The commercial. (Union City, Tenn.) 190?-193?, 1909-08-20
Keep Working, Keep Smiling
and Win!
(BY JOHN 4. JAYNE. J

It's long day that never comes to
evening.
It's a long night that has no morn
ing.
It's long storm that never finds a
clearing
The fact OF the matter is, friends,
there is an end to all things.
Sooner or later the sun will peep out
from behind every cloud.
Sooner or later all wrongs will be
righted.
To-day is thousand times better than
this day 500 years ago.
What a strange age you will find it
to be!
An age without printing presses, books
of any kind.
An age without telephone and tele-
graphs and not such thing dreamed of
as photographs.
An age before the invention of the
compass and the astrolabe. When men
were afraid to push out on the unknown,
the unexplored, the uncharted ocean.
When men must hug the shore in all
voyages. When far distant lands, that
some day should be peoped with a great
and progressive race, were unknown.
An age when there were no conven-
fences of any kind for anybody. When
kings hardly knew how to write and
queens were unlettered and unlearned.
Darkness may endure for season,
but light cometh at last
Even in those dark ages there we're
men and women who heard the lark
song OF hope singing in their hearts
Even then there were men and women
who caught the first faint glimpse of a
brighter day coming and looked and
lived for the day that was to be.
They were in darkness, but they knew
that sometime, somewhere, the light
would break, and they lived for the
| light breaking. Like Abraham of the
centuries far down the hills of life, they
looked for city that had foundation,
whose builder and maker was God"
They kept faith with themselves and
their ideals. They incorporated their
faith and their ideals and worked in the
faith Of their ideals. People laughed at
them, called them dreamers, Missionaries
and malcontents.
People said of them from the be-
ginning things have continued as they
are, and to the end they must CON
tinue."
But these dreamers" who were to be
the fathers and mothers of the oncoming
Luthers, Columbuses, Balboas and
Guttensberg just kept working, hoping,
smiling, and down the long aisle OF the
years saw the golden beam of justice"
turn to the side of down trodden and
poverty-stricken common people.
They lived in faith and they died in
hope. They had not seen the full reali-
cation Of the things of which they
dreamed, yet they were persuaded con-
corning them, and the invisible became
peopled with the new race of their
creation, and beating with the new in
ventions Of their genius.
Theirs was hard camping place, but
they persisted in the fight. They con-
tinued in the march. They pitched
their tents OF their camping where the
first cleaning of the morning star
would fall upon them. They lived,
suffered and endured, but they lived,
suffered and endured not in vain.
Their hopes became realities, solid
foundations, eternal establishments.
Others followed in their footsteps and
builded better than they knew upon the
foundations the fathers had established. |
We are inheritors of all the past |
We lay not our own foundations. We
build on our foundations. Life is a |
continual series of foundation Iayings. |
On our work coupled with the work of |
other men will the. great temple of truth
and peace and purity be established.
To-day we hear the ring of the trowel
and the blow of the hammer. Some
day, because we and our ancestors have
labored wisely, have the clear tone and
join in the chorus that shall rise when
the temple is completed.
We are just laborers. Laborers with
the men of the past, of to-day and the
lays that are tobe. Our lives are linked
with theirs, and all linked in harmony
With the great architect of the universe
will produce the result that he desires.