The Laclede blade., 1907-07-20
Some Evening Reveries.
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,e deepening into niglt and tn
,r lamps of heaven are being lighted
r. the noisy feet grew still. the child
= ish voice is htshed to the Low
IS breashln. Of the evening prayer
q aud as the brown head sinks wear
/. lfy to rest npon its. pillow, the rec
=, lips rnurauf falDtly, so tired
+ All, tired one, oft-times thy feet
will faltet and grow weary ere they
reach the prime OF manhood; and
20 thee will come. hours when not
as now the innocent sleep of child
hood will bring thee rest.
Often from other lips than child
lsh ones has escaped a sigh, the
burden Of which has been. so
tred!" Eagerly we toll for an in
Independence which some day in the
far-off future is to bring us rest;
but as night after night we lay our
weary heads upon our pillows, we
are still looking forward, still un-
satisfied; and thus il will ever be
with us till the Master calls. Some.
times ambition is->the guiding star
turing US onward to the temple of |
fame. But the path is thorny
ene1 the footsteps falter; the brain
grows dizzy; and from the heartf
goes forth the cry, 80 tired!"
Yet temptingly siren voice whis-
fers of glory, and OF rest, and
again the feet press forward till
the goal Is reached. But aEasl for|
The rest which ambition brings. |
100 often with the cup OF glory is
mingled tlle. poison q. envy. andIi
again is heard the bitter cry, so +
tlred 49, lis thus va all weary.,l4
And yet we would not, fold oHr1
lands III idleness, bo3ausc perchance 1e
we may son'atthlee grow good hi
faint with the busden and heat +
81. the day !, 20 Us, iia$ been given g
I glorious privilege 20 press on
ward in the. battle Of Efe, and if :,
'ur chosen. path be that. of truth +.
md right. the assurance Of welldo- a,
nc will be oul. sweet reward when,
'E-and-by, we~shall 2altake Of that n
oy and peace of which the blessed
.avar tire. ="
@ .:@ =~% Sg'
We have sat upon the sea shore N
nd waited for its gradual approach sc
9, ana have seen its dancing waves tr
nd white. sstlf, and admired that b,
te who measuredit it with His hand m
ad given it life and motion; and es
e fingered till its gentle waters
rev into mighty billows, and had Lii
eli-nigh swept us from our firm fe,
'otlng. So we have seen some of fat
le needless youth of Laclede gaz- |th
'g with curious Spirit upon sweet II
o+lons and eeat4e approaches Of M,
viting pleasures and sins, till en-
ley have detained their eyes and .
lprisoned their feet and they have a,
'en swept TO swift destruction.
Ii you love, love more. If YOU oh
tie, hate less. Life is too short We
spend in hating any one. Why d"
II against mortal who is going toV
same road with us?S Why not if1'
pand the flower OF. lie and hap y
less by learning to love, by oh
ching those who are near and me,
n the beautiful lessonf Your ten
nds may be hard, but your heart a h
ID not be. Your form may be Pal,
it or ugly, but do yon not know Sta
t the most beautiful flowers tame
" in the most rugged, unshel- bH;l
I'd plaeesf The palace for care, fho,,
cottage far hove. Net that s, ~
Re IS no love in "A mansion; B0s ssts.
lshow, If We aIesa0t very seara | som