Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1908-12-19

fore me. All rnat mystery lurking in
the desert, on the mountain, In the
vines and trees and flowers, in the
roses and their secret. All that stands
for Deity. His nearness and HIS
power. All that stands for change. and
The bliss OF the hereafter! All is
thine, Kizami. but--ilsten to warn
ing in this the time Of NV passing,
Somewhere In land beyond the hills
there lies strange faith. warn thee
ere the last hour of my sleep within
It's hamlet 70 ear
to thee to that far distant dwelling.
The football Of the Mullah Jared
upon the evening stiffness.
Even now His angels He sendeth
down from the celestial regions"
@crooned the holy servant.
After silent prayer the weaver
murmurcd:
ct wanteth but little to rend asund-
er the veil of the heavens that l
may enter into that garden of roses,
where my weary hands and feet may
be cool among the sweet petals.
GLORY to Allah"
When the priest spoke again, it
vas by the word of the Prophet that
ne would return before midnight.
And as he departed KlZami stole into
that hallowed hamlet, embracing the
passing young weaver.
God love tht q, lSiZaml. Over my
heart lies the secret that blcsses my
sky, and as precious and clear as the
pool OF the Prophet To weave IT
among my loved roses shall be the
last task OF my fingers"
May the angels preceae thee and
guard thee, I ask in the name of the
Mighty" kizaiai
God love thee. Ilizami. and listen:
the time groweth short. by the
Persian sun, but not by elernitf. Mo-
heed me; voice in the night has
changed all my heart, and am turn
ed Christian"
''Merwan: thou wanderest.''
"Yes-to my Master! In the lone
watches, an angel voice has been sing
ing a sweet, strange lullaby. OF love
newborn, of a dimpled form born
to bear the burdens of the world;
weak, yet leading of man; of little
arms outshretched to gather in God's
suffering creation. OH Kizami! I
have felt these arms about my neck;
they are the gentle Masters drawing
me: and that sweet voice the Mother,
Mary, soothing me to rest"
may, a HISTORIAN"
Kizami, Kizami. L have cried in my
heart for more than the t'rorhot con
give. I cried till the cross wove IT.
self into my life work, OesD In ny heart
lies the secret that blesses my work
and protects it-true as the Sky and
as precious. and clear as the pool Of
the Prophet TO weave it among
my roses shall be the last work Of
my fingers. Deep in my soul lies the
secret that carries me out of the
darkness--the cross woven there,
meath my roses, and so yelled that
only the spiritual eye may discern it;
It's woven In threads of the finest spun
gold--a mystic cross DER the crescent
triumphant. Over my grave, Kizami,
the NTulah will place it. But take thee
all else, and King Cyrus, nor larry
May the angels parcecd thee AMI
guard thee 7 ask in the name of the
Mighty" liiza1ni departed in sorrow.
Alone on the mountain. alone in his
hamlet did Merwan, the weaver,
whisper.
20. Thou who never slecpest be with
me this night in the shadow"
Alone i'll the night. alone in his death
watch did Merwan, the rug maker
whisper.
20, Thou, who never sleepeth, be
with me this night in the shadow
And light went out in the land
where the Star shall eclipse the Cres.
cent.
Grandma's face was a study mater
nal. as she sat III the garnet and pom
dered.
Its the selfsame tiny wee stocking
] hung for my Elsie and for wee
baby, and now-my how the past
shadows gather-shadows I guess I'll
keep still as to shadows: the very
mn hn OF
like a rose petal, bless it. the tiny wee
stocking. And to think that maybe
but there! I'll not think 1t, I'll Just
hang It. Grandma searched In the
box. There's the christening things
my own hand elnbroidery-and the
shoes, and the hood just what I'm
after. How I love them," with a sigh
/ almost can feel the little warm body
BY my eyesl there's that rug! all I'M.
rolled-it's been handled-who's dared?
/ thought had hidden 1t safely away
Grandma fell TO her knees. "Oh, the
beautiful thing! Well I mind me the
day 1t was given to me by my mother;
twas my 18th Christmas and upon 1t
| stood to be married-but therei I feel
chilly and queer--I must not take cold
I'll hide you again when 1t Is day
light, but now Grandma hustled
away downstairs with pale face. nor
pauesd till she had locked herself in
her room.
IT'S strange how that thing affects
me. How one talks to 1t as IL it could
hear: but Il just seems to breathe.
move and speak. It's mystery to me
who has touched It.. Can 1t be? But
God save US! I'll not hold that thought
either. but I'll just run downstairs
and proceed with my task
A little later as the fire burns
brightly in the living room, Grandma
ri &