Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1903-09-24
AS WE GO ALONG.
The Philosophy of Duty and the
Consolation of Faith.

The Philosophy of Duty and the
Consolation of Faith.
"Quiet thy heart, since others are
loving;
/. Still thy soul, for the sky is vast;
Rest thy limbs from the stale earth
rowing,
Plow in the furrow thy lot is
cast;
So, when in the spring all the earth
is moving
A flower may fall to thy feet at
last"
No man can hold a fire in his
hand by thinking son the frosty
Caucasus" There is no wise man,
none that accepts the DEGREES of
heaven, who may not find some
! measure Of peace in the shadow Of
the darkest sorrow. There may come
to him the sorrow that may be
named only at the foot of the
Cross; but at the Cross there is some
measure of peace, unless he deny
that God is God. This is not TO be a
sermon, nor is it to be mere sermon
izfng, my beloved, but an appeal to
reason by one who has suffered and
is unafraid. All that may come o
shall come must now hurtless fall.
The divine lesson of Faith is accept
ed; and whosoever accept not that
lesson he is and must remain sore
i wounded in the valley of sorrows. II
meters not the cause.
!, For many a long year some of us
have appealed to the unanswering
past, have called through the shad-
W to the unresponsive dead, and
have wept that there was no respon-
sive cry. We love and appeal to
worthless lost ones. The answer that
might come is known not. That be-
longs to that land whose glorious
radiance is not for us until we shall
have passed the place of the shadows.
Nor shall the voices come, O. the
music, nor shall we see. They who
walk in the way of Truth shall one
day know it all. That is the splen-
did promise to them that love and
are strong and faithful and God-lov-
ing. It is not the fear of God-it is
the love Of God that brings US with
in sight of that glorious tigill Of the
eternal promise. That Shalt nut Ia.7.
Let us take it to our heats as u
blessed benediction.
Low falls human sorrow, low falls
pain, low falls the unspeakable long
ingl There is writing, there is a
mean, and 10! hearts do break and
bleed at the altar Of a love that shall
not be forgot, that shall not pass till
the earth itself rolls beneath and a
soul beats against the gate tor admis-
sion to thesupernal land where dwell
the saints.
There never was in this world hu-
man sympathy that did not find its
birth In human grief! There never
was in this world any soul that could
bend above the couch of pain and
dron a tear there which itself had not
suffered. If griefess ease says to you
that it bows in your sorrow, say to
grfefie.s ease that it lies. It cannot
be that they who have not suffered
pain or sorrow can comprehend the
agony of them who have so suffered.
The suffering, the hope, the glory
of motherhood is mystery to the wo-
man who has not passed that way.
The JOY of fatherhood is mystery to
the man who has not clasped to his
heart his OWN child. The nameless
terror that bows the man who has
fallen liz terrible agony means almost
nothing to the man who has not
drunk of the cup to it's dregs. Only
the men commissioned of God to
cheer their fellow-mortals can meas
ure such suffering.
But above all sorrows, griefs,
pains, anxieties and fears of this life
there bends the rainbow Of a prom
Use that shines with undimmed
glory. We have got but to look
aloft. When the ships boy upon
the giddy mast feels his brain reel.
ing, he looks aioft-looks upward tc
4bA s11v. BRIGHT or ieaden, and danger
departs. SO if we look above our-
selves, we see the rainbow, placed
there for every soul not unwilling t.