The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1897-08-03
ssrHR HEAVENS DECLARE THE
GLORY OF GOD"
BY q r GATES,

OF S|uDlA1AEy8 0HO
our creator that on the earth we should
have much that would arouse In us
these emotions.
If we were to stand today on the
eastern shore, where the land n the
sea clasp hands, and see the white
capped waves as they beat increasingly
against the walls of stern block stone,
and the big frothy pillows ripping
DER the sands, adorned with the pearly
shells, swallowing up the coast as far
as the eye can reach, and the vast ex-
pans OF water, and remember that
God said, Let there be q sea-" and
the sea was; and that he holdeth it in
the hollow of his hand, we must feel
something of the sublimity Of the scene.
In the great falls yonder to the north
as the water from the top of the
precipjce makes it's wild leap into the
abyss below, ever laundering Onward
the grandeur of Gods creations are
made manifest.
But in the contemplation Of the heav-
ems there are scenes which stand as in
initely above those of earth as the
heavens are above and beyond US in
point Of space.
This evening when the busy whir Of
wheels has ceased, when tired man has
turned his wearied footsteps toward
home; when silence is brooding DER
the land; when the sun has sunk to
rest In the west and the bod Of Grim
son which he 9ings back on the feecy
clouds has faded away and the black
shadows have stole stealthily over the
land, then will be revealed to us, will
be written in letters Of gold in the blue
ocean Of space, the wisdom and the
glory Of the most high God.
Whether we look with the ayes Of
the child who sees and admires only
1.-THE holes in the blue TO let the glory
through" the bright, twinkling Of the
myriad stars, the pretty crescent Of the
new moon as it ever and anon hides
itself behind some big boulder, or with
the eyes of the humanitarian our
thoughts dwell on Gods bounteous
provision that the crystal vaults Of
heaven should be adorned with these
bright j9wels, which beautify and IL
lumine the shadows of night and pro
vide a dwelling place.
For that innume1 able throDg
Who'll one day chant a song
For the life aid the blessings by the Father
When they all have been gathered ; ound his
throne in heaven
or, as the philosopher, we view the
matches work of the hand of Gcd,
which, at his command, sprapg into
existenca-our sister planets circling
around the golden sun; the milky
way, with its innumerable suns blend
ing their light until there is woven a
robe Of spotlees white, set with hosts
of jewels bright, q mantle to be woven
by the goddess of night; the great star
of the north around which We are ever
upon the scene, we fain would sing
with the Hebrew poet king
The spacious armament on high
With ali the blue ethereal shy
And HpaDgled heavens a shining frame
Their great original proclaim
Ever singing as they shine
The hand that made us Is divine"
To the phenomena Of the heavens
men have directed their attention from
the earliest time to which reach the
tangled thread of Clos web. Twenty
five centuries before Christ, in the
celestial empire, we find men engrossed
in the study of the heavenly bodies
and through ell the intervening cen
turtles until to-day, with an eve in
cTeasing interest, men have sought to
know something of our universe and
of those which surround US, but as we
look from planet to planet, from sun to
sun, from universe to universe, and
remember that God in his initiate wis
dom knew and planned each of these,
with which space is filed he is the
author and finisher, we must count
our knowledge as only pencil ray com
pared to the food Of light which shall
n day fash upon US.
If it be true that beauty is the rev.
citation Of the expression of God; that
matter is the localizat alton o. Gods
physical power, when can We be in
such close communion with him as
under the open sky, with the eyes of
night baaming upon US.
From the time the sun has imprinted
his last lingering kisses on the distant
hilltops, and has given the land to be
clad in the azure robes of night until
he bsgins TO shoot his daggers of gold
into the gray banks Of the dawn hori
ION, there is unroiled before ia a nevar