The record-union., 1898-11-27
[For the Record Union.l
Two Angels.

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And bear thee out to joys wondersomei
No longer then will thy great heart be
dumb.
Depressed by earth's sad sea that hath
DER rolled thee,
But thou shalt dwell with beauty and
OF suffered sorrows shall as joy uphold
thee!
AS white stars dwell. blessed by the
So shalt thou dwell, thy life poets
measure.
will shall sever
The nerve that links thee now to earth's
cursed heart,
Freed from her tolls shall thou then be
forever,
Nor know again her noisy, soul damned
mart
Her, rankest poisons shall not cause
thee smart,
Nor shall her evils crush thy life's en-
deaVor
Non shall her. will be as stayless lever
Fulcromedain hell, to move thee from thy
art.
AS thou hast chosen. so shalt song be
And thy hot brow be laved by winds of
heaven
Thou knowest now the devils of earth's
The Satan children that from sin had
Thou feelest now the lash that knows no
Sparing-
Thou nearest the damned ones make
reckless mirth,
Thine eyes see not on all the teeming
earth, 49,
One pleasant spot made open to thy shar-
Thou seest repressive hands laid on all
worth,
And deadly evils nursed with tender car
ing.
All this then, thou hast seen, for thy
great spirit
Hath had earth's cross and forced been
to bear it.
But bear still more-for yet little lon
Strive as thou canst against the league
Soon will come and satisfy thy hunger
With that fruit. peace, thou cravest
Defeated now, thy soul that day shall
win
Humbly no more. crave mercy from a
The gates shall open and thou shalt
enter in;
For thy long suffering, wiser yet. and
Bear yet awhile, not long I'll keep thee
My chariot wheels know not the art
"Ah, kindly death! Thy word is sweetly
given:
And could 1 rest contented with that
much
Earth were not quite SO cruel, nor dear
So far away, but my despair is such
E'en these sweet words are but weakly
crutch
The little while thou asketh Misery's
touch
Hath nis,Ie, jailed my willard there is no re-
I cannot wait! Come now, or if thour't
Of NV ho md h< Ill fo4 Ella
ing!
'Why need ed I wait? Deaths path is plain
My soul hath wings, and freed t'would
speed away
AS swiftly, aye, far swifter than the
That fiieth home into his nest of clay.
Why need I wait and suffer deaths
While in earth's mire my soul is forced to
wallow?
Why suffer still the sickness of decay,
And shame my eyes with glories weak
Why not be bold and do what death
would do:
Open the gates and speed the pilgrim
through?'
What matters it If man instead of nature
Doth make the end of life and free the
AS gods are all part men, so every
creature
His scroll of being; his small private
scroll.
The student grows at last to be a teacher;
Though ignorant at first he learns the
whole
His .~ache~ knows. in every form and
feature
Till he likewise may wisdom's verse ex-
Why may not man, a student of the sod.
Become, through teacher misery, his
-ELWYN IRVING HOFFMAN.
While questioning, my spirit poised for
My soul exulting in the promised rest
And thought of glorious days that know
AAnother angel spoke unto me: 'Blest
Indeed are they whose long tasks
ended: rest
Between the dark and the coming of the
L light.
Fer struggling through the better to the
best,
That each may gain, but only through
Of bravest living out of life's long day,
Nor yet with moan. but sweetly,
II gave thee life as some most precious
It's possibilities held close within,
AS in bulb, whose forces cen must lift
1t I'D and out of earths dull mire and
Till Sunlight falls from every cloudless
Upon the perfect flower, whose per-
fumed hymn
Makes the garden glad Would not earth
have missed
Even this flower. if it had never been?
We water life with tears-for life is sad
For getting not to smile-for life is
glad"
And this did the angel speak: ''Thy
Thou say'st is thine alone. Nay think
not sol
IT'S but portion of the glorious whole
Entrusted to thy care. Thou may'st not
know
The wisest way, ,upon it to extol.
In Illuminating letters. row on row,
The outlined pattern hidden in thy soul.
Yet labor lest thy part unfinished go!
Surely thou wouldst not mar the gods
BY failing utterly in thy small part?
But thou art weary, and kind death
Death pledges more than cen He can
bestow
Alone. He may not sign thy sours re-
I gave thee life and thou must even go
Through. suffering until I bid it cease.
Life's lesson, then, dost thou so lily
Only lifes finished tasks, in death earn
peace
So live thou out the day-declining
Till the somber and the radiant angels
Hand in hand. and whisper. Now tbs
MAY ETHELYN BOURNE.
In short time practically all the
surface railways in New York City
will be operated on the underground
trolley system.
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