Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1902-06-07

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] think it is not wonder, as the years
come and 80. and we fare on toW ard the
sunset Of the lf, that now is, the heart
in us should feel a touch of dismay now
and then when we try to imagine our
selves cut of the body but still the same
man or woman away from the world we
live IN, Yet still in home which will be
homehke and welcome. and of day
when the seasons will be no more what
they have been or the sun and the stars,
the streets on which we walk or the
homes in which We dwell.
time when we can clasp hands with
friends no more in the good, familiar
fashion or bid them good morning and
good evening. Sit no more at the table
and join in the cheerful talk. go to our
work in the morning, and when the day ;
stint Is done go home, take some book
we love best TO read. turn the familiar
pages with an ever new delight. and then
so to sleep through the shadowy. silent
hours, TO awake again in the morning and
find that God has made all things new.
This is indeed also true. that when YOU
bring the truth home TO the teaching
which has gone dead against il. time out
OIL ullila. II Is 10 utlu ludl tue llItA VI Il SUI
preme power and purpose in the pulpit,
men like Beecher and Bellows. and Bish.
op Brookes, to speak only OF the great
dead we have known. were the most
abundantly gifted with this love and 10y
atty 10 our n q.
Nor is this touch of trouble met and
mastered by the thought that there may
be-wil bc-must be infinite blessing to
our passing into the infinite, losing our
own personal identity and becoming one
with that life. as the rain drops become
one with the ocean, or as the mist float
ing in the rainbow above Niagara is
swept down to become one again with
the water floods below.
No one thing in this universe can be
of deeper moment TO a whole ana
sound man that his own proper personal
| life. You may talk to him from now 10
doomsday about being lost in the infinite;
| he will still cling to himself rs the true
| factor, and say with a very noble | know:
| II should prefer he'll TO annihilation.
| The angels are well enough, but he
would not be an angel. Angels have had
! no mothers to Groom over them, by what
| he can make ont. or fathers to romr
with them and play games. They never
fell in love when their time came, won
dering over their rare fortune, or made
homes where the children chung about
! their knees, or fought strong battles FOL
the truth and the right There must be
another life to round this out and clotht
| it with perfection.
And so / love to believe in-what shall
| | esd it?--the solidarity of life here anC
/ hereafter. That am to be myself what
ever befalls The myself | long to be, re
leased from the body by death. and Il
bear with me all that is best worth Coo
saving in my life down here. And thai
not a flower has bloomcd, or a wei
sprung up for my blessing, or 5ir'
sung, or a dear friend clasped hands
! with mine. or tears fallen, or laughtc'
rippled out of pure JOY to bc forgotten
! ! would be myself and myself-this sou
which has stored mp the essence of al
! that shall be of an immortal worth since
| / lay babe in the cradle SO far away il
| time and space.
Jerome Garden going over into Eng
! land more than 300 years ago, says: "Th,
/ English seem TO have no fear OF death
! hut with kisses and salutations parent
/ and children part The dying say tha
| they depart into the immortal life, tina
| there they shall await those they leave
| behind them. while each eXhortS the 9th
or to hold him in memory. 80 chcerfuih
! and without finching they meet death.
So should we; SO would ! with th'
faith in my heart of my dear old friend
| Charles Ames, who sang: