The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-11-04

hearts
unspent that touth has is the treasure of
the spent which Is in life and memory
For memory is greater than anticipation,
as deed is than dream And the yester-
day, that OF the Waned summer, is MS
who has lived in il. really lived The trou-
Bile is that so many go through summer
as goes the speed-crazed motorist oy Inc
most exquisite landscapes, hidden IN
cloud of his own dust For the reverent.
observant soul. EVERY bush is aflame with
God
And whether you ~iI or no. the sum-
mer abides, either a ribbon or charming
sweetness stretched over weeks OF Qellght-
some beauty. or q blur Of dust, rising from
LIES swift-driven chariot as you have
walked with God. or driven like Jehu in
the quest for things whose passion is
needless of all save its own fever Tor pos
session.
'.Ah-and so all Hfe's yesterday is ours.
The most pathetic plants OF middle life
are those which voice the plant OF the
lost years. No need is there for any life
10 sing.
e Backward, oh backward, turn time in
And make me a child again, just for to-
night.
'.As all the tender green of the spring,
the full beauty of the summer gloss ana
the richness of the suns and the frosts
perfecting is in the dry leaf that rustles
against your cheek as it fails, so is all
of our yesterday in today 1t is not only
so in what we are, but 1T is so in what
is writ in memory's book in the great hall
of the soul. There are those who boast
that the child things are all outgrown.
For them its dream and fancy are gone
forever, and the cherubs lie broken IN the
dust that once arched the gate OF heaven
Do YOU remember yesterday! In the
morning when you played in childhood in
nocence. The noontide when school and
play, and friend and book. and the unfold
ing experience of the world Srfpped you!
The maying and the nuttlng days, the
little feasts and gifts that made it so
abidingly dear Yes. You have IL all
Do you bare your soul? For as you have
all the sweets of yesterday, so you nave
its hitters. As your body is SCARED ana
scanned and wrinkled, so is your soul.
Yes. Recall it ALL for its fruitage is in
you OF good or evil. And If you must go
by rooms which you pass with averted
face. spots that have memories to blanch
or TO crimson your cheeks, go on, back to
the sunny yesterday of your childhood
and live again with the dear little ghosts
of what you were then, for go far as you
will through the world. beside God, you
shall find no company so sweet and re-
warding no influence so sanctifying as
that of your own springtime self, for the
gate of heaven is in your childhood. and
YOU must build again the cherub-crOwned
door of innocence ere you pass to the
place of hearts desire where IL is always
summer because the heart Will be the
heart of childhood.
And in the fading of the leaf / would
have YOU see tomorrow Tomorrow? The
gray skies and the snow-mantle, the black
| frost and the dead world. the long, long
| winter. That is the thing back of the dead
| leaf The winter storm that shall whip
| and break the branches, the cold that
shall kill the tender sprouts of the late
| summer. The sky void of birdsong and
the dried grass hung with the artistry of
1 the frost.
,"Even so. Out of the chamber of the
south shall creep the miracle of God The
winter will pass and the time of singing
! of birds will come. The snowbank and
the bound brook shall have q bridal day
and sing the mad song Of resurrection as
| they hasten TO the Ginning sea. that swal-
| lows the secret of the seasons in his
| depths The arch Of the sky shall ring
| with the songs of the birds that went on
the long quest and will return. Life in
| it's full tide shall flow again over the face
| of earth and all the winters death and
| the storms destruction shall be covered
| with the green beauty. of renewal. For
| tomorrow is there. That which lived and
| charmed shall feed the life that makes
| the charm Of the years to be- God is the
/ economist. Law is the unitarian. Nature
is the jealous spendthrift who has the
| alchemy which can gather every bit of
| color. every line of gold, every gem OF
1 living beauty that makes the seasons
| glory and in the procession of the age
repeat herself, with a garment ever new.
Aye, dead leaf, thou holdest tomorrow in
| myself.
dAnd the signing heart that has lived
| and sinned and failed. as IL takes the
| curling LEAKAGE of its soul into the room
/ where are the wintering shadows of the
westering time wishes for the power OF
| tomorrow
Does your heart sing with the sad
pessimism of Karamzin:
But mans chilling winter is darksome
| and dim
For no second springtime e'er dawns
upon him;
The gloom of its coming time dissipates
! never;
His son when departed is vanished for
ever
'''Men, that is a lie All that the leaf
| speaks of tomorrow is spoken for your
| hearts There is no field so black with
! frost. no tree so stripped of its LEAKAGE,
no soul so wrapped in the deep sleep of
seif's winter that it may not know the
| sweetness of spring that shall answer
all the beauty of that which lay in the
| yesterday.
| Far across the bleak landscapes of life
there walks one who has power to re-
Il new. to give you your yesterday again
in today, AM TO bring the miracle of to-
II morrow INTO the now. For down the era
he has been taking men out of winter
into spring. out of deafness into life. He
Il who is the Resurrection and the Life
/ makes resurrection in life wherever the
doors are opened for his coming
THE answer to the message of the fad
ing leaf. the fading life. the fading age
the fading world. the dying universe OF
things. is the form Of him who is the
eternal springtime. He who IS the sur
Of Righteousness rises to shine upon dead
lives and make the springtime perpetual
And for you who have lost your yester-
day and have not entered your tomorrow
who have lost your May and have naught
but bleak December. know this-it need
not always be winter. you need not wal
longer for the lost yesterday for as life
IS opened to him who would give us the
life abundant-every winter shall change
TO spring, and all LIES childhood limo
cence and dream De satisfied in the grow.
Ing form of an eternal unfolding OF
beauty.
i~Will you let him come to the dead ex.
L pa1se of your experience with the re.
newing breath of his life? He alone car
| give YOU back your yesterday IL car
only be possessed OF Won in the stainles:
beauty of your childhood Otherwise i
/ possesses you in the bondage of fading
And as the pitiful winter OF the thing
that destroy has settled upon your live.
and the springs have chilled to stiIlnes.
that once rippled with living music, a.
the sunny fields that once were swee
with asphodel lie bleak and cherries
and all the songbirds of your soul hav,
winged their way to leave you voiceles