Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1901-04-15

1890 tAS0S 0ANA NA~SN
mountains, and that's how l got this
elasticity. | never was so Well" oh,
my friends, your departed loved mes
are only away for their health in a bet
ter climate, and when you meet them
they will be so changed you will hardly
know them, they will be so very much
changed, and after awhile, when you
are assured that they are your friends,
your departed friends, you will say:
why, where is hat cough? Where is
hat paralysis? Where is that pneu-
mOnia? Where is that consumption
And he will say: "Oh, l am entirely
we'll! There are no sick mes in this
country. l have been ranging these
hills and hence this elasticity. l have
been here now 20 years, and not one
sick one have L seen. We are all well
in this climate"
Join the Chorus.
And then l stand at the gate of the
celestial city to see the professions
come out, and l see a long procession
of little children with their arms full
of flowers, and then | see a procession
of kings and priests moving in celes-
tial pageantry-a long procession, but
no black tasseled vehicle, no mourning
group-and L say: "How strange it is!
Where is your Greenwood? Where is
your Laurel Hill? Where is your West
minister abbey?' And they shall cry,
There are no graves here" And then
listen for the tolling of the old belfries
of heaven, the DID belfries of eternity.
[ listen to hear them toll for the dead,
but they toll not for the dead. They
only strike up a silvery chime, tower to
tower, east gate to west gate, as they
ring out, "They shall hunger nc more,
neither thirst any more, neither shall
the sun light on them nor any heat, for
the Lamb which is in the midst of the
throne shall lead them to living foun-
tains of water, and God shall wipe
away all tears from their eyes"
Oh, ungloye your hand and give it to
me in cOngratulatiOn on that scene! 1
feel as if l could shout. l will shout.
Dear Lord, forgive me that L ever com
planned about anything. If all this is
before us, who cares for anything but
God and heaven and eternal brother
hood? Take the Grape off the dOOrbell.
Your loved one are only away for
their health in a land ambrosial. Come,
Lowell Mason. Come, Isaac Watts.
Give US your best hymn about joy ce-
What is the use of postponing our
heaven any longer? Let it begin now,
and whatsoever hath a harp let her
thrum it, and whatsoever hath a trum-
pet let him~blow it, and whatsoever hath
an organ let him give us a full diapa-
son. They crowd down the air, spirits
blessed, moving in cavalcade of tri-
umph. Their chariot wheels whirl in
the Sabbath sunlight. They come.
Halt, armies of God! Halt until we are
ready to join the battalion Of pleasures
that never die.
oh, my friends, it would take a SER
mon as long as eternity to tell the joys
that are coming to us. l just set open
the sunshiny door. Come in, all We
disciples of the world who have found
the sunshiny door. Come in, all We
disciples of the dance, and see the
bounding feet of this heavenly glad
ness. Come in, We disciples of worldly
amusement, and see the stage where
kings are the actors and burning words
The footlights and thrones the spectac-
llar. Arise, We dead in sin, for this is
the morning of resurrection. The joys
Of heaven submerge our soul. l pull
)ut the trumpet stop. In thy presence
there is a fullness of joy; at thy right
there are pleasures fOrevermore.
Blest are the saints beloved of God;
Washed are their robes in Jesus blood.
Brighter than angels, 10. they shine,
Their gIories splendid and sublime!
My soul anticipates the day,
Would stretch her wing and soar away;
To aid the song, the palm to bear,
And bow, the chief of sinners, there.
Oh, the sunshine, the glorious sun
shine, the everlasting sunshine!
copyright, 1901, by Louis Klopsch, n. "