Lowell Mason; come, Isaac
Watts ami give US your best hymn about
joy celestial.
WHAT is the uss Of postponiug our heaven
any longer? Let it begin now, and wnoso-
ever hath harp let her thru n it, and who
soever hath trumpet let him blow 1t, and
whosoever hath an organ let him give us
lul diapasou. They crowd down the air,
spirits blessed, moving in csvalcade OF trt-
unph. Thslr chariot whesls vhirl in the
Sabbath sunlight. They come. Halt, ar
mics of Cod Halt until We are ready to
join the battalion of pleasures that never
die.
Oh, my friends, it would take a sermon as
long as eternity to tell the JOYS that are
coming to us. Just set open the sunshiny
door. Come in, all ye disciples OF the
world who have found the world a mockery.
Come in. all We disciples Of the dance, and
see the bounding feet Of this heavenly glad
ness. Come in, We disciples of worldly
amusement, aud see the stage where kings
are the actors and burning worlds the foot
lights, and thrones the spectacular.
Arise ye dead in sin, for this is the morn
ing OF resurrection. The joys of heaven
submerge our soul pull out tbs trumpet
stop. In thy presence there is flu lness Of
joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures
torevermore.
Blessed are tha saints beloved OF God;
Wa-ned are their robes 10 Jesuss hl osd;
brighter than ange,s, 10! they shine,
Their glorics splendid aud sublime
My soll anticipates the day.
Would stretch her wing and soar away
To aid the song the palm to bear,
And bow the chief OF sinners there.
Oh the sunshine, the glorious sunshine,
the everlasting sunshine!