Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1903-08-06

SlSlS only D0CW1Xb me ana ONE
toward the righteous fulfllment of
the divine law set up for mankind's
regeneration, the wonderful plan of
physical and moral salvation that
makes for the spiritual exaltation;
the condition that promises the
brightest sunshine in the heart and
the sweetest song in the soul, the
noblest purpose and the highest en-
deavor, the most orderliness of life
and the most cleanliness Of spirit; the
thing which women have striven for
with the rosy sufusion Of modesty
and the noble misgiving of virtue,
and which men have died to win
with the reckless dash of a boy!
But to such of US as are without
the sheltered haven of the splendid
passions fruition, whose have
not cast anchor in the harbor of a
dream that began in the paradisia-
cal place of loves trysting when
hearts were strong and true, there is
yet given something that is our own
and is for ourselves whilst the days
come in sunbright glow and the
nights wane in the blackness that
must pass with the darkest hour.
Even the poorest of us in the treas
ures of the spirit have glorious
riches, and the things of our possess
sion are priceless beyond the purch-
s of gold or glory, ambition or
ceaseless striving.
It may be a friend, high Or hum
BILE, a friend of the leal, steadfast,
faithful, masking and uncomplain-
ing; one who sees not our sbortcom-
.ings and is resolutely blind to III
frailties, who remains unacquainted
with our weaknesses and marks not
our fa1tering, but who gives US the
right hand of unquestioning fellow
ship and deies the world to prove
ought against u.s. But that solitary
possession is glorious in any life.
It may be a woman, conscious Of
her own purity Of spirit and proud
in the courage of her sinlessness, be-
lieving and trusting and praying the
prayer the angels of heaven love to
hear from the hearts of angels upon
the earth, and standing in our de-
Tense and our praise as supremely
faithful as the little child Saint
Agnes chung to the cross in the long
ago ages of the faith. But that is
glory enough for any mortal life.
It may be aman, strong and brave
and true, and deaf to every plant of
SANDER and every accusation of
wickedness; one armored in the triple
strength of faith and as unresponing
in consent as the unreplying dead;
one who answers wrongful charges
with the lie that fidelity stands for,
ever ready to send back the charge
of SANDER to the loathsome den Of
human vituperation; n who filings
his glove of sincerity full and fair in
the face of besotted detraction and
dares it to accept the challenge,
dares and defies; one who proclaims
the real character of the lying, that
is never at rest as this poor earth's
pale history runs, to be a trouble of
gadfies in the CLEAN of the human
sun. The gift OF such a mans friend
ship were worth a life to live!
We may not bring back the touch
of a vanished hand, may not hear
again the sound of a voice that is
still, save only in the heavenly priv
nege of memory.
the stately ships go on
To the haven under the hill;
But o for the touch Of q vanished hand
And the sound of a voice that is still
Break. break, break,
At the foot of thy crags, o Seat
But the tender grace Of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me-"
Not SO in the splendid sweep of
memory.
Memory touches hands with hope
and they girdle all the world of our
vision with songs of the soul that fill
all the measures and spaces Of our
imaginings. Our faith clasps the
hand that is vanished, our hope, dear
offspring of our memory, hears the
melody of the voice thab is still!
The tender grace uf days that are
dead comes back to us in superlative
sweetness, and it furnishes forth the
beacon that leads US ON to the haven
under the hill, Our prayer that the