The Progress. (Shreveport, La.) 1892-1900, 1897-02-13

l,ncs. but Christ slept in huts, and he was
.thirst. and he was a-hungercd, and he
rns on the way from being born in one
MINIS barn to being buried in another
mans grave I have read how the Swiss,
wben they are far away from their native
country, at the sound of their national air
aet 90 homesick that they fall into melan-
choly, and sometimes they die under the
homesickness. But, oh, the homesickness
q Christ! Poverty, homesick for celestial
riches. Persecution, homesick for hosanna.
VAariness homesick for rest Homcsick
for angelic and archangelic companion
hin. Homesick to go out Of the night and
out OF the storm and the world g execra-
tiou. and all that homesickness suffered to
1T as home.
i At our best estate we are only pilgrims
ana Strangers here. Heaven Is our home'
Death will never knock at the door of that
msnsion, and in all that country there is
not single grave. How glad parents are
IN holiday time to gather their children
home again. But I have noticed that al
most always there Is a son or a daughter
shsent-absent from home, perhaps absent
trum the country, perhaps absent from the
world Oh, how glad our heavenly Father
wiI Be when he gets all his children home
with him in heaven! And how delightful
4 Win be for brothers and sisters to meet
aftee long separation! Once they parted at
To door Of Immortality. Once they saw
only through glass darkly;" now 1t ia
"fsce to face" corruption, interruption;
mortality, immortality. Where are now
a their sins and sorrows and troubles?
Overwhelmed in the Red sea of death
while they passed through dry shod.
The Final Welcome.
Gates OF pearl, capstones of amethyst,
thrones OF dominion do not stir my soul so
much Is the thought of home. Once there,
~ earthly sorrows howl like storms and
roll like seas. Home! Let thrones rot and
empires wtther. Home! Let the world die
IN an earthquake struggle and be buried
an1d procession of planets and dirge Of
sphdeA Home! Let everlasting ages roll
n Irresistible sweep. Home! No sorrow,
10 crying, no tears, no death, but home,
rwses home; home, beautiful home, ever
iassang home, homo with each other, home
With angels, home With God.
One night, lying on my lounge when
my tired, my children all around about
mo N null rolnp and hilarity and laughter
-on the lounge, half awake md half
.eleeh dreamed this dream: was In q
~ country. 1t was not Persia, although
-. th0n oriental luxuriance crowned the
Hues It was not the tropics, although
moac than tropical fr,litfulness filled the
s0ena 1t was not Italy, although more
man Italian softness filled the air. And I
wandered around looking for thorns and
stiles but I found that none of them
FEN there, und l saw the sun rise, and
Wsscned to scc 1t set, but it sank not.
~. Aao ! saw the people In holiday attire,
~ said, when will they put off this |
- ~ put on workmcn's garb and again |
ssase m shc mine or swelter at the forget" !
pug tney never put Off the holiday attire.
And wandered In the suburbs of the |
~ % lind the place where the dead sleep, !
sna looked all along the line of the beau.
-lu nils, the place where the dead might |
. .us' piissfnlly slecp, and saw towers
~ castles, but not n mausoleum or a
I ~ or white slab could I see.
Anu Sn1 went into the chapel of the great |
~. Ssn' and said, "Whcrc do the poor wor-
~ III, ana where are the hard benches on
ma,sn eney sitr' And the answer yyas
40 s"aoe me, I'VE have no poor in this coun-
IL AND then wandered out to find the
49, OK the destitute, and found man
,.uus Of amber and ivory and gold, but
~. year could see, not a sigh could I |
No.. ana Twas bewildered, and sat down
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