The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1908-06-20
WRITTEN FOR 1.-THE UNION"
A SABBATH AMID GREEN TEMPLES.
By GEORGE E. TACK.

| WRITTEN FOR THE UNION"
A SABBATH AMID GREEN TEMPLES.
By GEORGE E. TACK.
|
Far above our heads today arches
the radiant blue sky, and the mellow
light of the sun pours down through
the vast aisles of space in rich streams,
gliding the green fields and dark foli-
age of the trees along the old farm
read. The clouds have nearly all
vanished, swept away by the cool,
strong winds of this glorious July
day. The long field of timothy,
which should have been harvested
weeks ago, bows its whitened head
to the byeeze that flows down the val
ley from the uplands of the mass Of
hills away to the north.
Up in the top of yonder rugged
pine tree blue jay is screaming, and
down in the woods we hear the call
of the little titmouse. and the harsh
cry of solitary crow. Close by in
the underground of the chestnut grove
where we now rest a cheewink calls
its mate. This is the day of God's
rest, and each breeze that blows across
the fields, starred with daisies, seems
to whisper to us of the surcease from
labor, and the dawn of earth's first
Sabbath, when "the morning stars
sang together, and from world to
world all the sons of God shouted
for joy"
How fair the world looks today |!
Never was the ocean as quiet as the
blue deep above us now. A few
clouds lie at anchor, drifting a little
here and there; and only the far-off
murmur of stream or the birdsong
from an overhowing heart breaks the
with His stately steppings and our
hearts heard the soft footballs as He
came and whispered to us, "Peace be
with thee, perfect peace, 0 children
of Cod"
Across the fields the breeze watts
the mournful notes of a bird in the
forest. It sounds like doves call,
and bears our minds back to other
days, and
.The friendships old, and the early loves,
Come back with Sabbath sound as OF oovess
In quiet neighborhoods."
Down in the green glens the golden
light falls upon the growth of tender
shrubs like a pure thought upon a
tender mind, or a benediction upon
the heart of growing child Of God.
Now we hear the jubilant chorus that
rings through the green-roofed tenn
pies, whose gold cleaned columns re-
mind us of the temples of old, where
once dwelt the radiant presence of the
Creator of all things, visible and in
visible.
Over on the steep hillside we found
this morning a gold carpet of wild
marguerites, fit for a king to walk
over yet God spread it out for us,
His children. So we strolled upon
it up to the dim old forest hall where
the wild Robin Hoods, the free heart
ed birds, were holding high carniva
amid its ringing arches.
During the morning hours we hae
strolled down to a stream that flowed
through the woods, whose banks wer'
lined with beautiful ferns. We stop
ped at one place, where the stream
flowed over the lower end of fla
rock and formed silver cascade
striking the rock below with roar
ing sound. We rested awhile upol
the upper part of the fiat rock ant
studied the word of God, the pur
stream of life.
After that we listened to the tree
as they whispered to each other. Cal
it be true that the leaf-crowned forest
kings whisper to each other Of tn
legends Of earth in its prime, whe
their forefathers, from whose stoc
they spray, looked serenely dow
upon the happy wales where dive
together in peace the lion and th
lamb? Now they clap their lea
palms together as If in glee, and "
wonder what they are telling eac
other. At one place we saw tin
rivulet fall over a fallen twig an
sparkle in a ray of sunlight like th
, eyes of a happy maiden. Farthe
, down the darkling stream flowed
silence beneath the long rows
q gnarled Spanish oaks, and seemed
Sleep beside the old gray rocks th'
r line the hillside.
9 And God has filled these Sabbat
/ days with blessings for His childre'
: Yet these days are but foretastes
the glad days of eternity, when Il
2 ; great family of God shall gather eat
r Sabbath day around the great teache
the lovely Redeemer of men. The
we shall assemble in that fair gardt
where the tree of life shall yield !
wondrous healing leaves and fruit f
: the immortal children of dust al
& hear from the lips of the Saviour Il
le words of wisdom that He alone
able to impart. Then the trees al
IS rocks, yes, and the starry HEAVIER
,e shall unfold their secrets, hidden
:, ages from the sin-blinded children
ID earth.
er Till then we must learn and wa
er and to wait means to labor. The
a. will be much to learn and to overcon
The confusion of voices will seem