Tonopah daily bonanza. [volume] (Tonopah, Nev.) 1906-1929, 1911-12-04


nothingness in time of harvest.
What then is life?" the seeker
asks, as one by one the tests of
pleasure, pride or gain fail to sup
ply the mede of Joy his soul doth
crave, but turn to Dead Sea fruit
upon his lips.
To seek the answer drove the
ancients in their quest to find the
Golden Fleece DER many seas and
stranger lands. 1t filled the
thoughts of all in medieval days
whose chivalry arose above the
joust and tournay and the wassail
bowl 1t thrilled the hearts of
Arthur and his Table Round, and
sent them on their sacred search
for Holy Grail
Sir Galahad, the true and errant
knight sans peur ct sans reproche,
rose highest in his concept of the
true import, and unto his was
granted to behold the vision--pure,
samite, wonderful.
To those who turned aside and
spent their time in gentle dalliance,
and with earth-dimmed eyes sought
Truth and Life and Love in mortal
forms and on the plane of human
excellence, no message from the
Infinite appeared.
And so it is. Too oft, in ignor-
ance of who we are and what our
4 high efnprize, we pay no heed unto
the inner voice, which breaches
naught but truth. The ears
through which its sweet and tender
sound may come, percnance are
Z deaf or filled with clamor of this
world its joys and sens lous sway.
But still it speaks, and tells its
: simple tale, and sometime, maybe
in the dead of night, awakening
= from some dream of loss or injury,
: of fear or dark regret, we hear and
} listen and are then convinced.
Or it may be there on the
mountains gray and somber peak,
: with naught of active life to join
companionship, save yonder whir-
ling eagle, gliding through the
/, ether's blue expanse, and not a
sound to mar the stiffness, save the
gentle murmur of the wandering
: breeze, we fix our mind on things
S of deep import and read Gods
thought of truth for US and know
: our oneness with creation and crea.
tion's God.
h Truth, justice, mercy, love oi
fellow-man, uhselfish seeking of oul
e own within brothers good, how
better far than greed and avaricC
e and heartless searching out thu
pleasures of a careless social state
+ How small the trump wreste(
It from a brothers loss, compared Il
r, solacing some bitter woe and bring
ing smiles once more to lips grown
cold with fear or doubt.
h All, true indeed, the poet Byron
words:
X THE drying up single tear ha
more of honest fame than shedding
y seas of gore"
Who has not stood enthralle,
n some summer eve and watched tn
e setting sun touch all the landscap
n into magic fairy land?
e l stood on such night som
r weeks ago The sky was dotte
y here and there with fleecy clouds
II through which the radiant su
Is poured liquid crimson light til
every cloud seemed charged an
y, over-charged with gold and spark
Y, ling tints. The air was still, an
IS as the mighty orb of day dis
.e charged his parting rays across tn
rs gray old plains and towering west
ern hills, the deep and purpl
shades spread on from peak t
t. peak and range to range in quie
lie rivalry of brighter colors on tn
is sky's expanse. And over all, th
le evening hush hung like a benedi,
,h tion.
My thought was lifted to a highe
W realm, and it seemed to me as
as each cloud and peak and dazzlin
of ray of light spoke to my listenin
nd soul.
of stayed not then to think tn;
te maybe chance had by an accidel