Tonopah daily bonanza. [volume] (Tonopah, Nev.) 1906-1929, 1908-12-08

COURSE OF SOue ueSFe0 Oh unseen
strength attained, which fulfilled to
the brim all the purposes of his life
among us, and gave him passport to
higher Offices. In the intellectual
life, how slothful it is to pause in
stead of progress; to rust instead of
glisten with new endeayor; to dawdle
in fields of thought which have been
thoroughly exploited, instead of plod.
ding on to find fresh soil. Why not
the same in the spiritual life? When
the spirits development has been
rounded out on earth, even though
the years be few, why remain here,
when there unfolds before us the
great altar stairs that slope through
darkness up to God, summoning us
to our advanced degrees?
Whether we be eclipsed in the
crescent, or sink full-orbed into the
sunset sea; whether our years be few
or many-what does it signify?
THE oak natures slowly through
the long, long years, and then, in
season, returns to the earth that gave
it. The rose blooms in the night and
fades with the day. Yet each life is
perfect; each destiny fulfilled; each
an essential factor in the worlds
work; each submissive to the will of
its Creator, and each the product of
earth's greatest forces.
" What does it take to make rose,
Mother mine?
The God that died to make it, knows:
1t takes the worlds eternal wars;
1t takes the moon and all the stars;
1t takes the might of heaven and
hell,
And the everlasting love as well,
Little Child
so with our lives. Some are oak.
Some are rose.
Some go like our veteran jurist
Hawley. full of years. Great oak OF
justice. His faultless life and lofty
services forever monumental in the
imperishable records of our federal
judiciary.
Some go like him, who lately was
friend and neighbor to all of US
chief magistrate of Nevada-cut
down in the midst of his services t.
the state, ere the three-score-and-ter
stone was tailed or the twilight shad
ows had heightened. Hail to you
John Sparks! and to all your rug
ged race of swiftly passing pioneers
Your shaggy shapes seem to sill
houette the sunset skyline shor
space, then shift from sight and ar,
seen no more. Hail to you, sturdy
gentle son of the west! You livet
to see fulfilled the dream of you
gray mother, the. desert:
"'I am the desert; barren since tim
/ began;
Yet do dream of motherhood, whel
man
One day at last will look upon m
charms,
And give me cities, like children, t
my arms
Some go like Lear's faithful
daughter, Cordelia, in the 7erith O
youth and beauty, shatterinn the las
silken cord of her aged fat1e~'s life
If it be your daughter or sis;2~ shal
we dare lament that she was young
, Do we know that her life may be oil
old as truth and as perfect as TIL
sunlight? There may have been onl
one flaw in the diamond of her sou
took but this short life to wear ava
the mar. Our Man of Sorrow die
young; yet his life was complete; an
it will take the, unrolled scroll {
human history to measure the stretc
of his life's influence.
"And some there be that like til
rose. If it be a toddling manchil,
some faithful little copy of his sire
or the bright beauty of mother
a little maid lisping prayers at he
knee, holding out heart strings
: their tiny cluteh-then in trutl
there be scant comfort for us, sa,
: that we know they are of the vel
: kingdom of God.
. Our young and our old-we tru
that they live with Thee, oh the
. Grand Exalted Ruler of the I'm
verse; and there we find them wort
! Ter to be loved.
THE silent forces of nature, whit
reach up out of the darkness and Ii
their moulding hands upon the sol
of men, are not more real than Il
unseen Sentinel who whispers in
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