The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1903-12-03
Ministers Column.
Edited by REV. RoUsH.

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This is the gathering time of the year,
And the Merry Singers Of harvest home,
And the signs of plenty and right good cheer,
Ere the days that are dark and dreary come,
These are the days of a tranquil air,
This is the time of an answered prayer.
Meadows and orchards and rich wheat fields,
Are wealthy with fruitage of all the year,
And the world seems lifting it's thankful hands,
For the needed blessings that aye are here,
The year is glad when it gains it's prime,
And hearts are merry at harvest time.
Whoever is thankful let him come
With willing hands and 4 loyal heart,
And help in another harvest home,
Where the Master calls him to do his part:
For he points to the ripened fields again
For the harvest He wants, are the Souls ofmen.
Mary birmingham.
Thanksgiving season is here
again. We eat our fill on Thanks
giving Day, and feel that we have
it to eat, and go our way, hardly
thinking of the Giver of our every
good gift, or of the reason for the
day. Consequently our narrow
selfish lives. The spirit of
thankfulness adds an indiscrib-
able calm to, characters, gives a
person a robust piety and a stall
Wart principle. 1t is fortunate
one day is set aside each year to
cultivate the spirit of praise. Of.
course if we count all our divine
benefits it would take more than
twenty-four hours. One hymn
poet says ETERNITY is too Short
to utter all of Gods praise,
To be sure, a man can not al.
ways be singing psalms, any
more than on his knees praying.
Yet just as the spirit of prayer
should permeate our lives, so life
should be a perpetual praise, the
melody should ever be in the
heart. And just as life is lived
in this spirit, all things appear
in a new beauty, the heart thrills
with a new life as it we're. The
face is no longer extended out
like Pilgrims Progress, and the
routine tasks of daily drudgery,
before irksome, and discourage
ing, come to be performed in a
celestial rhythm.
The Christian life is joyous.
Unlike the life of sin which offers
its best now and nothing after
while, the Christian religion is
hopeful. It's present rich gifts
are but faint prophecies Of the
better things to come. The way
to obtain these blessings is
through thankfulness and praise.
Now and then an APOSTLE like
Felix Adler tries to show God. is
indifferent alike to prayer and
praise. But God long ago pro-
vided to meet such peny objec-
tons by declaring, "whoso offere-
tn praise, gloritiet'l Me; and to
him that orderth his conversa-
ton Alright, will I show the sal
walton Of God"
Let us one and all feel thank
full. Not only glad but thankful.
The miser is glad, the
debauchee is glad, the gam bier is
glad, but not greatful, not thank
full, The thankful are always
glad, but the glad + not always
thankful. More than that, thank
the Giver personally and not by
proxy. Thank Him as father
and mother and grandparents
used to in DAYS gone bye.
"Go sit beside the hearth again, .
Whose circle once was glad and gay,
And if from out the precious chain
Some shining linis have dropped away,
Thank God with tender heart and hand
For the remnant OF thy household band.
Draw near the board with plenty spread,
And if in the accustomed place,
You see the fathers reverend head,
Or mothers patient, loving face,
Whatever your life may have of i'll, w.
Thank God that these are left you still.
And though where home has been you stand,
Today with alien 1onliness;
Though YOU may clasp no brothers hand,
Nor claim a sisters tender kiss;
Through with no friend or loved one nigh,
The past is all your company;
Thank God for friends that you have known,
For every dear departed day;
The Blessed Past is safe alone
God gives but does not take away;
He only safely keeps above
For us the treasurers that we love-, s.
-Thebe Carey.
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