The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1911-07-11

arose by the support of her cane and
SAID to those who had finished giving
their experiences. your faith is we'll
founded" That she had met the tur-
bulent waves of the past life and was
stlll battling the waves of adversely
that had wrecked life's ship Of many
near and dear to her; hoping they
would all pray for her, and her advice
TO those who were going to heaven
with so much steam and speed, was to
guide their ships with care and hold
down the valve strings for fear they
would get on too much steam anil
their boilers would burst This advice
give you, to remember and give the
man who tells the first story chance.
1t only makes us feel loving pride
to have you among us and when such
feeling controls the American heart
1t Is a synonym for good. Browning
said: There is no lost good" be-
l1eve It, Good Is as unhidden, indie
structible and everywhere present as
God. Struggle on then, dea. friends,
In the sweet assurance that no word
OF helping kindness, no sweet thought
put into action, no tear of pity, loves
pearl, shall ever perish. From your
senses for while it may disappear;
mortal mists may cloak 1t, Lethe's
waves may touch it, but anon in
some sweeter and better tomorrow,
somewhere In the measuretess realm
OF our stars and stripes, your sweet
ministry unmasked, new in beauty,
fresh in sweetness, will appear ngain,
illuminating the palace of the heart
of man. And after our pleasatt asso-
Citations are ended, let us go to our
homes in the sweet and abiding belief
that with that thought of human kind
ness that makes the whole world kin
we may reach out. and are reaching
out to the immortality of love.
I love loyal heart After Visiting
the different countries of the world
time in the future wilt never lie so
precious to me but Shat part Of it On
every opportunity NAV SOLIDS warn
ing of cur beloved land and her his
tory. On every occas' Il let patriotism
burn it's emblem deep into our hearts
The next burning problem loyal to our
old home. Be the day ever so dark
and you SO far away she always had
something to brighten the gloom
When it is spring on all the woods
she brings us the sweetcs. bouquets
of roses; or, when fall comes, brings
to us the richest and ripest of fruits
She has been kind to us in bright and
stormy weather She has petted, loved
and prospered us. Beautiful as a
dream, kind, loving and generous as a
mother. We love her now and expect
to always love her. A few more re-
turns of the season and we will lie
down to sleep within her generous
bosom, and she will not forget us
either, for we were always loyal to
her She will garland our graves with
flowers, and wet it with the tlews of
heaven. love her and SO do you.
We welcome you here to tell us in
public and private your successes and
failures | was born in the early six
ties in an old town named after the
place where Byron said a sound of
revelry by night and Belgium's CAPT
tai had gathered there; not Waterloo,
Belgium, but Waterloo, Clark county,
In my boyhood days 7 believed the
sun arose down near Alexandria and
set over just west Of Kahoka end
when our Sunday school teacher
would tell us about the heather lands
Of India, ut was as sounding brass
and tinkling cymbal.' We have
learned by experience that once see
ing is worth a hundred times reading
and here we are today seeing each
other in person. Age is telling on
many of us: like time it wears off the
gilt and like the gilded furniture of
ancient date we also become tarnish-
ed In our boyhood and girlhood days
the whole future was overlaid with
gold. How brilliant it was. And as we
grow older the gilt and glitter grows
dim until at last with the journey al
most done, we stand the present laid
bare before us-no gold there-the
trappings of the hoped-to-oe musty
and forgotten, the brilliancy of at
dimmed and corroded and
only this is left to us that far away IN
the future a golden mist hangs just
beyond the sunset where piling clouds
form gates of pearl.