The Hawaiian gazette., 1914-12-08


rural labor. stilled the pillow boy 8
whale, anu the, milk maids song.
saddest and Best Beloved Day
This il the saddese and the best
beloved, day IN all the long calendar
OF our order. This Is the day for mem.
DRY and for tears. We have met to pay
gentle and tender and loving tribute
to the memory Of our dead brothers
who have gone before We have prom
ised--and we now meet TO fulfll that
promise--that our brother 3 faults we
WOULD write upon the shifting aud fast.
moving sands; their virtues and our
lasting memory of them, we would write
upon the craven tablets Of our hearts.
ssThefe Is not an Elk 3 grave upon
any windswept HILL but ID Il weshave
buried with him his every. fault, as
he would hare generously done foraus
This memorial day is not peculiar to
Honolulu. II is as universal as our
order. In the snow shronded and win,
ter-HWept country Of our north, amid
the orange groves and whispering pines
Of my native south, in the silenees and
the solitpdes OF lone mountain trails,
10. the rush and roar Of our busy marts
Of commerce; where sailors stand be-
fore the out,stretched sails. or the foot
falls of sentiDels echo to thel hills
wherever God 3 sunlight falls upon him,
or the gathering clouds envelope him,
every Elk stops for while upon his
Journey and asks fiod's blessing upon
the brothers who have before him
gone home. ~ ~ "a 45,ss
wonld Mot Have Thsn hack
fsBut II would be pngenerous 10
wish them back. with them the fight
ing is ended and the victory won; with
us the turmoil and the strife, the eark.
ing cares and the hopes not realized
are ever present. With them the har-
vest moon is golden and the grain is
Qarnered all, We sing the song Of
seed time and Of planting: they shout
the melody OF the feapers song, stand
ing within the glory Of their heavenly
home. We sail the long aud weary
miles Of stormy waters; they have
fufled their sails, their anchors are
dropped. They are "a hafbor Of peace
and they know nothing but love. II
were ungenerOns TO wish them back,
bit let us 10 live that when the sum
mons u sounded for us, we can meet
Deaths angels without a tremor or a
fear; and when we are given ehal.
lenpe bv the grim and ghostly sentinel
Of the dead, we can bravely answer, 4
nm here t.t
Dcath Has No siding
H'I have always thought II wrong TO
| teach childhood the fear OF death. ]
have always thought Il the soaring
Of pinions to fly and not the folding
Of wings forever. What q beautiful
\ thought IL is I'd believe that when we
kiss the dear dead face OF our loved
(, one. we are saying only for q while
Goodnight; that beyond the shadows
and the clouds, beyond the laughing
stars; beyond the blue bend OF the
sky. some day we win say 70 them
with lips bubbline with loves laughter
Good morning. There Is no unhelief:
Whoever plants a seed beneath th'
sod,
And waits to see it push away the clod
Believes In God.
.ssA belief In the immortality Of tn,
soul Il as old as Time. That BELLE
came In with our first parents and i
i viii remain until Times latest day
when the great Ornament will be roile'
ri, like scroll. 1t was hoary witt
age when the stars sang together AM
walked the world with their morniai
/ overtures: IL is as 'old as the rock
ribbed hills--as ancient as the sun.
There Is no human being who does no
entertain that belief. who does no
cherish IL in his soul. and nurse
10 keep II warm. The winds fror
heaven proclaim II, the throat Of son
birds give It voice; II is reflected !
y the soft light Of the stars, and
mirrored 10 tie silyery sheen Of
summer moon.
Truth Of immortality
II awe find the truth of immOrtalit
a IN the death and resurrection Of tn
| fowers--we see them droop and di
|. and fall unop forest, hill and field, W
y see the naked earth Of winter, brow
and scar; we see for the flowers, thei
winding sheet Of snow, their bier Q
glistening ice, but we know that bs
yohd the months Of winter there
I awaiting the flowers, the never broke
promise of Springs resurrection. 70
We know that ID the spring time, III
earth stepped by the quickening rains