The Tucumcari news and Tucumcari times. [volume] (Tucumcari, N.M.) 1907-1921, 1910-01-08
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neither cans thou escape me, nor my
angels. Man born Of woman is born
but to die, and my emissarics people
the world, standing by the banquet
board and the city's gates, knowing
neither age, nor TO the ends Of the
earth, yet will | ovcrtdke thee and
claim thee for my owni"
So holds me the stupor | know not
how long, but at last there comes n
change at first hard to realize. Not
daring to open my eyes, | lie for a
time, till a glad song brings hope back
to my breast. Master of Hosts, what
a change | see! The dark and turbid
flood has changed to a mighty river
OF crystal water, sparkling and ripping
and Ginning from water bells, in the
light of the morning sun, which II
reflected from n thousand faces in the
wavelets that break upon the whitest
and smoothest sands. Far out In tho
flood are coming ships with snow white
sails with the sound Of music and glad
singing. One By one they anchor at
the great white quay and a glad throng
comes toward me. Then | think OF my
bruised and bleeding feet aud torn
clothing, and look at myself in shame,
but 10, there are no wounds; like the
host | Am clothed In shining white, and
feel in my veins 4 youth aud strength
that has been gone for many a year. 1
join the tbrong and pass away from the
river to dud that the desert and tho
awful shapes of the night are gone.
Where was sand and lava and ice, are
green meadows, flowers l never saw
before, noble trees in whose lesfy min.
arets musical birds and soft breezes
join In the grand unison. At last the
city The gates are there but no longer
lead, but, of flashing gold, with pillars
Of rudy bronze, and u phylon of onyx,
lustrous stone. Inc bell IN still there,
but the cord il wound with flowers, the
dccpthroated ehalice is of silver, aud
its tones mark the opening VI the
great gates far and wide, aud IN the
throng | recognize those but last night
torn from the menaced city and swal
lowed up by the powers OF darkness.
There are paeans OF celestial music
"A outstretched arms and rcvercnt
| kisses welcome home the wanderers 10
a city ablaEe with flowers and musical
with strains Of hidden orchestras. AZ
Tar IA the eye eau see comes the glad
train, singing with joy Of hope Justi.
lied. For all there is some waiting At
the great gates, coming out from the
throng with glad cries and tho bliss
of u home coming that shall know no
parting.
Then the sune voice Of the night be.
fore is heard, though it seems to me
that it were celestial with its glorious
melody and it's u~nspeskable tender.
ness; "oh, 20 Of little faith, behold
how | bring my people home. Though
they may wander to the four corners
Of the earth, and forget even me, yet
my love passes the seas and the dos.
erts and the mountains, and none are
forgotten in tho home coming. Tho les
son you have had is but that of life,
which at the end shall open into the
eternal city, where love reigns forever
removing fault and sin and turning
tho soul to the great white throne
All Of which goes to show tha,
there is some rocompenso even IN tho
distorted slumber Of tho man who has
had and still has the grippe.