Milford chronicle., 1904-04-01
Talma8e
O n
By Rev.
FrG n& De 60iff
Ta!T1 age. d. D.

~ Set the Keynote OF their lives to high
and noble themes. The text is Soio-
mons Song ii, y. THE time of the
singing of the birds is come"
do you know what makes the snow
banks disappear in the springtime?"
asked a man of poetic temperament.
Why, yes" | answered. 1T is due to
the heat Of the sun being so much
stronger now than it is in January. 1t
Is due to tie fact that, by close con-
tact, Maine and Massachusetts and
New York and Michigan are being
warmed at the suns fireside, even as
one side Of piece of bread is toasted
by being exposed to the kitchen stoves
neat While the other side of that piece
Of bread remains unscorched." "Oh.
no. answered my poetic friend. "The
snow disappears not on account of the |
suns rays. but because the flames |
glowing among the feathers of the
red breasted robins have melted them. I
Have you not noticed, as a rule. the /
snoWhakes never entirely disappear
until those harbingers of the summer
flowers have stamped them out of ex-
istence%
Beautiful thought that! Beautiful
to think that the winged forerunner Of
the spring, the chirping robin. should
be carrying around with him a bra
zier filed with burning Goals. as the
ancient kings used to do when they
Travelled and everywhere he alights
he changes the white snow bank of
winter into the white snow bank of
apple blossoms. But whether the snow
disappears on account Of the coming
OF the robins or the robins come as the {
messengers of spring merely because /
tile snow is disappearing, it IS not in y
our province 10 discuss. We want to Il
take for granted the one overwhelming 0
fact that spring is here. And as spring e
Is here and the time Of the singing of VI
the birds for New York and Michigan ll
ana Montana and Dakota has come. d
we want to tell why the birds sing and r'
why we. as Gods children. should also st
become his singing disciples. We III
would today take our text from the OF
book OF nature as well as from the 10
book Of Holy Writ 81
the summer IS coming in beauty arraved. u,
And bright bees are humming through ed
forest and glade; DC
iIiltOp ana mountain are merrily Tin
The voice Of the fountain and song of the 10
bird. on
Like the Song BIRD. st;
first like the song bird, God bids us W;
sing because he has given to us mu- an
'lcal throats with which to sing. As ay
he brown thrush or the redbird or the he
nightingale is able to lift his voice in lea
reble or fantasia or lullaby or cantato | cot
II serenade, God, by anatomical con- | qui
tructlon OF the throat, has made it to
osslDle Tor US to sound forth musical gre
oles III lis name. He has not discon- was
ected our windpipes from the great pEl
eHoWs OF the lungs. He has not had the
5 born with palsied tongue. or with live
ear ears. But as God has placed in brio
le IafynX Of every singing birds waI
lrOat thin membrane, so he has DAY
ie'cAed over the end of almost every past
lndn beings windpipe a fibrous. elias Con
tissue which will vibrate as we at | cOul
hpt TO sing or speak. We ought. one lisht
III all. to be grateful that God hass first
ven TO us anatomically a musical this
roat with which we can sing his Il b
alses. Thank God today for the pow 700
OF the speaking throat. We are all yesl
luy TO acknowledge our indebted hum
IS TO him for the blessings of the cOulC
e. II you are not, then, read that them
'nderful story written by the most thOui
nous of living English authors. The no 0
DIX opens with 4 description of my |
-ed war artist who is growing blind | ents,
he works at his last canvas I ing
N the dark cloud of total obscura- servi,
d Ialis upon him. His friends leave
one by one for the Egyptian war. In
sits in his room alone, an object of US he
y until at last, crazed by horror. he ties.
rus Tor the front and is there merci- about
y shot b. an Arabs bullet. Sight propo
yes with every glorious sunrise. that t
D every architecture of frost uDou there
dow pane, with every masterpiece harbO
autumn foliage, with every walk coal
country hill or through city street / bodies
are all ready to say: "Thank God Dover
two eyes! Thank God for the win. 30 in I
$ of the soulr' this d,
Power of the Human Voice. If def,
t oaly for visual but for auditor, stroyet
MS are we also thankful. Ii the lave
ding board of one of our eardrums portun
any way deadened we guard tn way
ear more carefully than we q nay h;
jewel boxes or our securities. his OPT
b we place in the safety vaults wait OF
ever let our well ear become over or one
d by stove or register. We never our OPT
railroad train let the draft blov birds.
it through opened windows. At which
least sign Of disturbance then open he
we rush to the specialist TO have have IL
ated and cared for by the best of nifty to
S. All, yes, we all appreciate the Like
ngs Of the ear. But how many nifcent
appreciate the blessings of the truly 81
How many Of us have in the theme.
banked God that we can sing his Mere pc
as the birds can change every duce
ranch into choir loft in the studies