The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1909-12-06
TRIBUTE TO THE
MEMORY OF DEAD
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MEMURl uF DEAD
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the maimcd temple OF the baby life she
holds at her breast. But as beneath the
broidered lawn the MAIN Is hid. and the
flower face mirroring heavens light Is
turned to fond view, so VIC come bid
ding the winged messengers of other days
to bring with swift flight the record OF
all the worth and kindness the virtue
and unsel;lshness, the love and the Gcnu-
Inc. undying things that shot through
the lives OF these your brothers In thelI
earthly pilgrimage like threads OF gold
through the silken meshes Of an Oriental
web.
This Is Loves Hour.
This is loves hour when tho heart
Graves the presence and the sight OF Its
beloved dead. The rollcall summons
them not that We may emphasize that
OF the earth earthly. that moved In them
as in us HES love and sweetness; but
that upon the yesterday or earth may
fall memory's golden Hight kissing into
living Splendor all Its touches. The pain
os Of life is in few things so writ as
in the hearts loyalty to It's ideals. The
diviueness OF our imagninss is evidenced
in loves persistence and the devotion OF
the soul 10 those who have drunken with
us at loves bubbling spring,
II Is beautifully 1T and htly bcautiiul
that YOU should In this lodge OF sorrow
dignity the fraternity whose spirit mas
touched YOU with tenderness aud Tor q
nee ting hour cnthronc tho humble souls
that have filled with ours the WOOL oil
lito'S simple. sweet. brave commonplaccS.
You should remember not only tne
bond that holds In common life inc
myriad sons OF men who ever. latter ny
the way of life and ever on the Up noeu
frame Forgive me. Father, O forgive.
but like wise that herolsm and beauty
that mark even the humblest OF men
again and again. So today IN living
hands We hold not the withcrcd Hover
falling again 10 lis nature dust, but the
perfume OF living souls is gathered in the
challce crystal. souls that in LIES simple
deeds of fidelity and sacrifice won tha'
Chaplct OF remembrance We lay upon th'
serene brows unconqucrcd OF death phys
They rise In thc light OF the morning
whose glory abldcs. whose lofty purpose
no accidTnt mars no human n hoar, 5Ins go2e: ae
even slowly 10 learn the lesson abiding
OF old remembrance was for the sTca,
alonc-thc great OF place and power. But
hypnotized by gorgeous splendor and
glittoring state. whose crimsons were
the blood dye OF the great masses, whose
pearls were frozen tears OF common hu-
manity.
Walked Not in High Places.
They whom We mourn walked not ir
the worlds high places where the dizZN
height too often lends madness TO maj
the glory that might be. The fire OF
commanding genius that touches the le"
blazcd not IN their souls. But they were
great TO those who loved them, and They
are remembered here with sorrow be-
cause In simple fidelity they did life
duty. despite the common human failing
IN simple love they served the world anc
their fellows. in simple heroism wrought
and endured AS they loved they ilunt
with generous hands into the places o.
pain bit Of cheer. into the home O.
sorrow a handful OF love; into maimed
crushed lives a poscy of the hearts swee
charity.
This great fraternity is built upon th'
comprehension of the essential goodnes:
IN the hlInblest soul that walks the cartl
and OF eternal compulsion 10 mutua
love and sacrifice. Because VIC ourselves
shall soon be d part Of yesterday anI
memory. The song OF today and low
men are building on the carth-the ston'
vf service that rests on the foundation o
brotherhood. We are at last where "
sense the truth We find it not onll
In the bonds OF that marvellous com
mon life that beats in president an
paupcr, but one which Is welded In tn
golden links of common needs ana sor
rows. the great hcart-gricts and mora
crises In the common failings and de
pendencles OF the human heart.
But One Destiny,
| There Is but one destiny, one end be
| fore men In the earth. that is the com
mon realization OF the family He in tn
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! of God, our Father.
Through all the clanGor and clamor o
| selfishness that mars the world peac
there arises AN anthem which III increas
! ing strength Is sounded as men for low
| of man and love OF God arc giving them
| selves with their gifts to the needy q
| the earth the broken and the sorroWln
| OF the race We can pay our debt To TN
| marvellous past whose pangs and sur
| fcrlngs gave us birth. We can discharg
| Iffe's debtorhood in no erandcr way tha
as we pay TO the need OF the presen
! the debt OF the past.
| Eack Of all our differences OF racI
| country and creed. convictions and hcri
| tages, we are coming to see the onencs
| OF the great brotherhood and TO labo
| for It's establishment In love. Let u
rejoice In the beauty OF that love Whic
is our portion and which glorifics eve
the conmoncst life. To these who hav
love: tears for heart loss and heart Ions
ing; tears for smiles vanished and voice
| gone; love for all thar in the lives
these our brothers have passed FROM laoc
into rest.
Miss Amy Osborne then gave plea
ing rendition of 'sThe Earth Is I'll
Lord s. - The orchestra gave ''VeI
Creator and Mrs, Peters and Mr.. CIR;
ham sang very acccptablv, go. Love ID
vine. - " Praise Ye the Father by II
duartctte, and well sung, was the clio
ing number.
The usual lodge ceremonies were tho
gone through. the lodge and audienC
Joined irr singing the doxology, an
bcnedicton by the chaplain closed tl
, exercises. Miss Irene Kelly made
splendid accompanist.
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