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

sin and grief. Applied to her infinite beau ty and sweetness all superlatives are as si- lence in the halls of memorys castle of hearts.
 And this morning cometh the birthday of the little saint. You know her, my oe- loved, or you know some little one of whom she is the divine type. Such as she are all up and down the whole creation, in millions of homes, and make heaven tho heaven of our prayers and our dreams!
 
 And there is another who likewise today passes a shaft of flowers on her joy haunted way to womanhood; one who like her kindred little saint, is pure of heart and unspotted from the world; one whom to have the joy of knowing is to have the bliss of loving. Another stage or two in the beautiful way of her beautiful life, and she shall come to the worlds wider gar den with it's full-blossomed flowers, and it's sturdy trees and love-vines with clinging tendrils, it's swelling melodies and burst ing hymns of glad life; its rugged eXac- tions softened under velvety mantles of mystic mosses; its brave endeavors and it's blessed triumphs.
 Thitherward her feet are turned hasten ing, and maybe her heart is reaching al- most to the garden gate, where she shall love to finger and love to listen to the old est of human stories, the teachings of which she may not yet ever so slightly perceive.
 Oh, waiting long, oh, waiting late,
 
 Over the mountain, down by the sea, A sweet-faced girl is waiting for me.
 So many a song shall be sung of her until some glad afterwhile her Prince Charm ing shall come out of the great world, from somewhence, and he shall be the mo- blest of all if he be in any measure wor- thy of her. Full in worthiness there shall never be anyone; but the stars bespeak her joy. Her whole life shall be glad, sweet song. Happiness and honor and love shall be hers in fullest abundance, and she shall dwell a very princess amongst all the good and glad women of the world. Her every impulse and every purpose shall be for and in the name of human goodness and char ity and sweetness and light Sorrow and grief, twin daughters of woe, shall pass her by on the other side, whilst with her shall romp joy and laughter, twin sisters of purity and sweetness and life
 Amen, amen!
 Meanwhile, glad meanwhile of happy young maidenhood, she whose natal day might be celebrated in a song of the good that would girdle the earth with melody she of the sunshine heart and soul of song fares forward on girlhood's daffodil way to woman's great garden of goodness! And there walks not this earth a more royal young soul, a more transcendantly lovely maiden; and being as she is it were almost proclamation thus to praise her. She is a young girl, and that alone were enough to make her sacred beyond the touch of even reverence.
 And so this is to the tiny little saint and the beautiful young maiden. Seek and you shall find them. Such as they bright en the world and bless it; renew youth, strengthen manhood and rejoice age. They are the fulfillment of the prophecies and the promises. Study them, love them, adore; and they shall make you stronger and better and truer men and women, and ty and goodness and saintliness. They are worth all the sermons ever preached, out weigh all the human glories ever achieved. Then here is to the little saint and the maiden-God bless them!
 THE MURMURER.