The age-herald., 1901-05-05
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virtue, and worthy to build monument
 of roses upon the bed of one come at last to claim of the earth hallowed space,
 wherein to rest through the eternal years of God. Sweeter words could not be spoken of any woman, or of any man.
 Life is very beautiful when life is young.
 Possibly life is more beautiful when life Is old
 Then, life, steal away gently; say not
 goodnight, but in some brighter cline bid
 me good morning! That sentiment Is the
 real lesson of life. Say not goodnight,
 but in the sunlight after the darkness
 is done, greet me with good cheer. So
 when the shadows fall we await the
 dawn. The night must pass, the day
 must break at last. An, voices of the
 night! They give back answering echoes
 from the blank, black wall of blackness,
 and we do but hear our own cries. But
 when the dawn comes 1t brings another
 answer. It is to the heart-wrung why
 of the unrestful darkness. "Even as
 little child she sought to do good! No
 nobler tribute could be offered to any wo-
 man who has passed from the earth 1t
 were greater than monument as high
 as St. Pauls, as noble as Westminster, as
 sublime as St. Peters. It is the begin-
 mining and the fulf1llment of all that
 is noble in womanhood; 1t is the bond
 that binds the woman of this earth to the
 angels; it is the spirit of the eternal
 veritiesi |
 Have you seen the little girl growing.
 as the bud upon the rose-tree? Have
 you watched the bursting bud slowly un- fold upon the circumambient air, giving forth the tenderest, sweetest and most heart-moving incense known to this life? Have you seen the half unfolded flower. with It's pink and white and It's incom- parable light and sweetness? Have you seen the full unfolded flower of precious life, so entrancingly, so bewilderingly at tractive to make the senses to reel and the world to roll beneath your feet-to paint the sky make fiowery the heids' green the forests, glorious the sunlight, and divine the moons soft radiance-to unlock the turf that flowers might laugh. burst the bonds of the brook and send its waters laughing through dells where birds sung and love laughed ana Joy triumphed, and all was beauty-when the heart did beat with throbs that gave birth to violets and daffodils and prim-
 roses and made the stars to shine with more splendid glory. and love to iaush from the topmost peak of Olympus, ap- pealing to and winning the applause ol dii the gods that call one to another from
 star to star, have you seen and heard and
 known these things. my beloved? Then
 know you something of the unnameable.
 unspeakable grief of him who bows In
 humiliation above the bed of clay where
 in rests the woman of his soul'
 But above all sorrows, griefs, pains, anxieties and fears of this life there bends
 the rainbow of promise that shines
 with undimmed glory. We have got but to look aloft. When the ships boy upon the giddy mast feels his brain reeling.
 he looks aloft-looks upward to the sky, bright or leaden, and danger departs. So if we look above ourselves, we see the rainbow, placed there for every soul not unwilling to appeal to the Most High Look aloft! Is the cry to the ships boy. Look aloft! is the call of God to all men !. and women in the world. Look aloft THE MURMUHBR-