The age-herald., 1900-12-23

Love took up the glass of Time and turn it in his glowing hands;
 Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands.
 Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; smote the chord of Self, that trembling passd in music out of sight Cheer, my beloved, cheer
 Golden moments of-joy forever flow from the fragile glass of time held in loves glow ing hands of warmth and faith. Broken
 may be the glass at thes sounding of any hour, but whilst it gleams in the red glow of life it shall give forth the treasure of joys against which floods or unrest may beat vainly, and the ice-rain of grief be powerless to reach and chill and kill. In joy the glass is swinging high and ever higher, wild and ever wilder, gleam- ing and flashing and quivering a great love- beam of the human heart, swung as yield ing incense before the altar of human faith
 and constancy and adoration, the most
 blessed of all of humanity's offerings to its
 faithful here upon the earth.
 Fair faith, with angel hands, is upift-
 ing, upholding and swinging the frail ves-
 sel of this worlds sweetest stores, and
 mankind looks and longs for the happiness
 builded in dreams asleep and prayers awake through the long waiting in the
 sanctuary of young hope grown old in hoping.
 So the moments run themselves in golden sands whilst we love and be glad that the legions of doubt and discord and unrest go sweeping unheeded by to join all the chill dren of earth who will not love, and who will not seek joy along the quiet ways where blow the blossoms of devotion and faithfulness, the unsearchable and unpur- chasable riches of hearts that are true. And so glide the glad moments into glad der hours Qla0deSt days and how swiftly we speed or whither bound, save that 1t be ours to reach some happy valley in the land of the leal. And for ev- cry one who is true there is a happy valley somewhere, sometime to be reached where the children of laughter and happiness meet and kiss each other, and wandering amongst flowers fair wonder all day long that love and life and the world are so superlatively beautiful.
 With many one amongst my beloved love loiters, swinging the glass of time in his hot hands and pouring out the precious gifts of affection undefiled and that may not pass; and the glow of the dawn em- paradises all in fairness, in sweetness, and in the royal splendor of youthful souls that shall never grow old as the years speed and are counted one by one until the string of
 beads be broken and the praises and the prayers all are said.
 IL IS nOL lOF SuCH as you to dSk NIldI
 shall be brought by tomorrow, for tomor-
 row may not come. It is today for ever to-
 day, with all hearts that are young and all that are true. Spirits of goodness and
 truth and love were not created to grow
 old, and cannot age through days of grief.
 In the warp of time in the loom of sor-
 row are wrinkles woven, but neither time
 nor sadness may shrink the heart that is
 faithful.
 Youth, golden youth of witchery, most
 beautiful and enticing of all the gifts of
 life, and splendid beyond all power of pur-
 chase, youth challenges men to adore her.
 lifting her faith as an empurpled noun
 tain proud dwelling-place of the bright figures of her visions, beside his poor lit-
 tie dust-heap of noble purposes burned in the furnace of vain and ambitious selfish
 ness. Her imagination makes playground of the world and peoples it with the loves she calls her own; and so she losses the glass of time in the glowing hand of joy and rejoices that she loves life and that life loves her. Youth is ever aware that whoso loves her not shall not be loved of any man or any woman. She knows that spite and envy and jealousy and falsehood aimed at her as hurtlesS fall as the SneerS of scoffer against truth; and youth knows spite is skilled in placing the signs of fading, and that the scoffer is silly knight in buckram. Youth does not need to be taught that there was never sheer, or bitter or ungenerous thought, or hard | speech of scoffing, which did not register I its sinister mark upon a human face. And the spirit of youth shall not pass | from any man or any woman who would retain the essence of youthfulness; who would bear through all the ways of lifea | the white flowers of youths white soul. | and be pure of heart and true of faith. knowing no hate and no bitterness and no 1 evil communication. but keeping ever