Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1898-08-05


30 hear about the land where they
never have any heartbreaks and no
graves are dug. Where are your IA
ther and mother? The most of you are
orphans / look around, and where |
see one man who has parents living /
sea ten who are orphans. Where ara
your children Where | see one fam
lily circle that is unbrolSen see three
or four that have been desolated, One
lamb gone out of this fold; one flower
plucked from that garland; one golden
link broken from that chain;
here bright light put out, and
there another, and wonder anoth-
er' With such griefs, how are
you to rest? win there ever be
power that can attune that silent
voice, or kindle the lustcr of that closed
eye, or put spring and dance into that
little foot? When we bank up the
dust over the dead, is the sod never
to be broken? Is the cemetery to hear
no sound but the tire of the hearse
wheel, or the tap of the bell at the
gate, as the long professions come in
with their awful burdens OF grief? Is
the bottom of the grave gravel, and the
top dust? No! mol mol The tomb is
only plai where we wrap our robes
about us for n pleasant nap on our
way home. The swellings of Jordan
will only wash off the dust of the way,
From the top of the grave we catch u
glimpse of the towers glintcd with the
sun that never sets.
Oh, We whose locks are wet with the
dews of the night of grief; yc whose
hearts are heavy, because those we'll
known footsteps sound no more at the
doorway, yonder is your rest. There
is David triumphant, but once he be-
moaned Absalom. There is Abraham
enthroned; but once he wept for Sarah.
There is Paul exultant; but he once sat
with his feet in the stocks. There is
Payson radiant with immortal health;
but on earth he was always sick. No
toll, no tears, or partings, no strife, no
agonizing cough, no night No storm
to rutfie the crystal sea. No alarm to
strike from the cathedral tower. No
dirge throbbing from seraphic harps.
No tremor in the everlasting song; but
rest-pcrfect rest-unending rest.
Into that rest how many loved ones
have gone!Some put down the work OF
mid-life, feeling they could hardly be
spared from the store or shop for u
day, but are to be spared from it for
ever. Some went in old age. One
came tottering on his staff, and used
to sit at the foot of the pulpit,
his wrintled face radiant with
the light that falls from the
throne of God. Another having lived a
life of Christian consistency here, ever
busy with kindnesscs for her children,
her heart full of that meek and kind
spirit that is in the sight of God OF
great price, suddenly her countcnance
was TRANSPORTED and the gate was
opened, and she took her place amid
that great cloud of witnesses that
hover about the throne.
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 us in our strug
gle for the sky. Hail, spirits blessed
now that yc have passed the food aa1
won the crown. With weary feet we
pass up the shining way, until in ever
lasting reunion we shall meet again.
Oh! won't it be- grand when, our con-
flicts done and our paintings over, W,
shall clasp hands, and cry out: "Thi!
is Heaven"
by the thrones of your departed kim
drcd, by their gentle hearts, and the
tenderness and love with which they
now call you from the skies, beg yor
start on the highroad to Heaven. Ii
the everlasting rest may we all meet
One of the old writer's wished ht
could have seen three things: Rome il
its prosperity; Paul preaching; Chris
in the body. have three wishes
First-To see Christ in glory, sur
rounded by His redeemed. Second
To see Christ in glory, surrounded b.
His redeemed. Third-To see Christ i
glory, surrounded by His redeemed
When on my new ledgel wings rise,
To tread those shores beyond tn, skies,
I'll run throu gh every golden street,
: And ask each blisitul s)ul meet
Where is the Col wh)5l praise 80 sng'
o. lead M, strIng1r 10 your King.