The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1906-04-29
he eReturn Of Summer
By the Rev. Newell Dwight Hills

branch. Rain is not rain, and snow Is
not snow until they have perished out
OF sight, and with changed forms are
| ganizcd into the stalk OF wheat, into
the speeding foot OF deer. into the fash
! ing OF eagles wing. into the purpling
| flow OF grapes. into the nashlng tear
| of sympathy, into the blood that throbs
In the speakers thought. Nature; whose
| destroying is only seeming teaches us
that goodness Is never lost
Truths Errand a Successful One.
II again We question the earth. she Will
tell us her secret for changing bad things
| chemist. She is master of the, art
OF refining coarse things, making ugliness
beautiful and rude things perfect Open
ing her burrows, she receives from man
a rough, ungainIy. onion-llkc bulb But
the poor hagSard root gives no promise
OF brilliant blood, and the gardener les
sens It's chances by covering IL WIN
refuse and ooze. Buried deep In the slime,
Il battles long with darkness and death.
In that hour nothing Is so improbable as
that that poor dead root can conquer
itself and the foulness that covers II, and
lead forth any rich clements OF beauty
and perfume. Yet to this hidden root
comes Gods secret message, and within
the bulb are wrought the mystery and
miracle OF growth. Out OF darkness and
decay comes the challiced cup. In beauty
scipsing the Savoy vase. Thus every
where repugnant clements are wrought
into fragrance and beauty. Not petal
falls from the rose but Its decay makes
the next rose rcdder All the fruits and
flowers Of this year represent the foilage
of last year worked into new and richer
forms Every cod feels stir OF might
and instinct within II that reaches and
towers. and, cropping blindly above 1t Tor
light, climbs TO a soul In grass and
flowers" and this miracle OF nature does
but typify the greater miracle In mans
soul. Lives are buried and lost that they
adversIty, reverscs are changed into
prosperity and success. Here Is the boy,
Charles Dickens, robbed of his childhood,
doomed to carry mans burden whilst
almost a babe lnboring midst dust and
din when he should have been gamboling
on the green Heart-hungry, love was
denied him. But the life that was buried
came forth again with a perfume and
beauty that charmed the world, and his
suffering and sorrow became the basis OF
Joy, culture and great fame. And here
IS poor Charles Lamb, cssayist and
humorist, with a great. rich message
for man throbbing In his heart, who knew
that he must forever bury his ambitions
for home and literary career and be-
come q guardian for his darkened sister
Then he entered upon as deep and sad
a tragedy as our world cveE saw. but out
OF that destruction and loss came fruit
and flower that delights the world. Here,
too. Is Lincoln. with his grand craggy
head and far-looking. deep sad eyes,
walking way of danger and darkness,
storms yet holding on with unmovable
patience and fortitudc, but who. sud
denly swept away by the assassin, In that
hour of diSenthrallment entered upon his
illImltable work an example and In
spration for all generations and ages.
All Rich Growths Prepared For.
Ii we question nature for another les
son. she VIII tell us that not September
md summer, but winter and March
are the real haryosters. The bins and
granaries OF October may have garnered
vast treasure but April gathers more.
When the frost gives the signal the leaf
lets go; behind II is II cradle In which lies
an infant germ The tree mother has
wrapped the tiny seed about with seven
suits one everything tho other, making
IL snug and warm against the snow and
Ice. All winter the winds rocked II and
the boughs sang TO IT, but now in April
1t comes forth and journeys alone. This
wonder OF beauty was wrought last
August Through all the warm summer
stalk hiving It's store. Looking forward
The bulb knew that the snow would pro-
tect It's life. and the frost bring forth a
key that would unlock the door. that
April might reveal the beauty which the
summer could not exhibit, Thus all the
growths f,nature, coming with
seeming suddenness, were really made
ready long months ago. March does little
more than open the door, that the
treasure prepared may stand In Its fun
revelation of beauty So the rich fruits
Of success come perhaps in full man
hood. but they are only the ripened fruits
and harvests that put forth growth long
before when the summertime of youth
lay around the soul. Too often youth
looking at the llustrioUs ones or the
earth. and marking that they stand in
middle life. come To despise the present
as lying too far away from great action.
This is fatal mistake. Tomorrow is
only today rolling forward He who |
gamers no rich treasure today Will look |
IN vain for wealth tomorrow. But he who
-mptics integrity. wisdom and Industry
Into his present, Will find that his future |
returns his treasure with interest George |
William Curtis speaks of an English pic |
turc called. How They Met Them |
selves A man and a woman, haEGard !
md weary, wandering. lost In a dark |
wood. suddenly meet the shadowv figures |
If a youth and maid Some mysterious
fascination fixes the gaze. and stills tho !
hearts of the wanderers. and their amaze |
nrnt deepens into awe as they grduaUy |
,cognize themselves us they once were |
he soft bloom of youth upon then. |
'oundcd cheeks the dewy light of hope |
in their trusting eyes, cxultinE confidence !
in their springing step, themselves blitbe !
md radiant with the glory OF the dawn !
Thus each morn the soul meets ITSELF
thought and act rennr,
themselves In today's habit and chara ctor
And journeying on, whore beyond these
voices there are rest and peace the sonI
meets. not another but Itself There man
reaps what here he sows Habit and
character Yield and are destiny.