Democratic Northwest and Henry County news. [volume] (Napoleon, O. [Ohio]) 1894-1905, 1896-08-06

the blue sea Of heaven But l expect when
the ornament Is rolled AWAY as a scroll to.
see a ne~- nusSsen, grtnaer, higher aiId
more giorious You ought to be willing
to exchange your body that has headaches
and sideaches and weaknesses innumer-
able, that nmps with the stone bruise, or
testers with the thorn, or flames ON the
funeral pyre OF fevers, for an incorruptible
body and an eye that blinks not before the
jasper gates and the great white throne
But between that and this there Is an hour
about which no man should be reckless or
foolhardy. doubt not your courage, but
I tell you that you will want something
better than a strong arm, good aim and
a trusty sword when you come TO your last
battle You will need better robe than
any you have IN your wardrobe to keep you
warm in that place
Circumstances do not make so much
difference 1t may be o bright day when
you push of from the planet, or 1t may be
dark night and while the owl Is hooting
from the forest Il may be spring, and
your soul may go out among the blossoms,
apple orchards swinging their censers in
the way It may be winter and the earth
in a snow shroud. 1t may be autumn,
and the forests set on fire by the retreating
year, dead nature laid out In state 1t
may be with your wife's hand In your
hand or you may be In strange hotel with
servant faithful TO the last 1t may be
In the rail train, shot of the switch and
tumbling In long reverberation down the
emhankment--crash, crashi know not
the time. know not the mode But the
days of our life are being subtracted away
and we shall come down to the time when
we have but ten days left, then nine days,
then eight days, then seven days, six days,
five days, four days, three days, two days,
one day Then hours-three hours two
hours, one hour. Then only minutes left
five minutes, four minutes, three minutes,
two minutes, one minuta Then only sec
onds left-four seconds, three seconds, two
seconds, one second Gonel The chapter
of life endedl The book closed! The pulses
at resti The feet through with the jour
neyi The hands closed from all work NJ
word on the lips No breath In the nostrils
Hair combed back to lie undisheveled BY
| any human hands The muscles still. Thl
nerves still. The lungs still The tongul
still All stih You might put the stetho
| scope to the breast and hear no sound
| You might put speaking trumpet to thi
ear, but you could not wake the deafness
No motion No throh No life Still
still
| Sunset.
| So death comes to the disciple What 1
the sun of life Is about to setS Jesus Is tn
dayspring from on high; the perpetua
morning Of every ransomed spir1t Wha
If the darkness cornesS Jesus is the ligh
| of the world and Of heaven What thougl
this earthly house does crrmhleS Jesus ha
prepared q house of many mansions Jesu
Is the anchor that always holds Jesus
the light that Is never echpsed Jesus
the fountain that is never exhausted Jesu
Is the evening star, hung up enid th
gloom of the gathering night
You are almost through with the ahus
and backhitiug of enemies They will cal
you no more by evil names. Your goo
deeds will no longer be misinterpreted nc
your honor flched The troubles of cart
will end In the felicitiesl Toward evening
The bereavements Of earth will soon b
lifted. You will not much longer stan
pouring your grief In the tomb, like Rache
weeping for her children or David mourn
ing for Absalom Broken hearts boun
up Wounds healed. Tears wiped away
Sorrows terminated No more soundin
Of the dead march. Toward evening
Death win come, sweet as slumber to th
eyelids OF the babe as full rations to
starving soldier, as evening hour to the ez
hausted workman. The sky will take O
! its sunset glow. every cloud a fire psalm
: every lake CLASSY mirror, the forest
!. transfgured, delicate rnists climbing tn
air Your friends will announce 1t; you
. pulses will beat 1t; your Joys will ring Il
your lips will whisper 1t, "Toward ever
ingi"