The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1908-11-14

Far. far away beyond the sky, in which the sun
rides in all his majesty.
On, on, up beyond the sapphire vault, where
the twinkling stars play hide and seek and the
pale lady moon looks through her veil of silvery
clouds; on, up up. is most beautiful country
called Heaven. OH dear little one, / do not dare
try describe this land of eternal happiness, be-
cause it is the home of the Almighty God, and His
myrlads of saints and angels. Some day you will
read about this land in the Holy Bible
Once two sister angels were playing near the
radiant gates of gold and pearls, as they dearly
loved to do. The name of was Art; the other
Music. Art a very winsome, laughing, in
quisitve angel, with the sweetest brown eyes rosy
face and auburn curls imaginable. Her sister,
Music. like a dove, so blond, so penSive, and
tall like lily stalk. They loved each other dear
ly, as God wills all to do Tired with play, they
threw themselves face downward a feecy white
cloud, and, looking over its edge, saw-what do
you think, dearest boy9 Why, the young earth,
lying like a great emerald in a sea of blue. Art,
laughing playfuly, said: Dearest sister, suppose
fly down to the earth? | so long to see all
those interesting creatures But Music was, as
usual, dreaming, and paid little attention to what
she said. So, without thought, Art let her.
self slip over the cloud and down, down she few
Music with one startled look about her. saw they
were alone. Fearing some harm might befall her
loved sister she followed quickly without one
thought of SELF expecting to bring her back at
once. Down. down they few, like two starry snow
birds aEghtlng on the earth.
When Art, with a loving smile and caress,
said: "Be not afraid, sweet sister. God made the
earth, and it is good Give me thy dear hand, and
wall fly around and all that l so wish to
see. And thou, lovely saint, will doubtless hear
new sounds perhaps sweet as in 'our ain
tree Which, after all, dearest, is the true home
Of each and every this earth" SO the
Angel Of Art, her heart bounding with happiness,
saw beauty everywhere. The ethereal beauty Of
dawning day. the magnificent sunset the majestic
beauty of mountains and forests the ever chang
ing ocean, the wild, mournfu beauty of the lakes
the laughing waterfalls and rivers the grand arch
of the elusive jewelcolored rainbow, the velvety
green fields, the diamond dewdrops, the golden
grain the sparkling FREELY, the graceful vines, the
lacelike ferns and those stars of earth the beau
teous flowers; all the variations of light and of
shade; the gentle birds, the busy bees. the sunny
perfumed air. All, all. filed her heart with won
der at the infinite variety of Gods works. And,
most interesting of all, earth's angels, the little
children; and the men, the women. immortal like
herself but clothed with sinful flesh.
The Angel of Music moved in a dream, won
dered at the whispering wind the murmuring wa
ter the oceans dash and roar; the ripple of a
happy maiden's laugh; the lifting carol of the
birds: the soft coo of baby voices; the blissful
murmur of love; all filled her heart with awe, with
pain.
After awhile these Angels of Eternity began
to tire of it all, as we do of earthly things let
them be ever so lovely. The Angel of Art taking
the slim white hand of her sister, and looking into
her sad sweet eyes said: Forgive me- dear one;
we will now return. What right had | to put to
such a cruel test thy faithful loveP The Angel
of Music answered with a wistful little smile: Il
am SO tired, sister; let me go home"
Slowly gracefully, their white, glistening wings
outstretched, they arose up up, on up. But what
is this? An invisible force pressed them back
They found that they could not fly higher than
the earths atmosphere.