The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1905-06-04

Survey this grave"
The beauty of nature is greatly ad-
mired, and it is the enrapturing theme
of the poet. There is a charm in the
blending of beauty and splendor in
objects. 1t is a source of pleasure,
and the theme of conversation. The
pious soul sees Gods goodness in it all,
and thanks Him for the blessing in
that form. Appreciation whether of
nature or of men is good and pleas
ant. Many a charming article has
been written that failed of apprecia-
ton and died tongueless. 1t is true
as the gifted poet, Gray, wrote long
ago, that 'many a flower is born to
blush unseen" Many fine article is
written long or short, that ''perishes
in the using" Many a stroke OF in
spiration passes into the eternal
silences without recognition or regret.
Many noble soul has lived and died
"unwept, unhonored and unsung." |
thought of these things when reading
a paragraph written by North Caro-
linian q few weeks since, that was
freighted with beauty. ] wondered
how many would read and see its eX-
cellence. its tenderness its grace and
drink in it's almost poetic aroma. |
will not tell now who wrote it, but l
would like to know how msny editors
who read it recognized its ferVor, It's
felicities, it's pathetic grace. That
other eyes may see it, although some
what long for my purpose, | give II
here. Let it be read as if on the
Resurrection Morn of our Adorable
and Blessed Lord and Saviour, Jesus
Christ, the Son of God, and enjoy it
with thanksgiving and alteration. 1t
has too much of beauty and felicity to
be once read and then thrown aside
forever:
Last Sunday was a great day for
Easter music. The day itself was per-
feet The sunshine and the heavens
own f1eckless blue pitched laughter OF
child and trill of bird to a new har-
mony which mellowed the minstrelsy
of the Easter choirs as they sang the
story of the Resurrection. 1t is not
sufficient to say that we enjoyed the
music We revealed in it. Yet at night
we heard a song which went to the
very gates of our soul and rif1ed the
treasure-house of tears. 1t was sung
to the tune of NEAR" as sweet as
rain at midnight, and as sad as the
odor of long dead roses among the
relics of years. 1t brought the touch
of vanished hands and thrilled with
the accents of stilled voices as mem
DRY once more went Maying over the
meadows of childhood 1t brought
back the, old camp-meeting scenes
when a glory seemed to linger around
the great congregations whose un-
trained voices sent the melody of the
old tune far into the depth of the Oc-
tober forests Dear old tunei The
voices that used to sing it in the. dead
years are now singing it in the Morn
ing Land we hope to hear 1t there
He has published a second article
three times the length of the above,
that would make very choice excerpt
for it is rich in the fragrance OF flow
ers, CLOVIS with celestial colors and
is powdered With stars l give
short sample which some will enjoy
as ] have done:
maternal nature is wearing her
sweetest smile as her children. under
golden skies desport themselves. robed
in iris hues and scented with delicate
doors that steal on the wings of the
south wind from Gods own 'ArabY
the blest' The roses are rioting with
the birds and butterflies. The fruit in
the orchard is feeding upon dew and
sunshine The foliage of the oaks be-
gan days ago to Groom its lullabies at
the touch of the eager breeze.
cit is strange that any but eXultant
notes should sound from human hearts
under the spell of such a May. Yet at
such a time unused keys are touched
and strange sad sounds are heard IN
the chapel of the heart.
May not the sad voice which comes
from the vision splendid unrolled be-
fore us during this bright May-time,
rather teach us to look from the west
ern shore of Immortality's sea shroud-
ed in the mists of childhood to that
eastern shore which, for us all, lies just
ahead?"
Wilmington. N. C.