The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 18??-19??, 1913-07-08
DREAMING IN THE TWILIGHT
r. Henry BIolnt. +,

Sitting here in the deepening gloom
Of the neiiowlnc twilight and with
e~tlns softened and sw-etened by
the haiio~ins Influences that always
sweep over ones heart as Va SIT and
yield to that sweet melancholy that
IS always felt when the shadows
those silent and voiceleSs pail bearers
IN the funeral procession Of day
pass on 10 the ceruet-r. ia
ne begin to muse and m with
God and dream Of Heaven and IL
rest. and It's b~ieSsedne~ and long and
crave and hunger for its beautitudes
and Its feilc1tleS. its symphonies and
Its harInonies ana it's raptIrrS. and
Tor those joys that are luaperlshabie
and for those flowers OF happiness
that live in perpetual bloom and frac-
rance. Here in this earth lle all
joys and all pleasures arc ~ph~merai.
and are As eNaneScent as the QulVeriHe
Hastings OF the dazzling lishtninss
that write out in sitt@ring Offerings
upon the black parchment OF the
clouds the awe lnspl rir. sentence Be
hold and know that l an God. and
which electrliH for a moment and then
Jade away into the ray.esS deeps Of
| space. and leave not enc single bril-
liant letter there TO tell II lis thrill
ing CorruScations. Yes. all things
earthly are subject TO decay and soon
er or later must fade, ~ither. droop.
perish and pass forever away. TIE
SlitterIng dew crops which sparkle
with such diamond-like brilliance in
their fragrant Coron2l at morning. die
under the kisses OF sunbeams. and
pass away like a snow flake upon the
bosom OF a river. The beautiful rain
bow, child of the light and the sha-
dow, born in The wedlock Of the sun
beams and the rain drops and nursed
on the echoes Of the retreatiHg storm.
yields to the inevitable fiat OF the in
axDlara BILE i3W OF decay and IN a ma
Tent. in the NV milking of an eye. all
of its v~ariegated colorings-its beauty.
its splendor and its loneliness are
drowned in the flood light OF the eff
fulSent sun and not one trace is left
to tell where its iridescent glories had
glistened.
The beauties of the woodland. the
fragrance Of its blooming flowers, the
murmur Of its ripping cascades. and
the tunefuineSs Of its Cod laugh, min
strelsy, whose gladful notes thread the
air with a melody as weet as echoes
from Heaven-yeS. all these are sub
jec1 to the sa me inexplorable law. and
like the dew drops and the rainbow
they. too, yield to the touch of decas
and pass away. Yes. even the stars
which blossom out into such rich
: bloom Of brilliance upon midnigh,
skies, and enrich a world with their
r sparkling wealth. yield to the same
stern, immutable. i~rrevocable decree
, ana III the QulStTlnS SldSnlnE OF some
da zzlins meteor we behold the bril-
liant funeral train Of some dead sta
on its f~re-paved pathway TO everlast
ing burial. But there is one hin
0 which annot die. There is a life
S Jesus-given-which lives in the eter
e nifty OF it's own undecaying and undy
n ing vigor and freshness and glorifie,
e beauty, and it has a joy and a peac,
and q rapture about it that eternit.
itself cannot fathom or measure o
n bound. Yes, there is too on earth tn
Christians hope of that glorious i'm
n mortality. and protected as ii is in tn
arms Of religion. and nursed on tn
faith Of the promises Of Jesus. it. toe
has an eternity Of existence. and grow
g stronger. purer and brighter as lii
4 runs down its channe to the ocean O
Il death. And even Its glory beams vii
n flash across the darkened chasm, an
4 illufnA and brighten up the inky dee
4 which rolls between time and eterni
h ", and disclose TO enraptured vision
beautiful glimpses Of the blessed have
OF peace and rest which lies gliStenin;
a all bright and resplendent with tha
- glory light which flashes in everlastin
= sp0rkIeS from the throne OF God.