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

| brink,
 And. offering his cup, invite your soul,
 Forth to your lips to quaff-yOu
 Shall not shrink. '"
 All agencies for good are the faith
 ful servants of true religion, not the
 servants of Professionalism. of Judaism. | of Brahmanism or Buddhism, but ser
 wants of that true religion. whose mis- sion is to life us all upward and nearer | to the eternal source of life. Among these good agencies the Fraternal Or | der of Eagles is one. It iS founded | upon those principles which operate fer | the uplifting of humanity.
 It inculcates fi3355Iitv and rcveres jus
 tice. It fosters brotherlv love and it
 practices charity. It sees in the wid ! owed ard the fatherless 2 sacred trust. IL tOuches the brow of drSnTir and the
 smile of hopes appears. lt kisses away ! the tears of childish sorrow and hears the heavens filled with silverv peals of happy laughter. IL bows to the i'm effabIe sweetness of the sermon on the
 mount. It is an agency for good. It
 seeks to make the world good world. | and its home is under the folds of that banner whose stars and stripes are the
 symbols of freedom. justice, and equa 1 litv.
 Is is then strange that we who live
 in the uncertain present should loving | lv remember those who once knelt at
 the shrine of charitv7 No. "Charitv
 never faileth: but whether there he
 tongues they shall cease: whether | there he knowledge it shall vanish away. And now abideth faith. hope.
 charity. these three. but the greatest
 of these is charity"
 Hail. charity, It is she whose ma gic talisman bids the blessed gates un- 1 fold. Hers is the wand which evOlSes | all that is sweet and true and heauti- | ful in the human soul. With her we | tread the thorn-encompassed paths of
 life. TOT feel the piercing spikes of evil
 wound our feet. And hand in hand
 with her we pass from darkness into | lioht and cry:
 HDeath. where is thy stin0? Oh. grove where is thy victOrv?' And that is one of the reasons why we are glad today It is one of the
 reasons why wo honor our sacred dead. | We woft tO them an incense swPeter ! than rnvrrh. swpeter than that which pourS from swinging censerS in old | cathedrals dim. we wait to them our reverence for the memory of their gentle deeds. We are Glad. too. be- i cause we believe the Prsideut of the
 Universe has taken them by the hand and said:
 ffrvI,.. LoIo.-ol ;,,o.,,,,,ob oc 1-a | have donr it unto one of these little ones. ye have done it unto me- We care not for the pomp and som
 bre panOplv of woe. We hide the grave
 heneath those earthly stars. sweet l flowers the daisies of love and the lilies
 of hope. In our hearts there is a glad
 new song. tho song of Moses and the
 Lamb. The coffin. the shroud, the
 muffed tread, the tolling bell. the an
 guished sob-these are phantasms that
 we brush aside. They are the dis
 cords in the song. We look beyond
 the horizon of things that are and be- hold the spirits of our dead robed in the
 glory of a light that never fails. It is this belief in divine revelation.
 this devotion to ennobling principles,
 which cements the bonds that binds
 this brotherhood heart to heart and
 soul to soul. When God gave woman
 to the world he transplanted the fair ' est flower that blOomed in paradise. He
 placed the snowdrop on her brow, the | pOmegranate on her lips. He wove the | splendOr of the sunburst in her hair,
 and buried the sheen of the stars deep | in her eyes. In her heart he placed
 the diamond of virtue, and in her bos-
 om he planted the flower of love. He
 made her the portal of life. And then
 the Lord had builded a beautiful tenn | ple. It was fair. for the dreams of i the Holy One are ever fair. And where
 ever the foot of man pressed the face
 of earth the temple was there.
 In the sands of the desert where the great eastern stars look down. in fer ! tile plains. on mountains steep. in
 dark morass. in forests deep, and by
 the sounding sea the temple rose: and | it was fair and pure and holy. Joy tar
 ried in its portals, love sanctifed it's altars. and the incense of purity ascend ed forever and ever. And the All
 Merciful ordained woman. the priestess
 of this temple, and He called it home. Oh. sweeter than the songs of mat ! ing birds. sweeter than the whisper of ! the wind among the pine trees. sweet ! and holy as the chant of cherubim in the halls of paradise is the sound of
 that word "home' on the lips of wife and mother.
 Home. the pillar upon which rests the suDerstrurturc of society. r. is the sweet well in the desert of life. from which flows the pure waters of peace
 end happiness: it is the gateway to heoven and the smiles of God. To this divine institution Of the home do we. as Eagles. swear fealtv avI faith. Sister. wife. mother. these
 gre our wards. Thei~ citadel of safety is in orr hearts There hreathes DO loyal Eagle unor the face of the earth
 who does not place upon the brow of
 pure womanhood the crown of rever- cncc.
 Tn him the gentle chivalr~ ~f Arthur
 and Charlemagnc finds truc -vpon- TTS. Sc l,or he ,r,v,