The Glenwood post., 1905-05-06

the sound of Springs trumpet" to
awaken to larger life and greater
loveliness. So when "life's winter is
past, and the snow has melted at the
call of Gods eternal spring, what
wonderful surprises await us. Life,
never need to sleep again under the
winters snow, for
Behind the dim unknown
Standeth God within the shadow,
keeping
Watch above his own.
And what seems death to the natur
al sense was only a hiding away of
the germ immortal with God standing
guard, ready to bring it forth in
| good time. The king who comes and
spreads his robe of ermine over all,
treads oh so gently, because of the
| sleeping buds and tender blossoms be.
The awakening time is not yet and
| they will sleep more sweetly under the
ermine robe. Why do we not think
of this when our hearts are heavy
away from us, remembering that there
lives one who never loses sight of our
flowers, even though they wither here
in the cold blasts that come from the
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shadow. He knows they are only rest
ing for moment, to come to more
marvellous growth in the gardens that
are sun kissed eternally, and whose
flowers know no wintertime for sleep
7 he earth flowers come back to us from
under the winters snow-and we are
of more value than they. The little
birds that build their homes in the
lights and hide in the clouds come
back, when they hear of the springs
new birth or resurrection and we are
of more value than they. We, too.
will awaken from the sleep that closes
the weary eyes Just long enough for
the angel in waiting to bear us over
the bar into the eternal summer of
that Morning Land of which it is
said, land there shall be no night
there neither any snow, or pitiless
rain is needed to kill and make alive
From the depths will come forth the
hidden treasures Dead, we said of
them but not So. Like gem that
refuses to sparkle is hidden for a time
from the light until it regains its
brilliancy, so our jewels have been
hidden from us, to be given back per
fected and setting that glows with
Immortality, and our flowers will
bloom again when the angels whisper
awakens them to Il vision of skies fair
er than ours, breezes softer, and sun
shine that never is hidden. From
under the snow of earth into the eter
nal summer of heaven.
This is our message to you, and
amid the sorrows of the days past that
still bear heavy upon you, may you
be led out from under the shadow into
that glorious sunlight, and be so in
spired with nope that sorrowing and
signing shall flee away, and a quiet
peace mantle your horizon, so calm
and serene, perfect rest will come un-
to you and forever abide with you.
A smile of appreciation is worth
more than volume of we'll rounded
sentences of praise society prattle is
cheap, but heart friendship is rare
plant of slow growth. Happy are
they who can rear few.
Memory is as beautiful as hope
and thousand times more true.
Fortunate are they who have happy
childhood to recall, after they have
gone out into the world to meet the
bitter currents of disappointment that
lie in wait for many, who leave the
paternal roof to seek home and fortune
among strangers.
Am my brother keeper2'' How
often we hear it said, "life is greatly
what we make it, but is it not true
that many are as clay in the hands of
the potter? There are natures so
completely controlled by environment
that they are hardy responsible for
their acts, and when they are sur
rounded by elevating influences, they
are credit to themselves and those
allied to them, hut when these i'm.
pressable natures come in contact with
those who revel in popular vices, their
brother becomes their keeper
1t is truth, none can refute. that
we are all to some extent dependent
upon Others. Money will buy atten
tions. but it fails to buy happiness and
often it is from the humblest sources
that we reap our greatest joy. The