The Farmville herald. [volume] (Farmville, Va.) 1890-1934, 1904-09-23
FARMvILLE, VA, FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER %, 1904

pressed In stone. as painting s
thought expressed in cOlors, or as mu
sic is thought expressed I'm sound.
Let us lolter for n little while in the
poets corner" Of Westminster abbey
As we listen the sweet bards Of IL
English language seem to lift thelI
heads from their pillows Of dust and
begin to sing, and we find mans splr.
itual beauty In the analogies Of poetry
as well as In painting and music and
sculpture and architecture For as
painting Is rhythm I'm color and music
Is rhythm In sound and sculpture and
architecture are rhythm in stone, so
poetry is rhythm in words Aye. poetry
Is more than mere rhythm. An Eng.
lish writer once well said, Poetry IN
the flower garden Of human language
Is the blossom and the fragrance OF
all human knowledge, human thoughts,
human passions and emotions" II ls
mans most transcendent hopes and no
blest ambitions, with the highest peak
Of the Mount Of Ascension for a foot.
stool, or IL Is mans wall Of eternal
despair when, as the results Of his
sins, he Is heading toward n Dantes
"InfernO" or he Is compelled 10 Join
in the means Of "A Millions Paradise
Lost"
But though poetry is rhythm I'm
words, yet words themselves, as In
dlyiduals, are not poetry. Many years
ago I'm the old village Of Ayr, nigh un-
to the banks Of the Bonnie Doom"
heard an old Scotchman recite John
Anderson, My 10, John" and other |
poems Of the great lyric poet until the
tears rained down his cheeks, and |
thought those poems were the sweet
est words ever composed by mnn. But |
the words Burns used I'm his poems
and William Shakespeare used In his
poems, and LOngfellow used In his
poems, and Whittier and Holmes and
Lowell and Bayard Taylor used in
their poems, were for the most part
only the simple words we use In ev-
eryday life by our own fresides. The
beauty Of these poets words are en-
tirely due to their juxtaposition with
their surrounding words. The words
which express our thoughts, our pas
sions our emotions, may not be benu-
tiful in themselves, but II they are
brought into rhythm with Gods words
they not only become poetry, but they
become beautiful, for then our thoughts
as words are in symmetry with Gods
thoughts.
There Is a thine to die" which is
beautiful. Death, If IL comes I'm Gods
way, Is beautiful, for then n dying
saint knows death Is not humiliation.
but coronation. irradiation and eternal
triumph. Like old Senator FoOte.
when dying he can look at the rnptur-
GUS glorles ahead and cry: "Beauti-
full Beautiful Beautifulp But was
the death Of Nero beautiful Was the
death OF Cleopatra beautiful Was
the death Of Thomas Paine beautiful
one moment In prayer, the next mo
ment disappearing God, until his rela-
tions, I'm horror, placed their fingers
In their ears and ran from his bowling
agonies?
Are you and l ready 10 become part
Of Gods beautiful creationi Are we
ready TO become beautiful I'm ourselves
by becoming beautiful in himl Even
the lowest and yilcst, saved by his
grace and redeemed by his blood, can
become a true part Of ChrIst's beauti
ful life. Many years ago when the
yellow fever plague was rigging In
Memphis, Tenn, a rough looking man
applied to the city relief committee
md said, IL wish TO nurse" II was '
It a time when most people who could '
we're fleeing from the stricken and des 1
plated homes. The death carts seemed Z
10 be going everywhere. At first the
physician declined the rough mans I
services, but as he could get no one I
Use 10 do the work this man wns sent +
% one Of the most filthy and danger
,us wards Of the city. Wherever he n
vent he was n messenger Of love. He {
would not tell his name; he said sim 1
Ny, ."Call me John" Time passed on, a
md after awhile John, whose name s
vas now famous through the city, [
ickened and died. While his body was o
icing prepared for an unmarked grave. n
upon his arm was found q
iyid mark, which proved that John u
vas an ex-cOnyict. John had been 2
me Of the most dangerous criminals n
Il all the south. Once he was a muir
Ierer, but now, through the blood Of r.
esus, he became n ministering angel n
)nce he was horrible I'm his depraved RI
Now he was made beau a
iful by bringing his life in sym :,
netrical touch with Jesus life. n
My friends. will you not let Christ T
II you with his spiritual beautyi VIII I
ou not only In the future be spirltu- h
lily beautiful, but beautiful now I'm =,
our present life7 VIII you not be d
ONE transformed as was John, the >,
nurse laboring for his Mas :,
Pr I'm plague stricken Memphisi ;,
The Hand Of Time.
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