Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1893-06-08

| would bring to the graves of your dead
all bright thoughts and congratulations
and bid them think Of victory and redemp
ton. | stamp on the 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 very 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 dend. DO you know
what they called those straits? They call
them the Gate OF Tears" Oh, stand to-
day at the cato Of tears through which
many of your loved ones have gone, and
want to tell you that all are not shipwrecked
that have 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 depart
ed are not dead We are the dead-we who
toll we who weep, we who sin-we are the
dead. How my heart aches for human sor-
row, this sound of breaking hearts that
hear all about me, this last look of faces
tDuU Will never DTlBHNCu dBdlll, tllS ihSO
kiss of lips that never will speak again,
this widowhood and orphanagel oh, when
will the day of sorrow be gone?
After tho sharpest winter the spring dis
mounts from the shoulder of southern
gale and puts its warm hand upon the
earth, and in its palm there comes the grass,
and there come the flowers, and God reads
over the poetry of bird and brook and bloom
and pronounces it very good. What, my
friends, if every winter had not its spring,
and every night its day, and every gloom
its glow and every bitter now its sweet
hercafterl If you have been on the sea, you
know, as the ship passes in the night, there
is phosphorescent track left behind it,
and as the waters roll up they toss with
unimaginable splendor Well, across this
great ocean of human trouble Jesus walk s.
Oh, that in the phosphorescent track of his
feet we might all follow aud be illuminedl
There was n gentleman in the rail cal
who saw in that same car three passengers
of very different circumstances. The frs,
was "A maniac. lie was carefully guarded
by his attendants. His mind, like a shiT
dismasted, was beating against dark, DIES
olate const from which no help could come
The train stopped, and the man was takel
out into the asylum to waste away perhaps
/ through wears Ol klOOuIs ! uc stCOllQ pas
senger was a culprit. The outraged law
had seized on him. AS the cars jolted the
chains ratified. On his face were crime, de
| pravity and despair The train halted, ant
| he was taken out to the penitentiary Il
! which he had been condemned. There wa!
the third passenger under far different cir
cumstances She was a bride. Every hou
was gay as a marriage bell. Life ghttereC
and beckoned Her companion was taking
her to his fathers house. The train halt
ed The old man was there to welcome he
to her new home, and his white lock
showed down upon her as he sealed his wore
with fathers kiss.
Quickly we fly toward eternity. Wewil
soon be there. Some leave this life con
demned culprits. They refused pardon
they carry their chain. Oh, may it be wit
us that leaving this fieeting life for the mex
we may find our Fa.her ready to greet II
to our new home with him foreverl Tina
will be marriage banquet! Fathers we
comel Fathers bosom Fathers kiss
Heaven! Heaven.