The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1901-12-02

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And our hearts are often turdened by the mys.
tcrics OF our ua,s,
Which arc never all in shadow and arc never
wholly bright.
And our dim cycs ask beacon, and Our wcsry
'sc, guide,
and our hearts OF all lies mysteries seek the
meaning and the key:
And cross CLEANS o'cr Our pathway ON 1t
hangs The Coicifed
And lie answers all our ycarnins' by the
whisper. Follow Nc"
Lie IL burden: bear T.;
iifc Is duty; dare 1t:
Life is q tlorn.crown: weat il.
Though it breaks your heatt in twain;
Though The h.r.icn crush you down;
Close your 'ps and hide Your pain
First tho cross. and then thc crown.
The duet. "t'low Gently Devn." hy
Parry. was sung by Messrs. Wooler
and pillng and then came the address
by Mr.. Woodruff. a real treat in the
way of II thoughtful. beautifully word
cd speech replcto with ClcrcrlN ar
raycd figures and bctokeninS in its
constructor the litterateur. scholar
and polshed writer that MIR. Woodruff
Is.
MIR. WOODRr'FFS ADDRESS.
Mr.. Woodruf's subject was "Mem-
ory's Message" lie began by saying
that the memorial day and the recently
passed Thanksgiving day are nearer III
their sentiment than OH the calendar.
All our thanksgiving should not he TO-
cused on temporal matters. or on per
sonal and national prosperity alone. 10
thrill with JOY at the remembrance
Of past scenes. and of faces seen no
more ought to be Il source or the
greatest thankfulness. IN this spirit.
though We mourn our president we
are grateful for having known great
and insprational character. In iact all
our regrets. though perhaps unron-
scio,lsly are tempered with n certain
spirit of gratitude The speaker con-
tnued substantially as follows:
There ~, the silent hu, eloquent tomb. cf
Epv,h that testify as cloVie,,(v as tho mont.
ri.n's oi TO-DAY: the n'relhl oinion ci P"ri"i"'
800 years before Christ, ~ wei as the "cttNs'
burg. Grafton oi lincom. And before ListoiI vas
written. y poet oi auc,cr' fainn crSSta'i1hcd
zen, oi Thought tia, las only recently sr,ih(oi
in the light. How sweet it sounds TO lis noI
as We read i, translated into our own tongue
;h,.c lines from out the dust covered past nt
China:
Twin tccs whose b0uGhS together tWinc.
Two birds thai guard one nest.
Wei soon be far asuIdcr Torn
4; sunrise from the west.
Hearts, knit in rdhood> i>it"rcr
Long hound in li,men'S ties.
one goes to distant battlcti"id',
one. sits at home and sighs.
Lake carrier dove. though seas divide,
III seek my lonely mate:
But il aiar find grave.
>on'l mourn my hapl"s' fare.
10 us the futures all unknown;
IN memory seek relief.
come. touch the chords ,oH know well.
And lat them sootle our g!t'i.
And in these concluding lines W. notice liza
although hope Is almost gouc m'motr has t.""n
lis place, and there is resignation and peace.
TIE ANGEL or HOPE.
Before the strained aud anvions .alc OF a
mother who boned herself IN the abandonment
o! crcf over the roHci Of \ suffering child the
angel of Nopc appeared II was Il dream. tor the
mother had fallen asleep. exhausted with thr
vigil and with weeping sleep Lad put its
It,:ng touch on heT cyeliiS and was h'i'a TO
! the hurt mind. Md Hop" was radiant. 50
smiling. t,ai tho mother stretched out her arms
| and would have cla>pci tn" image 1" l"' bosom.
| But rs she did so Hope rcceltd. silent lviIcntv,
| as shade. And the face that had been a"
rAclnt tool; a>hcn lur. And :te eyes
! that were sparkling and bright grew l"Irv arI