The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1905-12-14

But az over the pulseless form bend
Love and Grief, by their side stand
Faith and Hope and fondly whisper
Beyond the veil that shrouds the dead
we shall meet again the loved and lost
Bey ond the darkness of the night OF
death shall break again the COLDER
dawning of another day" We love
we dream. We hope and wait.
But beautiful though this dream, this
faith, may be-no matter how radiant
with promise and assurance, no matter
how full of hope and healing, Of sooth
ing and solacc, | sincerely believe thai
higher and more helpful, grander anc
more exalted is the resolve that, because
of the ever. present Shadow, this lifs
shall be irradiated by those exalted viz
lures which form the foundations stone,
of our great order, Charity. Justice
Brotherly Love, Fidelity, and all the
other virtues that have glorified the con
duct and character of mana resolve
that makes the living rather than the
dead the objects of our solicitude and
our consideration believe that every
bier should be plea, not for the dead
but for the living should admonish and
adjure US to be more kind and consider
ate, more sympathetic and charitable te
| Al l;,.;n,, Ey.rv rouo abnu1d DranRYf
for better living, rather than for holiel
dying. Occasions such as this should
serve ~ reminders Of our obligations tC
those dependent upon Us, to those
amongst whom we move and mingle day
by day. plead for the living-the dead
can feel no injury, no pain. They have
no feelings to lacerate by thoughtless
unkind actions or oft times crueler
words. The cold and pulseless heart
does not ache nor break-eyes closed and
cnrtained forever by eternal sleep will
never shed again the bitter tears Of griel
and pain-lips sealed forever by the cold
kiss Of death will never speak again the
bitter broken words of pain and anguish
The dead are at rest. They are at peace
each in his windowless palace Of rest.
Them we can neither help nor harm,
and our obligations to them, with all
due reverence be 1t said, are discharged
if we did our best to make their life path,
while with us, brighter and happier.
But the living have feelings to wound
and hearts to break. plead for the
living. They are with rs day by day.
Their being is linked and locked with
onrs. Them we may help them we may
harm. A thoughtless word, a heartless
jeer, flung out perhaps in II moment OF
angry forgetfulness may blight the sun
shine and happiness Of those near and
dear, and may strike wounds deeper and
harder to heal than those Of the body.
A kindly word of sympathy, Of approval
and encouragement may change for the
better the life course Of fellow man. or
a helping hand held out at the right
moment may keep upon his feet An
erring, stumbling brother, who might,
but for that. go down to failure and
wreckage-just rs IA heartless sneer OK
contemp: or the whitening finger OF
scorn may blight and blast a life frsught
with all the possibilities of usefulness
and good | plead for the living. |
plead for kindlier humanity, deeper
sympathy, broader charity. We need
these virtues more and more, and day by
day, in this age Of high pressure living,
these days Of the strenuous life and over
taxed energies We hustle and hurry
and iostle and in turn are hurried and
hustled and jostled We rush and ride
rough-shod over the feelings Of others in
our mad, senseless scramble for 1.-The
head Of the procession, and all too often
pay little heed or consideration to those
who falter or fall by the waysde. What
we need is broader recognition Of our
itia'iohH tdNu w all hiu OIL w CsSu,
that in the loss or gain Of one, all alike
have equal shares. Life, even the long.
est, il ut best but brief barely more
than few lettering, faltering steps
from the cradle TO the grave here the
cradle swung by loving mother grooming
sweet and low her lullaby Of love and
JOY; there the grave with its bitter burn
ing walls Of pain and parting What
can we accomplish Of importance enough
during this little interim, this brief
journey, that we should fiji life with
angry dissensions and contentious, that
| we should leave in our wake wounded
feelings, broken hearts or perhaps
| blighted livest Life is too short to make
It anything but grand harmony of
sweetness and light beautifully has
! Joaquin Miller, the poet of the Sierras,
put this thought into words when he
says:
II it worth while that we jostle brother
| Bearing his load on the rough road OF
lifeG
Is it worth while that we jeer at each
other
In blackness Of hearth that we war TO
knifey
God pity us all in our pitful strife
God pity ne all ~ we jostle each other
God pardon VA all for the triumph we feel
When fellow goes down-poor, heart
broken brother,
Pierced TO the heart words are keener
than steel
Aud mightier far for woe or for veal