The Brandon news. (Brandon, Miss.) 1892-1961, 1910-11-03

he desire. His mind and his heart
are wrapped up in the desire to aid
suffering humanity; to Tighten the
lot of the toilers, to ease the yoke
of the masters pressing so cruelty
upon the necks Of his brothers, to
comfort the sorrowing, lift up the
fallen, strengthen the weak, to inn
part cheer and hope and aim to
those who are wandering in the
mists of despair, to point with a
steady arm the house of the All
Father, walking uprightly before all
men, with loyc for all and fear for
none.
Maybe his robe becomes soiled
through raising the fallen, his
shoulders bent in aiding the weak,
his hands worn with works Of love
and his feet sore running errands
of mercy, but this is forgotten in
the great content which comes from
his good works and as his body be-
comes worn and weary, his soul ever
grows and expands under the beau
tifuI warmth of brotherly love and
is purified by the fire of truth. This,
world to him is not cursed by God,
nor is the Creators handiwork evil.
His eyes opened by service and his
faith strengthened by work, he sees
beneath the shams and veneer of
half-civilized mankind a great and
good purpose. Through the mists
arising from the great crucible he
sees slowly but surely taking shane
under Gods direction a beautiful
creation. He recognizes that it is all
leading to some good end foreseen
by God only. He sees God in the
flowers, in the wind, in the storm
land tightening, in the night and the
day, yes, he even perceives the i'm
age of the Creator in battered and
sin-stained humanity. He knows
that God will lead to the light and
he is gladly eager to do all in his
power to aid the ends of Providence.
Overcome by these great thoughts
he raises his eyes to Heaven and
cries out from an overflowing heart:
"Oh. Father, / do thank thee for
this bright and beautiful world.
Especially do | thank thee that it
has been my privilege to work.
Without work my soul would have
withered away as the tender flower
exposed to the cold north wind.
Grant me that in the remaining
years of my life | may do more
for my brothers than ever before
Not for my glory, 0 great God, but
for love of thee and thy children"
Probably his end may come in
some wretched howell, unWept by
man. uncared for by love, lighted
only by Gods presence. But to him
it is more gracious than the most
magnificent palace ever conceived
in the mind of a king. Death to
him assumes the appearance of a
bright and smiling angel, glittering
with the light-rays of the celestial
throne. Instead of shrinking in ter
ror from the man-summoDer he
awaits the final moment in blissful
content. The beautiful spirits of
eternal Truth. yielding Mercy and
| fearless Justice comfort his last
moments. GROUPED with these
bright spirits gathered round his
couch. he sees faithful Love, sterl-
ing Integrity, smiling Hope, rosy
Ideal. lofty Ambition. noble Aim
sweet Patience. snotless Honor
md numbprless good Deeds all lend
ing their presence to the bright glory
Of the winged hour. Sweet Memory
llnrolls before him his LIES record
His many mistakes and faults have
been erased and his delighted gaze
beholds only the spotless scroll Of
q useful and well-spent life Ills
last breath is a sigh of content as h.
sinks sweptlv to sleep, and Death
nillowing his soul on his mighty
breast, sweeps ND to God.
Tn losing his life he found it.