Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1898-06-29

and where I SEQ one man who In.
parents living, /. SEQ ten who are or
pnans where are your children? Where
see one family circle that il un-
broken see three or four that have
oeen aesolatcd. One lamb gone out OF
TINS fold; one flower pluclSed from that
garland; one golden link broken from
'hst chain; here n bright light nut out
and there another, and yondcr anoth-
CT with such griefs, how are YOU To
rest viii there ever bc n power that
can attunc that silent voice. or kindlc
the ulster OF that closed eve. or nut
spring aud dance into that little foot9
When we bank up the dust over the
dead, is the sod never 20 bc brolen2
Is the cemetery To hear no sound but
the tire of the hcarSe-wheel. or the
tap of the bell Mt the gate as the pro-
cessions come in with their awful bur.
ocnS OF grief? Is the bottom of the grave
gravel and the top dustp No, MOI no,
The tomb is only n place where We
wrap our robes about us for a pleasant
nap on our way home. The swellinrs
OF Jordan will only wash off the dust
OF the way. From the top OF the grave
we catch n glimpse OF the towers
ghntcd with the sun that never sets.
oh, ye whose locks are wet with the
dews OF the night OF grief; We whose
hearts are heavy, because those WELL
known footsteps sound no more Mt tho
doorway, yondcr is your rcsti There
Is David triumphant: but once he be-
moaned Absalom. There Is Abraham
enthroned; but once ne went for Sarah.
There is Paul cNultant: but he once sat
with his feet N.
Payson radiant with immortal health:
out on earth he was always sick. No
toll, no tears, no partinrs. no strife.
no agonizing cough. no night No
storm TO rutiie the crystal sea. No
alarm to strike from the cathedral
towers No dirge throbbing from
seraphic harps. No tremor In the
everlasting song; but rest.-perfcct
rest--uncnding rest
Into that rest how many loved ones
nave gone! some put down the work
OF mid-life, feeling they could hardly
oe spared from the store or shop for "A
day' but are 10 bc spared from it for
ever. Some went In old age. One
came lettering on his stan, aud used
TO sit at the foot OF the pulpit. his
wrinlSled face radiant with the hght
that falls from the throne OF God. An
other having lived a life Of Christian
consistency here. ever busy with kind
nesscsS FOR children, her heart fun OF
that meek aud quiet spirit that is in
the sight OF God OF great price. sud-
denly her countenance was transfigur-
cd and the gate was OPEN
cd. and She took her place
amid that great clond Of
witnesses that hover about the throncl
Glorious consolation They are not
dead. You can not make me believe
they are dead. They have only moved
on. With more love than that with
which they greeted us on earth. they
watch us from their high place, and
their voices cheer ms in our struggle
for the Sky. Hail. spirits blessed now
that We have passed the Hood and won
the crown. With weary feet we press
mp the shining way. until Ina evcriast-
ing reunion we shall meet again. OH
won't u be grand when, our conflicts
done and our paintings over, we shall
clasp hands and cry out, "This is
IIcavcn?r
Ky the thrones OF your departed kim
dred, by their gentle hearts. and the
tenderness and love with which they
now call you from the skies. / beg Won
start on the high road TO Heaven.
In the everlasting rest we may all
meet
One OF the old writer's wished lac
could have been three things: Rome
in its prosperity; Paul preaching;
Christ in the body. / have three
wishes. First. To sec Christ in glory,
surrounded by His redeemed. Second.
To see Christ ia glory. surrounded bv
His redecmcf. Third. TO see Christ
in glory, surrounded by His redeemed.