The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-05-25
NEW CITY OF THE DEAD.

CONCLUDED FROM FIRST PAGEo
ways done The man who is prepared and
trained to grapple for mastery OF the great
solving Of these problems. Whether here
in the city of God. it doesn't matter Since
used to go with you to yonder green plot
since 1 used to stand with you and your
loved ones over the open grave, / have
been called upon to pass through like ex-
periences. and while have had tears. more
than all / have had the heartbeat of tri-
umph. When my own mother was getting
ready to take her journey this way I said,
How does it look to your and she said.
My boy, it is beautiful beyond descrip-
ton
but to know the beauty and fellowship
of that triumph We shall have to endure
and pass through this that we speak of as
the hour of death. The question for you
to consider and for me to think upon. not
only this afternoon, but at all times, Is
whether or not ! am getting big enough to
take into my life and generous enough to
give out of my heart the things that / re-
ceived of God and of those who are made
in His image. Let me entreat you. let me
plead with you to think on these things
after this manner. BY the authority Of
Him who has said, the heavens and earth
shall pass away. but my word shall not
pass away'-by HIS ,, authority | speak to
sometimes think of as dead are to be alive
forever more, and We are to be with them
And that is not all. 1t. is not simply life
hindrances left out. Not simply to live,
but to be in life like Him who is the life
Not simply to overcome, but to know how
to make use of the fruits Of our triumphs
through that one who hath conquered ALL
BY and by. when the mounds are made and
we have turned away to leave the silent
who gave them to us--when the altar can
dies are the stars of His own making that
beam from the skies that He has stretched
we will think about them not as being here
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there"
The speaker in closing said he thought
it fitting to close with the poem given the
world by the sweet singer of Cambridge
He recited these eloquent lines from Long
fellow entitled Gods Acre.
I like that ancient Saxon phrase which calls
The burial ground Gods Acre! 1t is just.
Ana breathes benson Ger the sleeping dust
Gods Acre, Yes that hat o he ssa name imparts
The seed that they had g ga in their hearts,
m Ss sh l We 10 be their
In the sure faith that we shall rise again
the great haryess when her the he blast
Then shall the good stand In immortal bloom
Ia the fair gardens of that second birth:
And each bright blossom mingle its perfume
With that Of flowers. which never bloomed on
earth.
With thy rude plowshare. Death. turn UP the
And spread the burrows for the seed we SOW
This Is the field and Acre OF our God
This is the place where human harvests grow
Green gate of paradise! let in the sun
Unclose thy portals that may behold
Those fields elysan. where bright rivers run.
And waving harvests bend like seas OF gold.
The president of the association followed
Mr.. Bickfcrd in brief remarks In which
he officially dedicated the grounds to their
future use. closing with these words: And
now, on behalf of the board OF trustees,
I here set apart and dedicate Maplewood
Cemetery to be forever a burial place for
the dead. May 1t be but portal 10 the
glorious region beyond, where each shah
enter 20 enjoy an endless day OF pure hap
piness-an eternity with the Lamb of God. :"
After the address of Mr.. Bickford the
quartet sang God is Spirit and the
America" The Rev. Mr.. Raymond. OF
the Congregational Church pronounced
the nenedicuon. =. A. Z.