The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1904-06-15

had gone by the noon hour and were look i
ing over the hills toward life's west. but |
all, whether young OF old. had given each |
the best he had to such of LIES duties as
We're pressed upon him. And thus we
have before US their example of toll cheer
fully undertaken, burdens worthi!y borne, |
and defeats overcome.
Show me the way that leads TO the true life |
donot care what tempests may assail me.
shall be given courage for the strife:
know my strength will not desert or fail |
me;
know that shall conquer in the fray
Show NE the way.
Each spring has its beaut, and its |
charms, but the marching autumns bring
withered grasses, faded flowers and dead
leaves II have lived we'll Yesterday, let
tomorrow do its worst. said the poet; 81
have done what | could for my fellowmen
and my memories thereof are more preci
Gus than gold. said the statesman. So
who have loved goodness, all who have
revered charity aud practiced benevolence
surely find reward and recompense, Not
| many precious things in our lives utterly
| perish memory intertwines them among
our thoughts, and they become imperish-
| able monuments to those who come after
| hearts Of men vet unborn But some
times the melody that trembles on the
air after the singer is done sinks away into
silence; the lingering light on the clouds
after the day has gone atlass dies out and
| darkness comes But God and mans
| spirit never forget The blue sky is still
| above US, the waters and sweet flowers of
| earth beneath. and our precious lnherl-
| tance fails Us not because we lie down in
| death.
But our rewards are not all here; the
h eathen of bygone ages knew that life
brought its contests for the soul, but they
also expected from it the jewels that make
up the prize. But it was sad mistake
the inspiring thought is that God gamers
in his memory every loving deed, cher
ishes every helpful act, and in due season
bestows the reward.
Think you, my friends, that Moses. and
Dante, and Lincoln are silent though
dead? Are they not every one much more
alive todiy than when they walked the
earth as we do now2 There is not code
of laws in existence that does not bring
to our ears the voice of Moses on Sinia; not
poem is read that does not show US
Dante's stately figure; not torch of liberty
blazes beneath the sky that does not illum
DSAOAS
Lincoln. No man can be wholly forgot
ten. The miserable beggar that greets
you in the, street with obsequious
fawning is still the curly haired, soft-eyed
idol of some mother heart; when Garri-
baldi entered Florence, when Lafayette
sEreturned to New York, when Grant came
home after conquering the world by the
manliness of his character, men forgot
want and hunger and sorrow to pay them
honor. So also he who has given but a
cup of cold water may go down to his
grave. his face transformed by the sweet
light that is Charity's charm. Friend
ship, like our assurance of immortal life,
paints pictures On the heart in colors that
are fadeless and imperishable.
Through vistas clad with purple toll,
We view the honied hours once more;
And clasp the hand of comrades fond
And greet each heart at memory'S door.
Think you, brethren, that the million of
men, north AM south, who gave their
lives in our civil war are silent because
their battle-torn bodies sleep, perchance,
in some sunny southern field or beneath
the shade of southern pines? Counting
not the material results of that war, men
of America are still richer for that strug
gle; we of both the north and the south,
nave enlarged our patriotism and our love
OF country; our sympataies are quickened,
our valor more valiant, our appreciation
) of the value of human life more keen.
I'm all our hopes, in all our Dreams
Love is forever nigh,
blossom in our path it seems.
A sunshine in our sky
Brothers, slowly and in sorrow we
brought them here, and sadly we laid each
!, in his narrow bed. Here, among the
scenes.they each in life knew and loved,
they sleep we'll. They have left us their
names to Stir our memories SO l3ng as we
: shall live. But, though their mortal frames
! mingle with the dust of earth beneath oul
! feet, their spirits have entered into ou,
4 hearts and fill with benediction of love
every secret chamber there.
= Where is thy spirit flown:
gaze above-thy look is imaged there
listen-and thy gentle tone
, Is on the air."
AS to that other life to which our foot
: steps hasten, we do not fully know wha
! it is, but this we do know, that whateve
> it is, there our brothers are fully estab
> lished: there all earthly weaknesses hav
: been cast aside; there they look at tn
), eternal dawn, because there shall be n
= !, night there. neither crying nor sorrow.
: And ever near us, though unseen.
e The dear immortal spirits tread:
- , For all the boundless universe
X Is llfe--there are no dead.'