Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1899-04-06

incense. The women carried spices to the
tomb Of Christ, and they dropped spices
all around about the tomb and from these
spices have grown all the flowers of Easter
morn The two white robsl angels that
hurled the stone away from the door of
the tomb hurled It with such violence
down the hill that it crushed in the door
of the worlds scpulcher and millions Of
dead shall come forth
However labyrinthine the mausoleum,
however costly the sarcophagus, however
architccturallv grand the metropolis, how
ever bcautifuly partcrred the family
grounds, we want them all broken up by
the Lord Of the resurrection The forms
that we laid away with our broken hearts
must rise a"ain. Father and mother, they
musU come out. Husband and wife they
must come out Brothers and sisters,
they must come out. Our darling chill
drcn, they must come out. The eyes that
with trembling fingers we closed must
open in the lustcr of resurrection morn.
Tho arms that -ye folded in death must
join ours in embrace of reunion. The be-
loved voice that was hushcd must be re-
tuned. The beloved form must come up
without its intir1nities, without its ia
ti:ucs. 1t must come up. Oh, how long
it seems for some Of you'll Waiting wait
ing for the resurrection How long how
long! l make for your broken hearts to-
day cool, soft handage of lilies. | com
fort 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 procession
passed on amid the sobbing of a nation.
There were 30 trunpctcrs stationed at the
door Of the cathedral with Instruments Of
music in hand waiting for the signal, and,
when the illustrious dead arrived at the
gates of st. Pauls cathedral, these 30
trumpetcrs gave one united blast, AID then
all was silent. Yet the trumpcts did not
wake the dead. He slept right on. But
I have to tell you, what 80 trumpeters
could not do for one man, one trumpeter
will do for all nations. The ages have
rolled on, and the clock Of the world S des-
tiny strikes 9, 10, II, 12, and time shall be
no longer.
Typical of the Resurrection.
Behold the archangel lowering! He
takes the trumpet, points it this way,
puts its lips to his lips and then blows ono
long, loud, terrific, thunderous, rcverber-
atiug and resurrectionary blast Look,
look They rise. The dead-the dead
some coming forth from the family vault,
some from the city cemetery, some from
the country graveyard Here "A spirit is
joined to its body, and there another spirit
is Joined TO another body, and millions OF
departed spirits are asserting the bodies,
and then reclothing themselves III form:
radiant for ascension.
The earth begins to burn-thc bonfire
of great victory All ready now for the
procession Of reconstructed humanity
Upward and away Christ leads, and all
the Christian dead follow, battalion after
battalion, nation after nation. Up, up
On, on Forward. We ranks of God Al
mighty Lit up your heads ye cvcrlaSt
ing gates and let the conquerors come in
Resurrection Resurrection
And so | twist all the fcstal flowers o.
the chapcls and cathedralS Of all Christen
dom into one great chain, and with thai
chain | bind the Easter morning of lSg.
with tho closing Easter of the world his
tory-rcsurrection May the God of peac,
that brought again from the dead our
Lord Jesus, that great Shepherd OF tn,
sheep, through the blood of the covenant
mako you perfecU in every good work t.
do his will.