The wageworker. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1904-????, 1907-05-31

LlN COLN, IN EbhA
sound of her sweet voice-taking, in
truth, the benediction of her holy love.
A little shoe, frayed, at the heel and
punctured at the toe-and we feel
around our neck the clasp of two little
arms and hold against our wildly beat
ing heart the little Breeches" of our
home.
"Oh, the little white arms that encircle
My neck in their tender embrace
Oh, the smiles that are halos Of
heaven,
Shedding sunshine of love on my
face"
A scrap of paper-and we are drawn
to the side of some old friend long
gone beyond; and there the days of
old are lived again-call it in "Dream-
land" if you please lived again!
Playmates of the long ago! Invisible
all, but playmates every one!
"And arm upon arm in the sunlight,
with laughter and longing and
tears,
We move like an army of shadows far
down in the valley of years!"
Who says we must see before we
believe? We forget that the unseen
are the real forces. One note of music
will bring smile; another will draw
a tear; a burst of song will set in
motion all the memories and emotions
of lifetime. We know something OF
the marvellous things wrought by elec-
tricity, but with all of our progress we
can not tell the whence or the whittier
of that great force. We know that love
has well been called the greatest
thing in the world"-yet no man has
seen it, while all men have felt it.
Parting is the sweetest sorrow, be-
cause meeting is of the force that was
not born to die. Love proves immor-
tality, because we would not part with
the one great grief if by doing SO we
must forfeit the one great joy. In all
this beautiful city of the dead, where
in tears" there is not a grave which
those who hold it dear would blot
from out the realm Of fact, if the
memory for which it stands must be
obliterated.
AS love proves immortality, so sor-
row proves the Elder Brother" Our
very ignorance suggests the God, our
very helplessness demands the Christ.
Out of our own night of grief we look
to Gethsemane; from under our own
heavy cross we turn to Calvary.
We may obtain some idea of the
tears that have been shed within this
world when we remember that with
in the silent city of one hundred acres,
> hardly an inch of soil has escaped the
tears of those who have loved-and
for the moment imagined they had
lost Men may think the have made
progress when they dismiss, as un.
worthy of the consideration of prac
tical people, the lessons taught by the
mothers; but standing within the
shadow that falls athwart our own
home, we may realize that the inspir
ing story of the life of the mission oi
: the Man of Galilee is history's soil
t tary answer to the pathetic call that
goes up from every vacant chair:
g "Oh, into what bosom, wonder,
Is poured the whole sorrow of years
3 For eternity only seems keeping
f Account of the great human weeping;
May God, then, the Maker and
:, Father
d May He find place for the tears!"
S Beyond the smiling and the weep
ing, beyond the waking and the sleep
ing; beyond the rock waste and the
r river; beyond the ever and the never
: love, rest and homew Love, rest
g and home-and reunion with the play
It mates-big and little-of the older
!; time-playmates now invisible to thu
S human ken but immortal in the Law
of love as they are immortal in tht
q law of life!
s Civilization has not vindicated itsel
y in the presence of the thing we cal
d death. These little birds singing thei
TIE Deums from the tree-tops and thes'
y sweet flowers bringing reinsurance 0
n another springtime and asserting
q through their green leaves and frag
q rant blossoms, the great eternal Law