The citizen. (Honesdale, Pa.) 1908-1914, 1909-11-26
IMPRESSIVE SERVICES AT GRACE
EPISCOPAL CHURCH YESTERDAY MORNING
SWIFT PASTOR THE HoNEsDALE PRESBYTERIAN
CHURCH, SPEAKER DAY.

Whatever turn the path may take
to left or right,
think it follows
The tracing of a wiser hand, though
dark or light,
Across the hills and in the shady
| hollows.
Whatever gift the hours bestow, or
| great or small,
l would not measure
AS worth a certain price of praise
but take them all
And use them all, with simple
heartfelt pleasure.
For when we gladly eat our daily
bread, we bless
The hand that feeds US;
And when we walk along life's way
in cheerfulness,
Our very heart-beats praise the Lord
that leads us.
1t is said that Leonardo di Vinci
| held Tyre in his hand while he
painted. This was one of the Sc
crets of his superb work as an ar
tist-his heart was joyful-no one
can do his best work with a sad
heart. 1t would be we'll If all of us
should learn to hold a Tyre in our
hand as we work with the other,
whatever our duty or our task may
be-" "The joy of the Lord is our
strength"
Yes, know all about the under
current of sadness in many hearts
as we come to this festival of cheer.
How hard it is to wear the smiling
| face when hunger-the hunger of
love is gnawing at the heart, as we
think of one short year ago, and
of the empty chair at the fireside,
and the table; but God, in his wise
and loving purpose has led our
dear ones on, and has come into our
lives only to soften and refine us,
while in this way we become par
takers of the Divine nature and the
glory that shall be revealed.
There are SO many, sorrows IN onr
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| pearls,
To count them DER and keep them
all in mind.
A day of sunshine where we looked
for rain,
A sudden bird-sing when the skies
are gray;
The first frost-painted leaf that fiut-
ters down,
The breeze that blows some vexing
thought away;
The sleep that bears us far from toll
| and care,
And gives new strength to meet
the days demand;
AIM oh, above the rest, the faithful
friends
Who always love and always un-
derstand.
! Yea, life hath many sorrows for us
all,
And hearts grow faint with long
continued i'll;
| But let us clasp our rosary of joys
And hold them in our dear remem-
brance still"
One fact stands out supreme in our
| lives, if we are Gods children, and
tits true that he has revealed his
great heart in Jesus Christ, and that
| is: That he loves us-and so makes
all things to work together for our
good; the storm-the binding
| lightning-the reverberating thund-
er-the crash of falling hopes-life's
bitter disappointments. What won
derful thing is human love, and yet
it only family tells us what Gods
love means. DR.. Coyle tells us the
story of a mothers love-the love
that comes nearest to Gods love:
I'm our great Civil War there was a
woman up in Maine who received a
| letter which ran like this: willie
is sick; he is dying" The mother
read the letter, and looking at her
husband, she said, Father, l must
go to Willie" mo, wife, you can
not CO." he replied sadly. "It is i'm
possible. You know there is a line
of bullets and bayonets between you
and Willie" She did what Chris
tian mother always does when her
boy is in peril. She laid the matter
before the Lord and prayed all night
Next morning she said, Father,
must go toWillie, l must"
"Well, wife," he said, II do not
know what will come of this. 1 am
fearful, but If you will go, there is
the money"
She hastened to Washington. In
the White House was man with a
heart as tender as a woman's, united
to a purpose as set and irresistible
as is the Mississippi river. She told
her errand, and brushing away a
tear, he handed her a paper, saying,
"There, Madam, that will take you