Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1896-04-24
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ship large enough to take al the passen-
gers that Will come aboard it.
The Open Gates.

ship large enough to take an the passen-
gers that will come aboard it.
The Open Gates.
For this royal exile bespeak the love
and service Of all the exiles here pres
ent and in one sense or the other that
includes all Of us. The gates Of this
continent have been so widely opened
that there are here many voluntary ex-
lies from other lands. Some of you are
Scotchmen. see it in your high cheek
bones and in the color that illumines
your face when / mention the land Of
your nativity. Bonny Scotlandl Dear
old kirk! Some Of your ancestors sleep
ing in Greyfriars churchyard, or by the
deep lochs filled ont Of the pitchers Of
heaven, CT under the heather, sometimes
50 deep Of color it makes one think Of
the blood If the Coyenanters who signed
their names for Christ, dipping their
pens into the veins Cf their own arms
opened for that purpcse. How every
fiber Of your nature thrills as | mention
the names Of Robert Bruce and the
Campbells and Cochrane! bespeak for
this royal exile Of my text the love and
the service Of all Scotch exiles. Some Of
you are Englishmen. Your ancestry
served the Lord. Have not read Of the
sufferings Of the Haymarket, and have
not seen in Oxford the very spot where
Ridley and Latimer mounted the red
chariot? Some Of your ancestors heard
George Whitefeld thunder, or heard
Charles Wesley sing, or heard John
Bunyan tell his dream Of the celestial
CITY. and the cathedrals under the shad-
ow Of which some Of you were born had
in their grandest organ roll the name Of
the Messiah.
bespeak for the royal exile Of my ser
mon the love and the service Of all
English exiles. Yes, some Of You came
from the island Of distress over which
hunger, on Il throne Of human skeletons,
sat queen. All efforts at amelioration
halted BY massacre. Procession Of fam
ines. procession Of martyrdoms march
ing from northern channel 10 Cape
Clear and from the Irish sea across TO
the Atlantic. An island not bounded as
Reographers tell us, but, as every phil
lanthropist knows, bounded on the north
and the south and the east and the west
bv woe which no human politics can al
leviate and only Almighty God can as
suage Land Of Goldsmith's rhythm,
and Sheridan's wit, and O'CoDneI's
eloouence, and Edmund BurIe's states
manship, and O'Brien's sacrifice. An
other Patmos with its apocalypse Of
blood. Yet you cannot think Of II today
without having your eyes blinded with
emotion, for there your ancestors sleep
in graves, some Of which they entered
for lack of bread. For this royal exile OF
my sermon I bespeak the love and the
service Of all Irish exiles Yes, some Of
YOU are from Germany, the land Of Luz
ther and some Of you are from Italy, the
land Of Garibaldi, and some Of you are
from France, the land Of John Calvin,
one of the thre mightios Ct the glorious
reformation. Some Of you are descend
ants Of the Puritans, and they were
exiles. and some Of you are descendants
Of the Huguenots, and they were exlles'
and some Of you are descendants Of the
Holland refugees, and they were exlles.
"Going Home"
Some Of you were born on the banks
Of the Yazoo or the Savannah, and you
are now living in this latitude. Some
Of Won ON the banks Of the Kennebec, or
at the foot Of the Green Mountains, and
YOU are here now. Some Of you on the
prairies Of the west, or the tablelands,
and YOU are here now. Oh, how many
of us far away from home. All OF US
exiles. This is not our home. Heaven
is our home Oh, | am so glad when
the royal exile went back he left the
gate aiar, or left it wide open. Going
homer' That is the dying exclamation
Of the majority Of Christians. have
seen many Christians die. I think nine
ont Of ten Of them in the last moment
say. Going home. " Going home out OF
banishment and sin and sorrow and sad
ness. Going home to join in the hllari-
ties Of our parents and our dear children
who have already departed Going home
70 Christ. Going home to God. Going
home to stay. Where are your loved
On, that died in Christ? You pity
them. All. they ought to pity yvC! HcH
are an exile f,T from home. They are
home! Oh, what a time it will be for
YOU when the gatekeeper Of heaven
shall saw. Take off that rough sandal
the journeys ended Put down that
: saber. the battles won. Put OF that
iron coat Of mail and put on the robe OF
, conoueror. At that gate Of triumph l
leave you today only reading three
, tender cantos translated from the ltal-
, ian. If you ever heard anything sweet
er. never did. although l cannot adopt
e all its theology;
r Twas whispered one morning in heaven
. How the little child angel May,
In the shade Of the great white portal,
1 Sat sorrowing night and day;
5 how she said 20 the stately warden
n He Of the key and bar:
"Oh. angel. sweet angel pray you
Set the beautiful gates aiar
: Only a little, pray you,
Set the beautiful gates aiar
, "I can hear my mother weeping.
{ She is lonely: she cannot see
glimmer Of light in the darkness
When the gates shut after me.
Oh, turn me the key, sweet angel;
: The splendor will shine 50 far.
n Rnt the warden answered, Il dare nos
= Set the beautiful gates aiar
;. Smoke low and answered, Il dare not
q Set the beautiful gates aiar
Then up rose Mary. the blessed,
Sweet Mary, the mother Of Christ
|. Her hand on the hand Of the angel
l. She laid. and her touch sufhced
~ Turned was the key in the portal
Fell ringing the golden bar.
:. And, 10, in the little child's fingers
# Stood the beautiful gates ajar,
l. In the little childs angel fingers