The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-12-04

erou3 sands and dangerou shores,
where seeming sirens tempt and fade;
streams that rise in unknown lands from
hidden springs, strange seas. with ebb
and flow of tides, reSiStleSS pillows urg-
ed by storms of flame profound and aw-
full depths hidden by miStS of dreams;
obscure and phantom realms where
vague and fearful things are half reveal
ed Jungles where passions tigers crouch;
and skies of cloud and blue, where fan
cies fly with painted wings that dazzle
and miSlead; that the poor sovereign of
this pictured world is led by old desires
and ancient hates, and pushed by hands
that long ago were dust until he feels
like some bewildered slave, that witch
cry has throned and crowned" Recog-
niZing this we strive by mutual converse
and help within and without our order,
as best we can, to fraternize mankind.
Once when walking in the national
cemetery, where grateful nation has
beauty and rest. l saw seated near
mound, a woman. About her children
that came Creeping like poems of regret
from the bosom Of the earth" Near her
stood a boy. tall and dark. AS L passed
them, | heard him say: Mother, what
was slavery? Then, as the autumn sun
seemed to sink into the western side CT
that hallowed field. that its rays might
illumine the ''windowless palace of rest"
OF its silent occupants. L realized as never
before the meaning of that word.
Our order. like many another, is but
the loom through the operation of which
lIlS IiSC6SSdTS Feelings ana sentiments are
worked into the warp and wool of truth
that preserves and perpetuateS that sacred
word for man. Believing that liberty is
safest with him who thinks first of his
friend before himself we strive to make
the happiness of others our joy We be-
1eVe that he is greatest who has the best
heart and no one has the right to be
happy at the cost of misery to another;
lhat ne VINO Is the support of the weak
and the helpless is the oak around which
tWlne the b1ttersWeet and ivy of life,
dow Of h
Will convert the leafless tree of life into
Verdant bower wherein the birds of Joy
ana love will sing their sweetest songs
as the light fades from the eye in the on
coming twilight of age.
we realize that all nature is but
series OF births and deaths, and that all
or otners may live again. The result Of
a kindly act or deed lives on forever: its
10Y Joy knows not the pangs of death: its
S Sea5Gh Is ever spring time and from it's
OUT the Old passing into the vale of
ddeath. We strive by helping hand or
Geed tl TO help each other to drive from
the throbbing brain the fear of death,
When Mr.. Mum concluded, the Peon1e's
church choir sang Barnby's Crossing the
Bar" and Rev. Samuel G. Smith said:
DIR. SMITHS ADDRESS.
we have. met together, drawn by the
IwO most important facts in all the
Wtorld-death and love. The conflict be-
OF the world. All that is best in this life
centers in the scene. Sometimes it seems
that death is victor. 1t is called the great
conqueror to which all men must at last
sucGgmb. The universal victory of the
world Is to love 1t is because death is
conquered by love that we have met to-
gether this afternoon. We place a gar
Iand upon the memory of the departed,
ana say: You are gone, but not forgot
ten The growth of the social spirit to-
Day is due to the fact that men and
women today. as never before, have
found out that about US and above us
mere relgns God of Love. The social
spirit is not confined to the lodge room
or the ordinary occurrences of life. There
is being born into the souls of men a
new realization of the spirit world. Those
VINO have gone from us are not dead. but
gone for a little time.
Arthur Berg gave a violin solo, teRo-
nance and then came the closing cere-
monies by the officers. The quintette
sang Stern's Eternal Rest" and he
service closed with the benediction pro-
nounced by Dr. Smith