Brookings weekly register. (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1898-1903, 1899-04-06

riage ceremony like wedding-bell. or
folded like chaplet on the pulseless
heart of the dead. Oh, Christ! let the
perfume of thy name be waited all
around the earth-lily and rose, lily
and rose-until the wilderness crimson
into a garden, and the round earth
turn into one great bud OF immortal
beauty laid against the warm heart OF
God. Snatch down from the worlds
banners eagle and lion, and put on lily
and rose, lily and rose.
But, my friends, flowers have no
grander use than when on Easter
morning We celebrate the re-animatlon
OF Christ from the catacombs. The
flowers spell resurrection. There Is
not nook or corner in all the build
Ing but Is touched with the incense
The women carried spices to The tomb
of Christ, and they dropped spices all
around the tomb, and from these spices
have grown all the flowers of Easter
morn. The two white-robed angels
that hurled the stone away from the
door of the tomb, hurled 1t with such
violence down the hill that it crashed
in the door OF the worlds sepulchre'
and millions of dead shall come forth.
However labyrlnthine the mauso-
leum, however costly the sarcophagus,
however architecturally grand the ne
cropolis. however beautifully parterred
the family grounds, we want them all
broken up by the Lord of the Resur-
rection. The forms that We laid away
with our broken hearts must rise
again. Father and mother-they must
come out. Husband and wife-they
must come out. Brothers and sisters
they must come out. Our darling chill
dren-they must come out. The eyes
that with trembling fingers we closed,
must open in the luster of Resurrection
morn. The arms that We folded In
death must join ours in embrace OF re-
union. The beloved voice that was
hushed must be retuned. The beloved
form must come up without its in
iirmities, without its fatigues-it must
come up. Oh, how long 1t seems for
some of you, Waiting-waiting for
the Resurrection! How long! how
long! | make for your broken hearts
today cool, soft bandage of lilies. l
comfort you this day with the thought
of resurrection.
When Lord Nelson was buried in St.
Paul's Cathedral in London, the heart
OF all England was stirred. The pro-
cession passed on amid the sobbing OF
a nation. There were thirty trumpet
ers stationed at the door Of the Cathe-
dral, with instruments of music in
hand, waiting for the signal, and
when the illustrious dead arrived at
the gates of st. Paul's Cathedral, these
thirty trumpeters gave one united
blast, and then all was silent. Yet the
trumpets did not wake the dead He
slept right on. But have to tell you,
what thirty trumpeters could not do
for one man, one trumpeter will do for
all nations. The ages have rolled on,
and the clock of the worlds destiny
strikes nine, ten, eleven, twelve. and
time shall be no longer! Behold the
archangel lowering! He takes the
trumpet, points II this way, puts its
lips to his lips, and then blows one
long, loud, terrific, thunderous. re-
verberating and resurrecticnary blast!
Look, look! They rise! The dead
the dead some coming forth from the
family vault; some from the city cem-
etery; some from the country grave
yard. Here a spirit is joined to its
body, and there another spirit is Joined
to another body, and millions of de-
parted spirits are asserting the bodies,
and then re-clothing themselves in
forms radiant for ascension.
The earth begins to burn-the bon
fire OF great victory. All ready now
for the procession of reconstructed hu-
manity! Upward and away! Christ
leads and all the Christian dead fol-
low, battalion after battalion, nation
after nation. Up. up! On, on! For
ward. ye ranks Of God Almighty! Lift
up your heads, ye everlasting gates
and let the conQuerors come in! Res
direction! Resurrection.
And so I twist all the festal flowers
Of the chapels and cathedrals Of all
Christendom into one great chain,
and with that chain / bind the Easter
morning Of 1899 with the closing Eas-
ter OF the worlds history-Resurrec-
ton! May the God OF peace that
brought again from the dead our Lord
Jesus, that great Shepherd Of the
sheep, through the blood OF the coy-
enant, make you perfect In every good
work to do his will.