The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1902-06-24

glad voices, and when we arise there is a
new song on our lips, new light in our
eyes, new Joy in our hearts. new ideals
lead US higher and yet higher, and we
know that our friends though dead are yet
alive.
by fniry hands their knell is rung,
By forms unseen their dirge is sung,
There honor comes. a pilgrim gray,
To Bile S the turf that wraps their clay.
And comrade shall awhile repair
To dwell with loving memory there.
Not all the stars are in the sky. They
weary earth-road to Immortality.
These were yet young when the voice of
the unseen called to them; mos of them
their shoulders, but how bravely they
they looked. how they laughed as they
took up their load-alas, how soon they
laid it down; but they lave he'll reward,
as all good soldiers have, no matter how
long nor how short their term of service.
DUTY we'll done is duty still; no man can
measure duty in the scales of tine; time
is without end, and we're Thai the measure
of mans whole duty, reward were never
won.
But though they have their reward their
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duty. These blossoms turn either to fruit
or blasted float away idle and wasted into
oblivion. Thus our thoughts and lives;
they must become of value to those who
are with us or who are to come after US,
or be dissipatea into nothingness. Know
ye Of human suffering; visit ye where
hearts are aching-there lies your path
there duty beckons, and there reward is
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its night and its day, but truth shines at
all times, and love is its handmaiden, and
duty sweetened with love becomes MOI a
burden, but a blessing and a joy. The
glory of the day would seem dull indeed,
but for the beauty of the night following
to make it more real. So life would not
be worth the living were it all Joy; sorrow
and burden and care are as necessary to
the perfection of life as are the happiness
of living and the joys of friendship.
As nations nave their work to hew out
of the wilderness homes for the people, so
individuals have their labor that their
fellows may be made happy, thatcare may
be banished, that sorrows tears may be
wiped away, that love may come in and
reign supreme.
Our brothers who sleep here knew of
sorrow; they had borne in their bosoms
aching hearts; they had toiled up sleeps
and over lonely roads and through the
quagmires of despair-but to them hope
ever lit the lamp of joy, and they toiled
not as those without the prospect of re.
ward.
Do you know. my friends, that love
.lightens all burdens, smoothes all paths,
levels all mountains-that of all human
virtues or divine, love is the greatest. If
ye have not love in your hearts we are be-
come as sounding brass and as tinkling
cymbal, 1t was this quality that led these
our brothers into our brotherhood-the
desire to be helpful, to carry some others
burden, 10 battle some weary head. to
wipe away the tear from some eye. They
would not have you weep because they
are resting here; their work is not vet
done. They lie here beneath the flowers
to point you to yet brighter paths, to
light for your hayward feet new lamps, to
guide your thought yet more and more to-
ward those who remain with you yet.
In sorrow by thy bier we stand,
Amid the awe that bushes all,
And speak the anguish of a band
That shook afflicted at thy fall.
And yet we know that in this hour ef
sacred eulogy of our dead, were they here
they would not nave us weep, but rather re-
joice that they have entered into rest from
earthly labor. and with souls freed from
the letters that encompassed them they are
leading US to peace everlasting.
Your silent tents of green
We deck with fragrant flowers;
Yours has the suffering b. zen,
The memory shall be ours.
With these ashes before US, my brethren,
shall not we. too, lift our souls to visions
of nobler lives; shall we not walk with
these through elysian fields some time,
shall we not heed the lessons of the hour
and the day; shall we not go hence from
this place glorifed by the example set be-
fore us by these our brethren of life's
duties we'll and faithfully done, so that we
like they may. when life's work is ended,
wrap our cloaks around US and lie down to
pleasant dreams. We are all consoled by
the thought that our dead are safe; their
Immortality is certain and their fame
among us secure. Let us so heed the
lessons of their life that when the last
hour is come to us all, when we answer
the call of the Grand Chancellor of the
universe, we shall step proudly to our
places, each in his proper station, and say
with the poet of old, The Lord is my
shepherd, l shall not want"
What tho my morn Of life is gone
And monday too is past:
What tho my sun is going down
And shadows long are cast.
The skies are bright with brilliant hues,
H1gh-colored in the west
And angels seem to becken me
10 come and be at rest"
The widow and the orphan yet remain;
have we heard and hearkened TO their cry?
Do we bear to them our gifts, our afec-
ton and our support? For these things
are we brethren. Our words fall far short
of duty if we do not bear them out in
deeds. Speech becomes us not if we for
get the higher things that make the earth
ly comfort of those dependent on our
brethren during their stay among US.
Our great duty yet remains with us, that
we emulate the virtues of those whom we
eulogize. If the lessons of their lives are
to count for the value of their efforts, we
must not be recreant to their guidance.
These grassy mounds become lead and
these aspiring marbles cold indeed if they
do not leave their impress upon our hearts;
and they who sleep here become voiceless
if we close our ears to the lessons their
pathetic dust would teach.