The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-10-20

admired and revered. but not desired. for
they who wrought them were not counted
sons of God, but only serfs. slaves In
those centuries and their pageants in the
knight errantry that flames like meteor
in the black hour of low twelve. there is
lacking that which makes life sweet and
beautiful.
The trowel's message of the yesterday
is not its highest and best. That mes
sage is in the clear voice that speaks the
spirit of the institution. The uplift of
man from the place of the beast to that
of childhood under God. the recognition
that in brotherhood and service there is
alone the glory of life, these are the
things in which We rejoice and base our
pride.
The time knows that most of the great
passions and ideas that moved i'm the
earth when the trowel spoke as an opera
tive instrument were vain things. The
broken relics of the idol of yesterday
pomp, power, dominion. are not beautiful
Caesar al the base of Pompey's pillar, the
handful of dust that was the fiery heart
of a world master. fretted to its stilling in
St Helena, speaks under the dome of the
Invalids a whisper that will speak forever
of the vanity and the pain of selfishness
and human glory. voice no more an appeal
to us; for the life Of one Shaftesbury
moving A ministering spirit amid the
squalor and poverty. the sin and need of
his time and glorying in his motto. Il
serve: on Lincoln. breaking the alabaster
service is greater than all the Caesars of
history.
That voice, worshipful sir that speaks
of brotherhood. that tells of the chivalry
of service. that speaks the ordered life
of loving fraternity is that truly befit-
ting the time.
To all the circle of human life it seeks
to carry the appeal of the best and high
est
And this venerable institution. the pio-
neer of oil those great companies of men
who toll for the uplift and the salvation of
society. i'm q realizing of the funda
mental longings of men has found its joy
in seeking to bring to flower the white
blossoms of the souls love. to clothe with
brighter array the gray CARRIED company
that has looked so long for day, bright
ness, joy.
And that spirit which has wrought so
wondrously in the past. that is speaking
of the greater thing to be In the today.
has naught mythical in IT, for 1t is only
love, that common thing that LacOrdaire
spoke of in his pregnant sentence. "A
pinch of the dust of a loving heart out
weighs the world
And it's last message rings like the tin
kle of an angelus. sweet as the low song
crooned by the mother over her bairnie,
singing of the place of hearts desire
singing of the eternal. the message which
the golden brown leaves of the acacia
speak as they toss back the sunlight to
the sun and answer light with light-the
abiding. 1t is not only that we build. but
he the Father builds, and in the trowel s
beauty and light there is the SOULS we'll
set hope based IN the teaching of him.
the worlds elder brother. the hope that
rests satisfied in the Fathers love that
that when life has been squared to its
end. there will come the time of building
into the living temple, where his trowel
shall spread mercys mortar over our
failings and brokenness and together we
shall realize the master builders high and
perfect plans for life.