Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1897-10-22


the shadow Of a sacred pile Gay lights
shonc through the plous pane, u picture *
the cross was painted In the varied light;
sufferer was bending low beneath It's
weight. The organ pealcd forth glorious
song glad voices bore the hymns Of praise.
Tho fashion OF the world was there and
critics Of the holy world. ItwHs u carnival
Of scnsuuus joy. Against the cold gray
stones she pressed her aching heart, No
rust no light and huugered and alone.
80 Cod ]" she cried, rs she sank upon the
ground and sobbcd through WEAKNESS to
rest. - am so poor there is no place for
mo Sho was like bird with broken
wing voicing sorrow In starlcss night,
till sleep fell gently on her tear stained
eyes,
Once again she was In tho Powered
home By the riverside. Tho valley
stretched back to the larch crowned hills.
Bird voices came and twittercd in the vino
that trailod beneath her window. The
dewdrups glistened ON the glowing bells
as the sun first kissed the summer morn.
The simple ways of the country glen be-
came the innocence OF natures day. Her
mother spoke soft words OF love and drew
her gcntly to Unfolding arms, ShO was
home again and singing with the joyous
moss Of the beautiful. But the day ended;
her journey was begun.
At first 1t seemed unending spring, and
all was 1owerlnnd. but roughened roads
confronted her and night hung low. She
brtyud the storm that wore upon her way.
Tho clouds could not aiirightcn. for her
heart was brave but the lightnings flashed
around her and the rain fell In torrents.
She must seek for shelter and Ruin the
food required A voice spoke unto her
"ilcrc Is joy the blind can never see and
peace and plenty; larry In this promise
land" Unknowlng wrong, unthinking
harm, she picked the red buds from the
thorns; tho poison few to her startled
heart, her brain was all on fire, Sho
dashed ont in the storm sgnin, and tho
voice that had charmed her laughed her
tears to scorn. On where the torrent ragged
she rushed, but tho hollow laugh still
whistled on tho wind. Drcnchcd and
bruised and torn she beat against tho
rocksas fluttercd bird In It's prison cngc,
but ali was cold and dark and droar. She
was in the land OF death, still mindful OF
tho flowerlnnd where sunbeams fell.
Alone, forgotten, dosolato, almost blind,
almost undone, voice said, "Comc."
! She looked A hand, far up the way,
seemed reckoning her, and tender eyes
| they were once beneath the crUss--shono
| down into her soul. Her answer was
smile. Its joy awoko her
YEARLY, with fright and chill, she wan
dercd back to her attic room The steps
crcaked aloud rs sho CROPPED her way in
! the dark The duws Of sleep were long in
| coming, but at last her eyes were closed
| with smile upon her brow On the NOR
row she would wander home and lay her
| heart on her mothers heart and tell her
! oil.
The gray dawn came, and the stars
went out, and the sun cumo up from tho
gold tleeced waves and chasod away tho
shadows from the valley fields. A stray
beam cropt into an attic window and rest
cd on the brow of n restless sleeper.
Though the harvest day was at Its height,
1t was winters night to her. The chilling
damp had gathered strength and claimed
right to stay. IL woye Itself into her
life, and letters clnsped her heart. She
knew not Of the many days she lay and
wore her strength away. a kind old soul
attended her and gave the best u scanty
sturehpuse could afford. The worst seemed
past, and thoughts were cast that She
would rise again, but weeks went by and
sim the hope Of life was bounded by O
Gilken cord The day would rise and might
would fall, the sunlight and the shadow
come md pass away Now she could moi
wander homo. Would they como to her
Just for n little while oh, If they would
smile on her again, she could gladly breast
the sullon stream. There are times when
the gloom Of earth is deeper than tho un
yelled futufel
A leaden dry followed lcaden night
A peaceful sleep, peaceful light and the
end of the journey was near Bending tc
Oh l.
kneOllng l do not know, and | woult
not tell, wha all WINS said. | only know
mothers love is deeper than any stair
and reaches high IA the throne OF God
And 1t must have been near to the brow
OF the hill she bore her willing child as sh,
murnured low the secret OF hOr fading
life.
ooh, mother, / hive heard the Wort
Forgiven swectly whispered In my ea
through mnny nights OF pain. 1t sccucC
10 come down from the stars and through
tho little broken pane at break of day
Your voice came to mo on the breeze, ant
every sunbeam wore your smile, but
cloud hung dark across the sky, and coul,
not dio until you kissed the gloom away
Now | can rest,
An unseen charm was stealing TO he
heart as tendurly ms dewdrops touch tn
dropping flowers, while she crept unto he
mothers Lrenst---a little child again with
in the folds OF loyc-nnd hand was claspeI
IN hand and heart was hushod to heart ~
the heavy folding clouds unveiled the even
ing sky, The sun lowering for momen
ut the portal gates looked back with tende
glance and east straying ray into tn
quiet room. II rested on the raven hal
that fell from u snow white brow, Agaii
her answer was a smile and all was still
There wns but the beating OF u wing u
the golden sunlight passed from the child
ish face OF Lila Stccn. -Canndian Mag
azine.
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