Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1898-07-07

nSnNS SaIANu>Su, YOU att<N> ut, YOUR
eyes half put out, Your III trs worn
'"i'h 'he needle that in THIS world YOU
G,'N r>S>, Is, ovn; We discouraged
'nv>, H.,r .i.,,e ,y.n W. -'nC hand
N~@aaa t-"s 10. uy>"u, We 10 ~uu,n
the n.rht Hr;ngs little rest and the
night more Grudgery-oh, ye of the
weary hand, anu the weary side, and
the weary foot, hear me talk about
rest.
Look AT that company of enthroned
ones. Ii can not be that those bright
ones ever TOLEDO Yes! yes These
PACKED the Chinese tea boxes, and
through missionary instruction es-
capped into glory. These sweltered on
southern plantations, and one night,
after the cotton. picking, went up as
white as if they had never been black.
Those dead of overtoil in the Lowell
carpet factories, and these in the Man
chester mills: those helped build the
Pyramids, aud these broke away from
work on the day Christ was bounded
ont OF Jerusalem. No more towers TO
build; Heaven is done, No more gar
ments to weave; the robes are finished.
No more harvests to raise; the garners
are fu,l. On, sons and daughters of
toll, arise We and depart, for that is
your rest.
Scovitl McCallum, a boy Of my sun
day school, while dying, said TO his
mother: Don't cry, but sing Sing
There is rest for the weary,
There is rest for the weary.
Then, putting his wasted hand over
his heart, he said: There is rest for
me
But there are some Of YOU who want
to hear about the land where they
never have any heart breaks and no
graves are dug, Where are Your ia
thcr and mother? The most of YOU are
orphans. look around, and where
see one man who has parents living |
see ten who are orphans. Where are
your children? Where | see one fam
lily circle that is uubroken | see three
or four that have been desolated One
.amb gone out of this fold; one flower
ptucked from that garland; one golden
link broken from that chain;
here bright light put out, and
there another, and wonder auoth-
er. With such griefs, how are
YOU TO rest? WIZ there ever be
power that can attune that silent
voice, or kindie the luster 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 10 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 dust2 No! no. no! The tomb is
only place where we wrap our robes
about us for 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
glimpse of the towers glinted with the
sun that never sets.
Oh, We whose locks are wet with the
dews of the night of grief; We 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-
noaned Absala,n There il Abraham
enthroued: but once h. won, far sarah
There is Paul axuIt,n,, I'm, iva ,n.. "a,
with his f4et in ma stnai,. Thor. i
pavson ra liant with i,n,no.,ol haal,h.
but an aar,h II. ,yos al,y.,,,s.si,l, NJ
toll no tears ~. nar,;n.,s NJ, .,r;f. ma
ayoniztnr .aurj, m MINI \, s,,ru,
To- rutfie the crvstaI sea M alarm 10
strike from Tho cathedral ,o,... W
dirr. throbbinp from scramble harms
M tremor in the .v,rIastin,, s,,,,. INT
rest--nerfact re.t--nnan,lin7,
Into tina, r,s, how many I,v.d ones
hay, comets ma. mn. dn,,n IN, ,y,,Ix =,
mid liz fa.lin., ,b.,. ..,,ld h,rdI,, ha
shared from the store nr .b,, f,r =
dav b,t ar,..ta y. .,,r.t rr,.n :, s,r.
oyer So,n. ,ya,t 80 IA ~.
came tott.rlno ON ms :tatY and us ii
to sit a. me foot of ,ha noGni,
ms wrf,.sI.l f,.a rai,,n, ,,,,h
the ioat tbat f,4s ran III,
throne 9f GoI Ano,har hav,ng IjveJ
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