Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1894-09-13

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the Lowell carpet factories. AMI these
IN Manchester mills: those helped build
the pyramids, and these broke away
from work on the day Christ was
bounded out of Jerusalem No more
towers to build; heaven is done. No
more garments to weave; the robes are
finished. No more harvests to raise;
the gamers are full. o. sons and
daughters of toll, arise We and depart,
for that is your rest
Scovill M'Callum boy of my Sunday
school, while dying, said to his mother:
Don't cry, but sing sing,
There is rest for the weary.
There is rest for the weary
Then, putting his wasted hands over
his heart, said: There is rest for me. :"
But there are some of you who want
f to hear about the land where they
never have any heartbreaks and no
graves are dug. Where are your father
and mother? The most of you are
orphans. | look around. and where l
see one man who mas parents living, |
see ten who are orphans. Where are
/ your children? Where | see one fam
lily circle that is unbroken, see three
or four that have been desolated One
lamb gone out of this fold; one flower
pluclled from that garland; one golden
| link broken from that chain; here
bright light put out, and there an
other, and yonder another. With
such griefs, how are you TO rest? VIII
there ever be a power that can attune
that silent voice or kindle the luster of
that closed eye. or put spring and dance
into that little foot? When we bank mp
the dust over the dead is the sod never
to be broken? Is the cemetery to hear
no sound but the tire of the hearse
wheel, or the tap of the bell at the gate
as the long professions come in with
their awful burden Of grief? Is the
bottom Of the grave gravel and the top
dust? No! no. no. The tomb is only a
place where we wrap our robes around
rs for a pleasant nap ON our way home. |
The swellings of Jordan will only wash
off the dust of the way. From the top
of the grave we catch glimpse of the
towers glinted with the sun that never
sets
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dews of the night of grief We whose
hearts are heavy, because those we'll
known footsteps sound no more at the
doorway, yonder is your rest! There
is David triumphant; but once he be-
moaned Absalom. There is Abraham
enthroned; but once he wept for Sarah.
There is Paul eXultant; but he once sat
with his feet in the stocks. There is
Payson radiant with immortal health;
but on earth he was always sick No
toll. no tears, no partings, no strife, ne
agonizing cough tonight No storm
to iuftle the crystal sea. No alarm to
strike from the cathedral towers. No
dirge throbbing from seraphic harps
No tremor in the everlasting song; but
rest-perfect rest-unending rest.
Into that rest how many of our loved
ones have gone The little children
have been gathered up into the bosom
arms Of a widowed mother, following
its father who died a few weeks before.
In its last moments it seemed to see
the departed father, for it said, look
ing upward with frightened counten-
nance: Papa, take me up
Others put down the work of mid
life, feeling they could hardly be
spared from the Office, or store. or shop
for a day, but are TO be spared from it
forever
Nour mother went. Having lived a
life Of Christian consistency here. ever
busy with kindness for her children,
her heart full of that meek and quiet
spirit that is in the sight of God a great
price, suddenly her countenance was
.ransfgured, and the gate was opened.
md She took her place amid that great
loud of witnesses that hover about the
hrone.
Glorious consolation! They are not
lead You cannot make me believe
hat they aRa dead. They have only
moved on. With more love than that
With which they greeted us on earth,
hey watch us from their high place
nd their voices cheer us in our strug.
lie for the sky. Hail, spirits blessed,
low that We have passed the flood and
ron the crown! With weary feet we
ress up the shining way, until in ever
lsting reunion we shall meet again.
IN! won't it be grand when, our con-
lets done and our partings over, we
hall clasp hands and cry out; This is
eaven'