Owingsville outlook. [volume] (Owingsville, Ky.) 1879-192?, 1896-08-06

not before the Jas "a gate, and tfS
great white throne. But between that
and this there j. mn hour about which
io ,nati -h''uld be- reckless or foolbardy.
. doubt not yohr courage; hHi Iali
you that yOI VIII warit somcth ng bct-
ter than strong arm. good aim md
tIusty sword when You come To yGu-
last hht'l" You will need better
robe than any you nave il y5ur. ward
robe to keep you warm in that place.
circumstances do not make so much
difference. IL may be bright day
when you push OF from the planet or
it may be a lark tight. End while the
owl Is hooting from the forest II i'ias
be spring, and your spul may go out
among the blossoms, apple orchards
swinging their ccnScrS in the way. IL
may he winter and the earth in n snow
shroud. II may he autumn, and the
forests set on fire by the retreating
Sear-dcad nature laid out in state Ii
may b" with your wi!c's hand in
your hand, Br yfni may De in a
straIigc hotel with servant faithful
To- THE last 1t may be in a rail-
road train shot off the switch and
tumbling in long rcvcrberation down
the cmbankmcnt-cra crash! crash! |
know mt the time. | know not the
mode; but the Days of tmF life arc ha-
ing subtfactcd away. and We shall
come dow 10 the time when we have
but ten days lett: then niI.c days. then
eight days, then seven days six DAYS,
five days, four day. three DAYS. two
days, one day. Then hours-thrcs
Hours. two hours, one hour. Then
only mintitcS lcft-tiye minutes, four
minutes, three minutes. two minutes.
one minute. Then Ohiy seconds left
four Seconds, three seconds. one
second. Gone. The chapter of
life ended. The b Jok closcdl
The pulses at rest. The feet through
with the journey! The hands closed
from all work. No word on the lips.
\" breath in the nOstrils. Hair combcd
back To lie uhdi>hcvelcd by any human
hands The muscles still. The nerve,
still The lungs still. The tongue
still. All still. You might put the
Stcthoscupr 60 the breast and hear no
sound. fou might put -prasing
trumpet TO the ear, but you could rot
walk" the deafness. No notion, no
throh. no life. Still! Still!
80 death comes to the di>cipIc,
What il the sun of life is about to set?
Jesus is the day-spring from on high,
the perpetual morning of every ran
>omcd spirit. What if the darkness
comes? Jesus is the light of the world
aud of Heaven. What though this
earthly house does crumblc? Jesus has
prepared house of many mansions.
Jesus is the anchor that al ways hol Is.
Jesus Is the light that is ncYcr cclipscd.
Jesus Is the fountain that il never cx-
haGstcd Jesus is the evening star.
hung up anil the gloom of the gather
ing night.
You are almost through with the
abuse and backbiting of enemies. They
will call you no more by evil names.
Your good deeds will no longer I've mis-
interpreted nor Your honor filchcd.
The troubles of earth will end i'm the
fclicitic>. Toward evening, The be-
reaycmcnts of earth will soon be
lifted. You VII not much longer
S'dHu pouring your griei III the tomb.
like Rachel weeping for her chill
drcn or David mourning for Absaloni.
Broken hearts bound up. Wounds
healed. Tears wiped away. sorrows
terminated. No more sounding of the
death march. Toward evening. Death
will come. sweet us slumber to the eve.
lids of the babe, as full fations to- .;
starving solder asovyring hourto ths
CNh n~t,i Wur',ma hl ssy ''I
I take IN it, sunset glow, c-,~..
cloud q are-psalm. c,-rv io'-c VIZ ~
mirror; the forests trau=fgIr,j; T,'.-
cate mists climbing the air. l..r
friends will announc, l.: your pulses
will beat lit your joys will ring il: yonr
lips will whisper it; Toward even
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