Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1903-07-02

Rests and expatiates in a life to
come.
1t is a poor heart that never re-
joices, my beloved.
The glory of the dawn, the splen-
dor of the sunset, the bright day and
the calm night, these surely bear
upon their viewless wings some
sweet moment for everyone willing
to receive.
And surely there is JOY for all who
seek and all who merely open their
hearts that joy may come in and
abide a little while.
Love in the wider and calmer
sense, not the fierce and unreasoning
turbulence that makes men and
maidens mad, but that which joins
spirit to spirit in the noble bonds Of
interdependence, of comradeship,
and which creates tenderness at
every step Of life's pathway, making
easier every task given our hands to
do and brighter every hour of sun
light, sweeter every hour Of dark
ness-that is the power that wakes
all men and women by it's trumpet
call to lIfe's duties and life's de-
light!
The heart never a transport knows
that never feels a pain.
To all the children Of earth who
have loves some measure Of grief
must come. IF it were not so, the
very absence of heartaches would
bring to US the burdens of unrest and
of sorrow.
The most splendid day of the
Junetime would be but as gloomy
weather if we had three hundred
and sixty and five like days in the
year as it passed. Rain must fall
into every life to sweeten it, to fit it
for the seedtime of love and the har-
vest OF devotion. He is ignorant OF
Joyous attachment who has never
drunk of the bitter in loneliness. The
woman's heart that has never been
broken in the wild grief Of some
black hour can never be q paradise
of love shat bIesses, glorifies, makes
holy!
If we will it so, to every u Of lie
ONE comfort, until there come the
divine bliss of that selfish love which
lifts to u 'ssole earth's heaven
and then breaks the heart in divine
despair. Even parting is 'such
sweet sorrow" that We might go on
saying goodbye through every NOR
row of faithful life. Yet there be
true and loving souls who will never
say farewell, never speak goodbye,
lest it break the chain Of the sweet
charm that binds them to those who
are departing. Goodbye to these
spells a form of Punishment, anC
banishment-death.
"But .banished' to kill me?-'ban
ished'? O friar, the damned use tina
word in hell"
upon ever uULIdu UEOW Is SOU C1s
mark OF pain; into the empire of SUI
fering must stray at some time every
Individual upon this earth. Some
stay but a little while, others longer
and behind others st;. tie gates ar
closed with a crash that is the cracl
of doom. For such as these Their
shall be sleepless nights, and days {
unrest; fears, forebodings, and all til
black heresies and accursed hobgot
Inns of fevered minds, grown wear
with pain and forbidden to slumbe
even a little while, and crying vair
lv that the things that do murde
neace might be forgot. Such as tines
shout their appeals for surcease
main: but the appeals break upon TT
intangible air and are whistled dow
the wind, dying away like the SIG
of a breeze on the reeds OF a feve
laden marsh. That is physical agon,
not comparable to varying forms
mental suffering. But to every for.
of main shall come in the fullness
time all-heal. There shall be phi
Observation-Disclosures!
Some measure of joy is for ever
one who is not without wortnlne
and hope, m~y,belOved.
Above and beyond the reach
earthly vision, where Faith falte
weary in it's flight, Hope plies q
1;roloas wings to heaven.