Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1914-09-09
What a Wonderful World This
is. in Which we Live.

Mr.. Editor This morning [ am
standing upon an elevation, looking
down below at the Keowee valley.
This is where the Indian would lay
low the roebuck and the deer and
would angle the mountain trout in
this beautiful river of the Keowe,
in the long ago. 1t was along this
valley and throughthese gorges and
up and down these hills they would
settle their Disputes of boundary
and dominion, and where the red
men wooeu and won his forest born
lover.
This morning, September lst, l
am standing at the foot hills of the
Blue Ridge mountains, and the
sun is coming out of the gates of
the east throwing its fire upon the
cloud, its gold upon the trees and
its silver upon the waterfalls. look
ing up at the same time at the noun
tain peaks pointing heavenward.
The scene is beautiful, grand, and
it is glorious because it is God s
handy work. One standing with me
had to exclaim the mountains also
declared the glory of God. And tien
I thought as 1 was gazing upon
these great mountains, Goods SEN
finals to the plains) l said who
gave us this beautiful world, where
every leaf is most artistic in its out
line, where every culver of limb
shakes beauty into the air. Who
could study this wonderful world,
this outline of mountain and valley
and plain; who could mediate on
the beautiful waterfalls, the river,
the sky and the cl- Ids, the morning
and evening, the day and the night,
the starlight and the moonlight,
who can study this beautiful place
without recognizing the fact that it
was given by some Almighty lover
of the divinely beautiful. 1t seems
a strange thing that man can look
out upon the rainbow, can see the
morning appear without being i'm
pres ed deeply at the wonders of the
Almighty. Look upon tree, limb,
forest. mountain, valley and flower
in their wonderful variety and the
air laden with their sweet fra
GRANGE, and see God therein. The
Psalmist loved to look at these
things by day and by night, in its
calms and in its storms. lie loved
its stars and its water brooks, its
fir trees, its radiant sun rise, and
its noon days. And the master him
self must have found JOY among the
fields of grain, md by the brookside
and in the flowers of the field, and
iu company with natures solitude
to which he often retired for
strength and rest. Can one to stop
and think and look at the sun set
in it's marvellous beauty without
recognition of a wonderful divine
hand. And what a heart he must
have had for loving, and what a
mind he must have for color, what
a genius he must have had for crea-
tion. The giver of this wonderful
world, we ought to learn His voice
and recognize it. The untutored In
dian living in the forest in the ear
ly days of this country was a great
er artist in his way than are some
of the most advanced Christians of
to-day. The red man recognized
divine being in the sound of the
sea, as the great storm drlfted into
the shore. Let him who loves ma
ture, go forth Ito the mountain top
and there look and read, you who
loves the creator, ride upon the
ocean waves, and see the mighty
pillows roll and hear their voice;
and we can see God therein.
l am going to White Water to-day
with my fishing tackle to catch