The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1898-12-02

ful bay,
Where the sails will be furled and the
ship will lay
At anchor-sOmewhere in the far
away
But it's weary the waiting, weary /!
There's an end to the trouble of souls
oppressed,
But it's weary the waiting, W. ary,
Some time in the future, when God
thinks best,
He'll lay us tenderly down to rest,
And roses III bloom from the thorns in
the breast,
But it's weary the waiting, weary !
There's an end to the world with it's
stormy frOwn,
But it's weary the waiting, weary
There's light somewhere that no dark
can drown,
And where life's sad burdens are all
laid down,
A crown-thank God-for each cross a
crown
But it's weary the waiting weary !
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Soul Sunshine.
"When | was boy" said Thack
cray, II wanted some tatfy. 1t was IA
shilling; | had MT one. When [ was
man had a shilling, but did Mt
want any taffy." We destroy our ca
pacity for happiness before We yet
ready to enjoy it. Happiness often
seems to be in what we do not pos
sess. Madame de Stael, who pos
sessed almost everything that wo-
men covet and men admire, said she
would surrender all her gifts for the
one that nature denied her-beauty
Burke said he would not give a
peck of refuse wheat for all that is
called fame in this world. Byron
confessed that his life had been
wretched, and he lOnged To rush into
the thickest of the battle and end
his existence by sudden death.
Goethe had wealth and genius. yet
he says he never enjoyed five weeks
of genuine pleasure. There is Per-
sian story that "a great king. being
out Of sorts, consulted his astrOlo
gers, an0 was told that happiness
could be found by wearing the shirt
of a perfectly happy man. Tue
court and the homes OF all the pros
porous classes were searched in
vain; no such man could be- fonnd.
At last common laborer, was
found to fulfill the conditions; he
was absolutely happy, but, alas the
remedy was as far off as ever: the
man had no shirt. The king gave
up the search in despair.
George Macdonald tells of a castle
tn which lived an old man and his
son. Although they owned the cas-
tie, they were so poor they could
scarcely get bread to keep from
starving. Yet there We're concealed
within the castle, by remote ances-
tors, for future necessity, very cost.
ly Jewels. Although close to abun-
dance, they were in starving con.
dtion because they aid not know of
their wealth. 50 man, in the very
midst of the wealth of the universe
is starving from lack Of cultivated
observation, or the power to see and
enjoy the riches unnamaOle which
surround him. Itl the midst of
"Ten thousand harps attuned
TO angelic harmonies,"
III m sits deaf and mute.
Phi lips Brooks, Thoreau, CARR.
son, Emerson, Beecher, Agassiz,
were rich without money. They
saw the splendor in the flower, the
glory in the grass, books in the run.
ming brooks, sermons in stones, and
good in everything. rney knew
that the man who owns the land,
scape is seldom the one who pays
the taxes on it. They sucked ii
power and wealth at first hand, from
the meadows, fields, and flowers
birds, brooks, mountains, and for
ests, as the bee sucks honey from
the flowers. Every natural object
seemed to bring them Il special mes
sage from the great Author Of the
beautiful. TO these rare men, every
natural object was touched with
power and beauty and their thirsty
souls drank it in as ID traveller on d
desert drinks in the GOd-sen water
of the oasis. To extract power and
real wealth from men ami things
seemed to be their real mission, anC
TO pour it out again in refreshing
showers upon thirsty humanity
They believed that mans most i'm
portaut food does not enter by the
mouth. They knew that man can
not live by estates, dollars, anC
bread alone, and that, if he could
he would only be an animal. The,
believed that the higher life de
mands "a higher food, a heavy am
brosia.-Success.
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