The Black Hills union. [volume] (Rapid City, Pennington County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1889-1904, 1900-08-17

WEAKNESS out Of the limbs. and all the
smarting out of the eyes. II I'm it we
rise in the morning and it Is new
world. And If we. like David, serve
our generation. we will at life's close.
have most desirable and refreshing
sleep. In it will vanish our last fatigue
Of body, our last worriment of mind,
our last sorrow of soul. To the Chris
tian's body that was hot with raging
fevers, so that the attendants must by
sheer force keep on the blankets, it
will be the cool sleep.
Why will you keep US all so nervous
talking about that which Is only a
dormitory and pillowed slumber, can
opted by angels wings? Sleep!
Transporting sleep! And what a glori-
Gus awakening! You and 1 have some
times been thoroughly bewildered after
long and fatlguing journey; we have
stopped at a friends house for the
nigN and after hours of complete I'M
consciousness we have opened our eyes,
the high risen sun full in our faces, and
before we could fully collect our fac
ulties, have said: "Where am I;
whose house is this. and whose arc
these gardens?" and then it has
flashed upon us in glad reality.
And I should not wonder if, after we
have served our generation and by the
will Of God, have fallen on sleep, the
deep sleep, the restful sleep, we should
awaken in blissful bewilderment, and
for little while say: Where am I?
What palace is this? Why, this looks
like heaven! It is; it is. Why, there
is building grander than all the cas-
ties of the earth heaved into mountain
of splendor-that must be the palace of
Jesus. And look there, at those walks
lined with foliage more beautiful than
anything I ever saw before, and see
those who are walking down those
aisles of verdure. From what I have
heard of them, those two arm and arm
must be Moses and Joshua, him of
Mount Sinai and him of the hating
sun over Gideon. And those two walk
Ing arm in arm must be John and
Paul. the one gentle and the other
so mighty.
"But I must not look any longer at
those gardens Of beauty, but examine
this building in which I have just
awakened. I look out of the window
this way and that, and up and down,
and I find it is mansion of immense
size in which I am stopping. All it's
windows of agate and it's colonades Of
porphyry and alabaster. Why, I Won
der If this Is not the House Of many
Mansions of which used to read? It
Is; 1t Is. There must be many of my
kindred and friends in this mansion
Hank! Whose are those voices? Whose
are those bounding feet? I open the
door and see, and 10! they are coming
through all the corridors and up and
down all the stairs, our long-absent
kindred. Why, there is father, there is
mother, there are the children. All welt
again. All young again. All of US to-
gether again. And as we embrace each
other with the cry, Never more to part:
never more to part the arches, the
alcoves. the Railways, echo and re-
echo the words. Never more to part.
never more to part! Then our glorif1ed
friends say: Come out with us and see
heaven And. some of them skipping
ahead Of us. we start down the ivory
stairway. And we meet, coming up, one
of the kings of ancient Israel, some
what small Of stature, but having
countenance radiant with thousand
victories. And as all are making obeis-
ance to this great one of heaven, L cry
out. Who is he? and the answer comes:
This is the greatest of all kings; it
ts David, who. after he had served his
generation by the will Of God, fell
on Sleep"