The age-herald., 1901-01-13
THE MURMUR OF THE WORLD.

For time is like fashionable host, That slightly shakes his parting guest by
 the hand,
 And with his arms outstretched as he would Grasps in the new conner: Welcome ever
 smiles
 And farewell goes out signing. o, let not
 virtue seek
 Remuneration for the thing it was; For beauty, wit,
 High birth. vigor of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are all subjects To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world
 kin
 gawds,
 Though they are made and moulded of
 things past
 And give to dust, that is a little gilt, More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.'
 Welcome ever smiles, and farewell goes out signing, my beloved. In the name of the Father it is spoken for you that glad welcomes shall come to you through all your years, which shall be changeful in nought but from one joy to a higher joy and that your farewells shall be few and their signing but tribute to tender hours that slumberi
 The word and the spirit of welcome are writ larger than any other thing, emotion. sentiment, inspiration, desire, faith that life may know in it's round of the grey old globe pendent in all space and that space charged with the spirit that inspired the promise, There shall be no more sea!
 And I saw a new heaven and new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away; and there was no more sea-
 It is cried to you, beloved, that there may be no more sea between you, no divisions, no sloughs of despondency no walls of hate, nor bitterness, nor scandal, no stalking shapes of wrong but that there may be unity of purpose in the pursuit of purer ideals, loves, hopes, and brave endeavor. Unkind and ungenerous words and acts, hints, suggestions, implications. tell-tale tongues and all manner of false witnessing, these are the seas which lie between all who walk apart and cherish bitterness in the world; and these, it is promised, shall pass.
 The promise is true, and it's fulfillment
 
 upon this new day sent out of abundant Goodness to bless and save, to rescue and redeem from all unhappiness all those who will but turn to the one star blazing for ever in the zenith of all time, conceivable and inconceivable, the regnant star of faith hope, charity, truth as truth to man ard mans Maker,
 pain niaa in the passing of your seas, truth is for ever beating at the door of every human soul seeking to make its way in and light the altar of human faith builded in a moth- CTS prayer, the long longing of mothers pious and nameess joys ere time struck the first hour in the new life! Hearken to the beating at the door: there shall be no more seal
 Whther soever you go, to the foot of the altar in the place of praying, or of marry ing, to your daily round of toll or idleness to the place of the glad dance or merriment unrestrained to the couch of pain or cham Der of the banquet, or adown the rose strewn walk lovers make beautiful with vows and adoration, there breaks in upon your senses the ceaseless and ever vibrant beating of the truth which gives the inviola- ble promise that if you will but accept its teaching there shall be in your lives no more seasi
 Our sorrows and the things which sepa- rate us one from another are the seas roll ing between human souls, my beloved, and these are in many moment of thought 1essness digged with the poor little wooden spades of self, frail utensils of spite and rancor envy and jealousy, and the bitter ness that lies upon the tongue of nasty speech.
 Calling to you from the far fair fields of Patmos, across the vast plain of nineteen centuries of faith, is the blessed promise, There shall be no more sea!
 Welcome ever smiles, and it knts soul to soul in all the walks and relations of life. One smile of welcome has wrought more good for mankind than every imperious frown that has mantled the brow of em- peror and every one that ever died with a smrk upon the coward face of petty tyr amy.
 en, and it trembles upon the threshold of the poorest cot benediction; it thunders from the dome of the vastest cathedral, and is whispered at the wayside shrine where bends the beggar; 1t was heard upon the mountain of the Transiguration, and is murmured over the heads of the lowliest