News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1897-01-27

on of the chaTiots of resurrection victory.
| o heaven sweet heavenl You do nos
| spell heaven as you used to spell it
| heaven, heaven. But now when you
want to spell that word, you place side by
side the faces of the loved ones W no are
| gone, and in that irradiation of light and
love and beauty and joy You spell itout as
never before in songs and halleluiahs. Oh,
I ye whose hearts are down under the sod of
the cemetery, cheer up at the thought of
| Shis reunionl Oh, how much you will
have to tell them when once you meet
| theml
Before the Throne.
How much you have been through since
| you saw them last On the shining shore
you will talk it all over. The heartaUhes,
the loneliness, the sleepless nights, the
weeping until you had no more power to
weep, because the heart was withered and
dried up. Story of vacant chair and empty
cradle and little shoe only half worn out,
never to be worn again, just the shape Of
the foot that once pressed it. And dreams
when you thought that the departed had
come back again, and the room seemed
bright with their faces, and you started up
to greet them, and in the effort the dream
bAOhC dhd you Ibuhu gOuINGll bUduutIlp
amid room in the NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.. Talk
ing it all over and then, hand in hand,
walking up and down in the light. No sor-
row, no tears, no death. heaven! beau
tiful heaven-heaven where our friends
are Heaven where we expect to bel In
the east they take a cage OF birds and bring
it to the tomb of the dead, and then they
open the door Of the cage, and the birds,
flying out, sing. And | would today bring
cage of Christian consolation to the grave
of your loved ones, and ! would open the
door and let them Oh all the air with the
music of their voices.
Oh, how they bound in, these spirits be.
fore the throne! Some shout with glad
ness. Some break forth into uncomfortable
weeping for joy. Some stand speechless in
their shock Of delight They sing They
culver with excessive gladness. They gaze
on the temples, on the palaces, on the wa
tiers, on each other. They weave their joy
into garlands they spring it into trium-
phal arches they strike on timbrels, and
then all the loved ones gather in q great
circle around the throne of God-fathers,
mothers, brothers, sisters, Sons ard daugh-
tiers, lovers and friends hand to hand
around about the thlOno-the circle, hand
to hand, joy to joy, jubilee to jubilee, vic
tory to victory. until the day break and
the shadows fee away. Turn, my beloved,
and lie like a roe or a young hart upon the
mountains of Bother"
Oh, how different it is on earth from the
way it is in heaven when Christian dies
We say. "Close his eyes" In heaven they
say, "Give him palm" On earth we say,
"Let him down in the ground. " In heaven
they say" Hoist him on a throne" On
earth it is, Farewell, farewell" In heav-
en- it is, Welcome Welcome" And SO l
see a Christian soIl coming down to the
river of dea, and he steps ilSto the river,
and the water comes up to the ankle He
says, Lord Jesus, is this death?" "No,"
says Christ this is not death" And be
wGdes stiA deeper down into the waters
until the flood comes to the knee, and he
says, Lord Jesus, tell me, tell me, is this
death?" And Christ says, no, no; this is
not death. And he wades still farther
down until tho wave comes to the girdle,
and the soul says, Lord Jesus, is this
death2" "No," says Christ, 'this Is not. "
And deeper in wades the soul till the bill
low strikes the lip, and the departing one
cries, Lord Jesus, is this death?" NO."
says Christ, this is not But when
Christ had lifted this soul on a throne of
glory, and all the pomp and joy of HEAVIER
came surging to its feet, then Christ said
"This, o transported soul, this is deatbp