The Kalispell bee. [volume] (Kalispell, Mont.) 1900-192?, 1903-05-15
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My life is like summer rose,
That opens. to the morning sky,
But ere NE shades of evening close,
81, scattered ON the ground to die;
Yet on the roses humble bed
The sweetest dews Of night are shed,
AS if she wept the shade to see,
But none shall weep tear for me!
My life is like the autumn leaf,
That trembles in the moons pale
rays;
It's hold is frail-its date is brief
Restless-and soon to fade away!
Yet ere that leaf shall fall and fade,
The parent tree will mourn its shade,
The winds bewail the leafless tree,
But none shall breathe a sigh for me!
My life is like the prints which feet
Have left on Tampa's desert
strand
Soon as the rising tide shall beat,
His track will vanish from the
sand
Yet, as if grieving to efface
All vestige of the human race,
On that lone shore loud means the
sea,
But none shall ere lament for me-
Richard Henry Wilde.
The secrets of our destiny are hid
den within the folds of coming years
and we are thus permitted to indulge
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thing of which we are ignorant is
pleasant and beautiful. The sorrows
and woes of life being concealed, we
are wont to people the future with
existences as bright and fair as the
hopes within our breasts. This look
ing forward to pleasant things we
call joyous anticipations. When we
consider the wonderful power Of the
mind, the wise adaptation Of all
things in nature to our own wants
and our necessities we are convinced
that our Creator designed us for hap
piness
When the spirit of pleasure has
lost its power to charm when the
mind is stated with the enjoyment Of
pleasant memories; wearied by the
multiplied cares Of the present, we
turn to the future and in the will
beauty. Of our own anticipations we
find a pleasing pastime, never fail
ing source of enjoyment.
Hope paints upon the dark clouds
of the future picture tinged with
the light of our brightest imagin-
ings, and as child gazing at the
stars, holds sweet converse with
them, SO we, gazing at the fair pic
ture of fancy, live in the atmosphere
of another world, and SO complete is
the charmed existence that we forget
for time 'life's sorrows and We are
happy We are often prone to think
it would be we'll for us if we We're to
know what awaits us in life and are
apt to question benevolence of an
arrangement by which we are ex-
cluded from knowledge of coming
events, but nature or fate displays
remarkable wisdom for could the
mystic veil of the future be lifted
happiness would be obscured by
gloom and sorrow. Thus a knowledge
of coming events, far from increas
ing our joys would only crowd into
one moment all the woes of life
time and overwhelmed by so many
troubles we would sit down in dis
pair, and so happily for us fate has
decreed that the future shall be as
sealed book to the eyes of man
But none of us is denied the guide tC
happiness, the bright spirit of hope
and who of us do not regard the FIJI
ture as the great storehouse of hap
piness?
We all look forward to time. not
far distant when everything shall
float smoothly along and happiness
pure and lasting shall be ours.
The youth looks forward to man
hood as the acme of all his hopes
If you ask the professional man VIII!
he applies himself with such un
wearied energy to the aruous dutie:
of his calling, his reply will be, 8
expect to attain noble distinction
in my profession and am determined
to strive nobly till my anticipation
are realized"
Go ask the honest farmer why h
labors all day long and he will tel
you that he anticipates a time whe1
he and his family shall enjoy tn,
fruits of his labor and be happy. Sc
the student bending over the volume
of classic lore long after the We
small hours have passed. Hope i
breathing around him her enchante
atmosphere and urging him on b.
the anticipation of all that man hold
dear-visions of wealth, honor. fame
love and happiness. But of wha
avail will all our anticpations be
they do not reach beyond the grave