Connecticut western news., 1897-01-28
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 How much you have been through since you saw them lastl On the shiny shore you win talk 1t all over. The heartaches, 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 lit tie 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 broke, and you found yourself standing amidroom in the midnight - alone. Talking it all over, and then, hand in hand, walking up and down in the light No sorrow, no tears, no death. Oh, heaven, beautiful heaveni Heaven where our friends are; heaven where we expect to be. 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 I would today bring cage of Christian consultations to the grave of your loved ones, and would open the door and let them fill all the air with the music of their voices.
 From Earth to Heaven.
 Oh, hoy they bound in, these spirits before the thronei Some shout with gladness Some break forth into uncon- trollable weeping for joy. Some stand speechless in their shock of delight. They sing. They quiver with excessive gladness. They gaze on the temples, on the palaces, on the waters, on each other. They weave their joy into gar lands, they spring it into triumphal arches, they strike on timbrels, and then all the loved ones gather in 8 great cir cle around the throne of God-fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, sons and daughters, lovers and friends, hand to hand around about the throne, the circle, hand to hand, joy to joy, jubilee to ju- bilee, victory to victory, until the day break and the shadows flee away. Turn, my beloved, and be like roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether. :"
 Oh, how different it is on earth from the way 1t is in heaven when a Chris tian diesi 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. 7" In heaven it is, Welcome, welcome. And so see Christian soul coming down to the river of death, and he steps into the river, and the water comes up to the ankle. He says, "Lord Jesus, is this death3" "No," says Christ, "this is not death" And he wades still deeper down into the waters until the flood comes to the knee. and he says, Lord Jesus, tell me. tell me, is this deathp" And Christ says, "No, no, this Is not death." And he wades still farther down until the wave comes to the gir- dle, and the soul says, Lord Jesua is this death?" No" says Christ. "this is not" And deeper in wades the soul till the pillow strikea the lip, and the departing one cries, Lord Jesus, is this deathg"s '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 heaven came surg ing to its feet then Christ said, "This, O transported soul, this is deathp'