The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1897-03-03
SILENT TEACHERS.

SILENT TEACHERS.
Nature, with her myriad tones that
roll upon the cultivated ear in floods of
melody, enraptures the senses and
thrills the heart with gratitude to the
great author OF our being.
But the silent monitors-those voice.
less teachers-that in mute appeal touch
the chords of our being, attuning them
to harmony. lift the soul into the
beatific presence of natures God.
The streams that move with majestic
flow, and the little rivulet that murmers
tenderly to the swaying blossoms that
nod above their ripping waters, teach
a lesson Of purity.
The tiniest flower that dots the green
sward tells Of tender care and protection,
and the regal lily rocked on the
murmuring tides of their wattery home,
lifts song Of silent praise as she opes
her waxen petals to greet the god of
day.
The little dew drop that gems the
springing grass, and the little pebble
that is trodden beneath the foot, as we'll
as the lofty tree that graces the grassy
mead or rears its proud head amid the
sombre shadows of the woodlands, give
with their silent voices each their
lesson.
The zephyr, as 1t floats upon the even
ing breeze, whispers peace to the
troubled heart, and the wildly rolling
cloud proclaims the majesty of Him
who sits upon the whirlwind and rides
upon the storm.
The rainbow spanning the heavens
with its varied hues sustains the drOop-
ing spirit, and teaches faith in a
covenant-keeping God.
The stars in their ceaseless march
across heavens blue vault point to the
hand that sped them on their course,
and guides them through the changeless
cycles Of time.
Wrapped in winters folds, the earth
seems dead and forsaken, but at the call
of spring-like giant refreshed-she
throws of her sheckles and walks forth
In newness OF life.
The sun treads noiselessly his daily
rounds. yet under his silent influence,
the shades of night are thrust back and
the earth opens up into new life and
power.
The leaves of the trees murmur
tenderly to the winged winds as they
sigh among the branches.
The wheat fields rise TO glory OF
harvest with never sound save as they
whisper in the evening breeze.
Oh. these silent voices Of nature, with
what sweetness and power do they
speak to ears listening to their mute
appeal and hearts touched by the mighty
lesson which they teach.
There is a beautiful bit OF history told
in the Bible which illustrates God as
the silent voice. 1t is in the story of
Elijah fleeing to Horeb from the wrath
OF that wicked princess, Jezebel, away
from the hum of busy life into the
grandeur of the mountains. God sends
him that He may speak unto him, and
as the prophet stands alone awaiting
Gods voice, the very air would seem to
quake under its mighty thunderings.
But the story is full of meaning as it
flows on unfolding the thought of the
subject-that the silent teachers are the
most potent.
There came great strong wind that
rent the mountains and broke in pieces
the rocks before the Lord but the Lord
was not in the wind, and after the wind
there came an earthquake, and after
the earthquake fire. And list. still
small voice trembles upon the air, and
when its soft cadence fell upon the
prophets ear, he wrapped his face In
his mantle and went forth from the cave
and listened to its quiet tones, for II
was the voice of God!
And adown the ages comes to us the
lesson which Divine majesty gave to
his faithful servant, that silent monitors
are the true teachers and illustrates
the whole thought of the Supreme
Ruler OF the universe.
Remnants OF all kinds at Deemer's.