The age-herald., 1900-02-11
THE MURMUR
 OF THE WORLD

It was writ of old that Eye do mistake the rustic cackle of your burg to be the murmur of of the worldr' It is right so. It is well enough for us ito call one to an- other across the years in the rustic cackle of our burgs Maybe it doesn't matter to God; but it does matter to us Maybe the Father of all of us does not have concern of our little personal spirit but we appeal to Him without regard to that We appeal to heaven. and To! heaven bends In benedic- tion Iris divine, it is wondrous, it is man. Hesitation of the love of GodI Ye know not perhaps the full meaning of the divine plan of the worlds redemption. If ye know not, then there is a joy for you that is given in its fullness to the world! You had better study the story, learn it, dwell upon it's wondrous beauty We come at last to the truth of beauty. f1eeting though that truth may be. Beauty of maidenly loveliness soon fades, leaving us to wonder that so fair a thing should pass so quickly. Yet we passes like an rridescent dream, and re- turns to us with the grey hairs and the wrinkles of the years! It matters not, per- haps. The most beautiful woman of all the world is one from whose cheeks has passed the bloom that foolish lovers rave over. She doesn't care. she Ihas nothing to ask. The shadowy fall of night, the tawny dusks, the dusky dawns of many perfect young days are hers. And so we fare for ward.
 And so comes to us across the spaces of the years the glad cry of the murmur of the world! It is the music, The laughter, the hope, the promise, the joy of the song of love, first heard in Eden and last heard yestereen when the gate did swing wide and shut when lovers were swinging there, listening not to the wild birds singing, but listening to human hearts wildly beating! It was divine, is divine! It is the story of human love that calls across all the years to all men and women. It is the story whispered in heaven, where the angels are, and where God loves to hear the story of human loves! It is told that when young lovers come together in the spirit of virtue and righteousness and faithfuness and fidelity to the good God upon this earth the angels chant in praise in the cathedral of the Infinite. It is a beautiful thought, that Gods engels take note of the joining of hearts upon this earth. It is of divine promise that thefn that dwell in heaven make the joy of lovers upon this eaatth. It is of immeasurable promise of unsur- passable glory that God takes note of the lovers, lingering upon the gate at even- time! He who marks the sparrow's fall, and, one choice spirit has written, the passing of even a poor possum-He takes loving note of them that swing lovingly up- on the gate.
 
 1t is said that an the world loves lover! That is true. God also loves a lover. Did you ever since your bcyhood or your girl hood reflect how splendid is the glory of the dream the whisper of which the angels hear? Had you ever paused to think of that vast hour at the gate, so vast, so fleet,ng, when she placed her d3mp.ed arms about you and spoke no word, but gave you silently the most divine promise of the world? Had you paused upon your way to the noontbme, the Junethme, \to dwell upon that glory of the first embrace, the first kiss, the first unsIpoken promise? Had you thought of how Ule stars glis- tered that evening? How spelTdidly 5lackly blue was that sky? liIoiw the crescent moon went its way westward in unsurpassable glory? Maybe you didn't see these things Maybe your arm was closely drawn about her whom ou loved there in the twilight! But you heard her whisper-you heard the whisper of the nght-yea! you