The Newtown bee., 1901-08-09

In which each man may read the tender love Of Divine Creator, fashioning With lavish hand goodly spot for man To pass his pilgrimage. Not here the end; No, not inanimate the world he gave Mankind, but peopled with the dAnizens Of wood and field to furnish man his food And do hls pleasure. This the world in which We live.
 But did dream of life: and this Is not the life of man. Sublime indeed The glorfes mute creation shows in wood And mead, on mountain top or sunny slope Or in the pleasant vale, glories that man With finite mind, despite his boasted power, Can never solve, but only love and strive To find the conquering purpose of it all; Yet grander far than this the birth of brute Creation where walks the lion proud Or flies the tender dove. where skulks the
 wolf
 In hunger's pangs or frisks the gentle lamb, The symbol of all things innocent, though And noble these, to man alone is given Divinest power to will what he should do Fen though that will should feebly cross his
 Gods. 'Tis then the life of man of which I dreamed
 Enigma of the world, swift f1eeting life !! What is it's meaning? Why are you and I And thousands of thousands like us placed This mortal sphere to cross our little span. Reeede again from view and go we know Not whither? Why our birth, and life and
 death?
 Emblazoned high above me as gazed In wonder and amazement were these words : Be merry, eat and drink; tomorrow must
 we die." Was this the problem solved? Has man with
 eyes
 Fast closed repeated this for years and failed To see that it explained it all? Hooked U pon the world, beheld the scene as ne'er Before; mon young and old in all degrees Of strength and weakness strove in wild de-
 spair 10 vie with one another for the sweets Of life, fair maids and women shriveled up With care intent upon the fast gay round of pleasure, all in search of something new To fill the longing never satisfied. To-day is like the yesterday, the same Dull round, tomorrow Is to give the hopes Fulfilled, the present wish come true, and joy )nce more returned; illusion vain, only Foo true the morrow like to-day but with The aching void moro surely there. Not here Is solved the problem. Many though there
 are
 Who try it thus, their lives and they them-
 selves. IT but they stopped to say, would tell in words Too plain, ''We have not found the answer" And they have not; and these the only words Their hearts can speak--"It is not all of life rolive or all of death to die"
 Then what is life? If this vain search fo tov Widespread OCT all the land. 'monRst biyh
 and low The bane of him who has his untold wealth. The cross Of those deprived of this worlds
 goods. Yet seeking to obtain place they may Not reach if this come to naught, nay worse. To pain, unhappiness, and death, then must Ne seek elsewhere the meaning of our life. looked back on the world to see perchance 'ome other longing lurking in the heart )f man, besides this galling love of self This evil child of nature promising The height of joy and bringing but the depth )f:woe. And there beneath the outward man in the anxious strife of life let present much or little in them all -here glows spark of love, quiet at first sut at the appointed time it bursts afiame Ind carries on to veal or woe the one n whom it burns. I looked again to see this were not the fountain from which
 flowed The stream of life. I saw men youne and
 strong Tiled by this ruling passion, sacrifice wealth, friends. and all to please that only
 one; md proud, light-hearted girls bv it's great
 power unclaimed and giving willing service to he one they loved. What testimony more feed we than this to prove that Life is love. nd love is life" !
 Bound by its magic charm l ne lover stands Loves captive; careless he | I time or place If but that one is near life of bliss he lives when at his side he sits; a life of longing hope for her eturn when she is gone. The world looks on nd gives assent. She was young once and
 now
 egrudses not the love her sons may know uil well the world enjoyed those hours when
 she
 erself was young, and if q happy pair trough later years has kept the bonds of
 love
 furnished and bright and deep and calm the
 stream
 lows on where then twas fitful, narrow.
 swift,
 hey form lovely picture that the world 20 seldom sees The power of lifelong love, here not for days but through the years 1t
 lives
 nd grows in strength, still finds tender