Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1906-06-29
RROoK IN THE WAY.
By Henry F. Cope,

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By Henry F. Cope.
q shall drink of the brook in the
therefore shall he lift up the
s.&d-Ps. OK, I.
tura has a prodigal way Of scat
no rivulets down the hillside and
Il q the pathways, little needing
other men walk there or not. The
.ctical eye sees waste; these streams
S, Inf have been made to turn wheels;
s. needs of the traveller, weary with
nav might be met by faucets at
s#ular Intervals.
is we'll for us all that the power or
|.# practical man finds its limitations,
81. all poetry would have gone from
S. world. and great and glorious as
ubt have been our physical perfec-
&c orr bodies would be but the emp
:. hahitations whence souls had long
DO fled. The unitarian would have
Len from us the bliss Of the deep
s. # from the pebbly brook.
The man who is proud of being prac-
81 tells us we are wasting time and
|2rvous energy in stopping to think or
- things; we must take the world
s we find it, he says, forgetting how
81 r and poetic we once found 1t and
a bleak and ugly we likely are to
81 We it. But to him trees are always
|snoher grass and flowers but hay, bird
zDgs spell poultry, wind and waters
Nergy. Many are too busy making
Isngs ever to enjoy anything that is
IRde.
In this steel age it may seem folly
"a waste to stop and think of sacri-
.ee and courage and love, to admire
"a answer to the thrill of human
lAssions; but alas for him who never
Is the light of heaven i'll another 5
&br. nor hears the brush of angels
ms when men and women fly to
Aeir fellows aid.
If you haven't time in your busy life
II turn aside to drink of the brook of
saman affection, to look deep into the
les of friendship, to sympathlZe, to
Smfort, to taste this strange, sweet
Id bitter cup of our common fellow
lin, then is your heart going dry and
hirsty and life becoming a Whitened
bad that knows no wells or springs.
but something there is in man that
Ills for drafts at yet deeper streams
IAN these. Foolish and unlearned he
Jay be- ignorant of the wise conclu-
IONS Of philosophers who have looked
Ito these things with their lanterns,
1nt through the ages he has been
thinking eagerly at the waters of eter-
zlty. In every man there is thirst
tier the Deep Unreasonable things Ill
Inc the deeper the nature of the man
be greater his necessity for drinking
item here.
i The consciousness of the great life
hat embraces all life, the sense Of it's
searness to us all, has been peren-
bal refreshing to all great hearts. In
'Ome way to bring the life into touch
fifth the infinite Is to take down its
/ limitations, break it's barriers, and give
j sense of infinitude, to lift up the
lead In vision of the divinity of our
Ives and of every life. We who walk
b the dust often need to be filed with
|he divine lest we become ourselves
but dust.
This world of things is hungry for
PIE life that is more than things, the
] te Of the spirit; that is why so many
Pye to sing of heaven and dream OF Il
|hir world peopled by strange and glo~
1ous celestial ones. Heaven is nearer
|han we think; like the brook by the
gay. the life Of the spirit flows beside
PTS life, happy they who drink of it's
waters, who already enter into eter-
PITY who find strength FOR this Hfe's
Pay and work by the contact with the
Ife that is life indeed
Is it any wonder that life is wear
Some thing, dead drag, when you are
Starving its very sources? You neglect
E1e soul at the peril Of all So anxious
! re YOU to run this race that you have
p time to allow him who rides in the
Chariot to drink Of the water of life.
his is not utilitarianism this is sui
elde from the center out.
The most practical common sense de-
HandS that you feed the inner places Of
Fonr life, the heart that has gone so
bng thirsty and longing for love, for
pings too deep for words, for things
Ehat cannot be used, cannot be quoted
p dollars Give your inner life its
PEEP drafts of the infinite life and your
puter life shall take its place and do
f. work in the world.
LIVING RELIGION.
By Rev. Aram S. Isaacs.
The dead praise not the Lord
tsalms 115: II.
How many of us consider ourselves
feIISIouS, although ours may be but a
S1"guant kind of religion, stirred once