The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1910-10-23

cell bars uplifts the heart OF the felon
aye, even the weeping clouds soften the
seasoned sinner and he falls prone be-
fore his Maker, lamenting his shortcom-
ings and uttering profuse thanks for the
enyrons of life-its blessings. Nature is
omnipOtence.
Wrapt in the glory OF heaven.
ROBBED IN the garments OF truth,
Nature uplifts the down-tr odden,
Engendering vigor and youth.
Many a wanderer, weary.
Bowed 10 the earth In despair,
Seeing the sunburst OF morning
Taketh new heart. and In prayer
Renders sweet praise TO the Master.
Almighty dispenser OF love,
For the manifold blessings OF nature
Bringing sweet peace from above.
CHARLES ALBERT BREWTON.
IS street Northwest.
Nature is a library filed with rare
books OF art, science, and philosophy. II
is rich mine from which may be mined
precious metals and jewels: II Is a bub-
bling fountain from which Ife-giving
waters ever flow. No one can long come
in conlao with nature without being
greatly influenced by IL. But II we de-
sire TO possess the gree al.0Wledge il i'm
parts we must read ~ peFEs attentively
and between the l'a@= r desire TO be
enriched by It's yfecIe $ metals and
jewels we must dig dep. If We desire 10
drink Of It's crysta! waters We must thirst.
The thoughtful person can ind good
company IN a dry leaf or a tiny blossom:
while 70 such a one the whispering
boughs will speak OF the simple life and
It's possibilities. To see springing forth
from the black mud green plants bearing
snow-white blossoms; 10 see tiny acorns
swelling into giant oaks; TO see trees
laden with fragrant blossoms to-day and
luXuriant fruit tomorrow. is to see a
wonderful manifestation OF the power
OF God and Of His love for the beautiful
It is for US, then, 10 store our minds
with natures knowledge; TO bedeck our
characters with It's Jewels OF love: 70
drink Of its life-giying fountains that our
lives may bring forth the snoW-white
blossoms and the precious fruit
HARRY 7. BROWN.
2ei street northwest.
Be a theme, however homely,
II is glorious at her will,
Like a common air TRANSPORTED
BY a Masters skill.
No one marveIs at her beauty,
Blended with perfect whole:
Beauty seems just the expression
OF her soul.
Nature is the soul speaking. the full
relationship between man and his Cod;
the power and majesty Of life, which
breaks through every obstacle and creates
the highest order Of lave. II is the
touch OF tenderness that tears down the
barriers Of life-the faithful mother of
everything that rings true and speaks 10
us in the speech Of divine wisdom
Thy voice is where the white wave
CLEANS,
10 the one-toned bells OF rippled streams
In the wind that stirs the shadoWy pine
Never a voice so sweet as thine.
ALLIE SHARPE BALCH.
1896 Evclid street.
What do we mean by nature? ASK the
bread winner as, after the toll OF the
day, he seeks the Out-0f-door creative
ness
Hear the answer IN his encouraged hope
and patient continuance in we'll doing.
beat of the little child as she bounds
through the crowded street 10 reach the
tiniest bloom. though found in artificial
ash-graveled walks Ask the cynical,
world-hurt automaton, who breathes be-
cause he cannot sti1e the heart beat. and
you read your answer In the perseverance
awaiting the springtime OF courage.
BY natures own prophetic seasons re-
turn IS voiced the promise heard by the
soul imbedded in sorrow. This, too, will
pass" Nature is the link between seen
and unseen; between Creator and created
To the self-avowed agnostic, nature is
God, and through that recognition is the
approach 10 the real. Nature is the
priceless seIf-supplying gift-the angel Of
life; defining the undennabIe. II is the
banner word Of the optimist; teaching
charity. in the forgiving-or giving for
though met by neglect and ingratitude,
nature is the resurrection OF its own de-
cay and the symbol OF life more abund-
ant" NINA VERA HUGHES.
50 Warburton avenue. YoukeTs, y. Y.
Like two cathedral towers these stately
pines.
Uplift their fretted SUBMITS tipped with
cones;
The arch beneath them IS not built with
stones,
Not art, but nature, traced these lovely
lines,
And carved this graceful arabesque of
vines
No organ but the wind here signs and
means,
No sepulcher conceals a martyrs bones;
No marble bishop on his tomb reclines.
Enter. the pavement carpeted with
leaves.
Gives back a softened echo to thy tread!
Listen. The choir is singing, all the
birds
In leafy galleries beneath the caves
Are singing, Listen, ere the sound be
fed,
And learn there may be worship without
wotds.-LOngfellow
NAE H. SHAW.
eco abroad upon the paths of nature,
and when all its voices whisper and its
silent things are breathing the deep
beauty of the world, kneel at its simple
altar, and the God who hath the living
waters shall be there.
LAURA Y. ALLEN.