The commercial. (Union City, Tenn.) 190?-193?, 1912-05-03
A Daydream.
BY c. +. TRAvATHAx.


r commemorative Of the great fact OF
I which civilization rests. The coming
! and going generations OF mankin,
: have for many centuries hailed its com
: ing with reverent Joy, and as the hu
5 man thought area widens and mel
grow wiser, changing the worlds maps
: and realms long lying in darkness be
( comes Illuminated, advancing humani
ty holds Easter dear and halls its ad
: vent with joyous and reverent gladness
The dial hands Of the great clock of the
ages have marked the flight Of more
! than nineteen hundred years since the
first glad Easter morning dawned, and
the current of the great river of hui
man thought was reversed to flow hence
forth toward the ocean OF love, with
its its mingled waters divine and hui
man. Rejected by some and even sneer-
ed at by others in its daMning human
thought and love still hail it gladly
and pour their richest treasures at the
feet of the risen Christ. 1t is some
what strange that this is the case, and
it would not, could not be, was it not
fact that risen Christ comes as the
natural answer OF infinite love to, the
wall of the human family.
This great desire has ever been ex-
pressed by the generations of men,
coming from the shadows back of the
cradle, and going out into the shadows
beyond the touch.
The Syrian voiced it in the charac-
tiers carved in the marble blocks of his
ruined, buried cities. The Jew voiced
it in the matchless songs falling in ten
der harmony from the harp OF the
great shepherd King. The Greek woye
it into the texture Of his poetry, and
Homer looked ever in expressions OF
plaintiye hope, as he looked through
the portals Of death to the fields of inn
mortality beyond the river Styx.
Mans universal prayer for a great
revelation seems to have been naturally
answered by listening love in the resur-
rection Of Christ, and hence the loyalty
with which the human family hold to
this answer.
1t was the answer Of divine love to
the cry Of human love. Sitting in inn
penetrable gloom and weeping in dim
hope for those who have gone out into
the shadows, forms and faces faded
from human sight, but not from mem
DRY, as it keeps its vigil at the mound
where the mournful measures OF moral
ity came whispered through slumbering
dust of the dear dead So sat each
coming and going generation, from the
dawn Of the morn Of human history,
unto the sweet Easter morning in Judea,
when the Christ arose and comfort came
unto the world that loved, and yet
abides to sing at each Easter dawn,
needless OF the cherries chatter Of I'M
belief, and chanting hope anthems OF
praise at the throne OF the risen Prince
of Peace, who led captivity captive
and gave good gifts unto man." This
natural answer of the divine love to the
universal cry of the sorrow-burdened
race renders it useless for any one to
cry out against it, for no matter what
may be the logic, Of unbelief, by resist
less influence love moves toward the
empty tomb Of Joseph, and her eternal
links bind human hearts to the sweet
story of the risen Christ. Iu its light
the dear faces Of our dead come back to
us, we hear again the voices hushed
unto us, while with reckoning hands OF
immortal beauty they call us to bow in
memory at the altar, and let hope
crown us while gentle peace chants her
comforting measures to the soul, until
we rise with smile of simple faith and
face nnfalteringly the cares and burdens
of the day.
Beautiful Easter morning, is it only a
day-dream2 No, not dream, but
life's grandest reality If this be a
dream, let me dream on in each Easter
morning as the sunlight dances in the
gate Of day, goId-crowning mountain
and valley, glinting the streams and
kissing the dew-tears from the petals Of
the blushing flowers. Beautiful Easter
morning on this day-dream may
our souls arise from sins unto right
eousness, that we who suffer with him,
may also reign with him IN glory