Weekly Arizona journal-miner., 1905-05-10

Out from the station swept the train On time. swept on past wood and lea; The engineer. with cheeks afiame, Prayed, "Oh, Lord, hold the train at Then flung the throttle wide. and like Some giant monster of the plain. With panting sides and mighty strides Past hill and valley swept the train. A half. minute. two. are gained; Along those furnished lines of steel. His glances leap. each nerve is strained, And still he prays with fervent zeal. Heart. hand and brain, with one ac-
 cord.
 Work while his prayer ascends to heav-
 en.
 "Just hold the train eight minutes,
 Lord,
 And I'll make up the other seven." With rush and roar through meadow lands,
 Past cottage homes and green hill
 sides,
 The painting thing obeys his hands. And speeds along with giant strides. They say an accident delayed The train a little while; but He Who listened while His children prayed In answer held the train at B..
 With one hand he clutched the lever, and with the other he grasped the throne of God. The prayer of faith sorrow, bring some sunshine into the world. We may plant tree or flower in the desert waste of some life. The kind word. the cordial hand clasp, the cheery smile. are easy to bestOw. The gentle act. the brave deed. may warm some soul to light and life. Reach forth helping hand.
 Out wonder moves great ocean liner. The white foam is flying in snowy mas ses from her bow: the black smoke is pouring from her tunnels like shadows from the wings of night. her decks are thronged. and her mighty bulk is type of majestic power, irresistible force. Surely all is safe and secure there. But harkl What is that long wild cry? Man overheard. The boats rattle from their davits: there is rush and a hurry of eager feet-a splash. and the rescuers are away.
 "'Hcld fast the life line.'
 And up from the jaws of death. ont of the green surge of peril is dragged a pallid form. Saved. saved. and the glad cry echoes above the roar of the sea and the howl of the wind. Broth CTS friends. throw out the life lines.
 Wonder is a man overheard See him staggering. reeling. blear-eved. and drunken. where once he walked with brow unturned to the sunlight of 1 God Throw him life line. Take him Inv the hand. Lift him up from the denths and nlace his feet unon the mountain peaks of hope. Blessed is cha ritv.
 Down there. in the shadows. is a wo- man. sister She is battling with the cold waves of the worlds repui- sion. neglected and scorned. That brow once knew a mothers holy kiss-those lips mayhap have murmurpd "Our Fa- ther.' Throw her the life lines of sympathy and forgiveness. Ton may save human soul. The loved One said to such as this: "Go thou and sin no more.''
 Behold her snatched from the mael- strom of evil and placed upon the rock of salvation!
 Hark to the loud timbrel's 's thrOh. Hark to the melody of rebeck, flute.
 and viol.
 Hark to the grand chorus of the chOirs
 of God.
 Blessed is charity.
 Thow out the lifeline brothers. This is a part of our mission. It was la bor of love with those who await us out wonder where love is. We can not honor them better than in the do- ing of noble deeds. in the living of true lives. We care not for temples or creeds. Religion is independent of al- tar or shrine. The tree of life hath its roots deep in the human heart. Our temple is the wide. wide world; our brotherhood mankind. and God our Father.
 So let the waves of the worlds evil censure roll on in maddened surges; let hates winds shriek and the ternpests of detractiOn rage-Our house will stand. for it is builded on the rock of eternal veritv.
 Brothers. throw out the lifeline of love. It is the major chord in the universal harmony. It leads us by the hand from height to height. from victory to victory It is the song of prophets priests and kings. whose mouths have long been stopped with dust. r. is the nightingale of God singing in the worlds wilderness of thorns. It gave to manS'"1 Guata- ma. Zoroaster and the Lord Christ. In der its wid" s0readirg 0iniOns are ga thercd and sheltered the sons and the daughters of men. and on it's altars are plaocd the jewels of life.
 As tine tulip bends her cup to woo the dewey draught Of night. so does thN human sorl incline to the eternal source of life. to woo the draught of love. Home. wife. children. our bro therhood. the urfading memory of our dead. our flag and our God. these are sacred. These we love. these as Eagles. do we revere and cherish Onward reaching. upward vearning.
 Breathe the never ending theme. Till the Master and the Creature
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