Semi-weekly herald., 1911-03-02
Ii. river. and the great water. of tn.

| Ihey heard HIS loving voice In the
songs of the birds and In the soft
whisperings of the winds, and the
music OF the murmuring brooks.
They recognized his smile In the
laughing sunbeams as they kissed the
due from the lips OF blushing nature.
and they inhaled his breath of life
in the perfume of sweet flowers.
They stood appalled, at His anger
when the spirit Of darkness had gone
abroad and spread its sable mantle
over the once smiling bosom OF crea-
tion. They trembled in fear Of Him,
when the thunders verberated and re-
verberated over land and sea, and the
beasts OF prey went forth; the stealthy
panther uttering his piteous but decep-
tive cry, and the ravenous wolf break.
ing the dismal gloom with his bark.
In the darkness and desolatiou they
invoked the Great Spirit for mercy,
for life, for light They did not, like
the palefsces. have:
SO many Gods. so many creeds,
So many ways that wind and wind;
While just the art of being kind
Is all this sad world needs"
With faith as simple and yet as
profound as q baby's belief In its
mothers love, they never had the re-
motest doubt that when a man died
he lived again.
Their creed might be expressed:
Il believe in God and the power OF
truth,
In the wisdom of age and the strength
of truth"
l believe in the pure heart of each
little child,
In the atom of worth In the wretch
defiled."
I believe in the fight till victory's
won,
And smile for death when life is
done"
So we OF the Improved Order OF
Red Men, who have learned from the
teachings and precepts of these simple
children of the forests, come tonight
without the peradventure of doubt,
and put wreaths of flowers on the
graves of our sisters and brothers, not
dead but living across the dark river.
which for time holds US back from
them. OF each of them We say:
His day is come not gone,
His sun is risen, not set;
His life is now beyond.
The reach of death or change,
Not ended but begun"
Or. as beautifully expressed:
There is no death! the stars go down
To rise upon some other shore,
And bright in heavens jeweled crown,
They shine for ever more"
There is no death; the dust We tread,
Shall change beneath the summer
showers,
To golden grain, or mellow fruit,
Or rainbow tinted flowers.
The granite rocks disorganize,
To feed the hungry moss they bear;
The forest leaves drink daily life
From out the viewless air.
There is no death, the leaves may
fall.
The flowers may fade and pass
away.
They only wait. through wintry hours.
The coming OF the May.
There is no death! an angle form,
Walks o'er the earth with silent
tread;
He bears our best-loved things away,
And then we call them dead.
He leaves our hearts all desolate;
He plucks our fairest, sweetest
flowers.
Transplanted into bliss, they now
Adorn immortal bowers.
The bird-like voice, whose Joyous
tones.
Make glad the scene of sin and
strife,
Sings now its everlasting song
Amid the area of life.
Where'er He sees smile too bright,
Or soul too pure for taint or vice;
He bears 1t to that world OF light
To dwell in Paradise.
Born into that undying life,
They leave us but to come again;
With joy we welcome them the same
Except in sin and pain.
And ever near US. though unseen.
The dear, immortal spirits tread
For all the boundless universe
Is life:-there are no dead"
A few months ago, had occasion
on the trial OF a case at the court
house to use as an illustration, the
marvellous miracle picture being ex-
hiblted in all the large cities OF our
land. I am moved TO use the same
picture as an Illustration tonight