The Adair County news., 1914-06-03
ial in it's bidding? Love goes deeper
than any grave. Many waters cannot
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Earth, lie those VINO nave occupied
places of distinction in church and
state, saints in plenty and directors in
affairs not few. Here are those whom
the world could never spoil, and here,
alas, are those whose lives were warped
and twisted and gnarled by sin. For
it must be true that here, also, in their
long, last sleep, repose those who were
marred and Scared and scared by the
hot breath ST appetite and desire, and
whose unruly and turbulent passions
carried them along as by maddened
steedS. Yet love levels to common
denomination, and in the silent craft
manship of Death, love forgets and
forgives. Love may, yea, love does,
forget frailty and foible and weak
ness. But love will never let 60 the
memory of life that has lived by its
side. Sin cannot weary love, nor
lapse of time change it.
''And it is love, and naught else,
that brings us, families and friends,
together this afternoon.
Moreover, this love says concerning
its departed loved ones, that they are
not forever lost to sight and sense. 1t
declares that in the Beautiful Isles
Of Somewhere these live on, and that,
afterawhile, there shall be reunion.
One may not argue with such instinct
as this. Love will have it no other
way but that Though a man die, he
shall live again And love is right.
This instinct of love is infallible.
There must be no ending to life. Life
is too sacred. Life is too costly. 1t
mas breathed into it the life of God,
and God cannot die. If God is forever,
so is life. Love says so, and love is
the sum of life. Love is subtler and
more cleared-eyed than any science.
Love knows and will take no denial in
this matter of Immortality. A man,
great in many respects, stood one time
at the bier of his brother to say some
thing that might bring cheer to be-
reayed hearts. But all that he could
forecast as to the future was that per-
haps listening faith could catch the
rustic of a wing Another man stood
above the stilled form of his dead
brother, and as he gave thanks for the
departed life, and sought succor for
bereaved ones at the throne of the
heavenly grace, men who heard him
said that it seemed that as Moody
prayed the very heavens opened, and
the angels of God assembled and de-
scended on the devoted head of that
godly son of man. Yea, love, taught
of faith, says it can glimpse the after
whites. Tennyson voiced it in In
Memoriam,' concerning his friend
Hallam So did James Whitcomb
Riley:
All, the endless afterwhilesi
- Leagues on leagues. and miles on miles
In the distance far withdrawn.
Stretching on and on and on,
Till the fancy seems footsore
And sinks in the dust before.
The last milestone's granite face.
Hacked with Here beginneth space
All, far distant winds and wings,
Mystic smiles and beckonings,
Lead us through the shadowy aisles
Out into the Afterwhiles.'
"Believe, my friends, in the instinct
of love Garry away with you from
this place the sure knowledge that
love will have its way in final reunion
Let me tell you story in which thi:
deep meaning of love is caught anC
held. 1 would that you carry it'll
your hearts, for it has the secret O.
love and deathless life:
"Once upon aItime there was little
girl, and she fell sick. She was he
fathers only child And every night
on going to bed, she had been used tt
coming into her fathers study, claC
in her white night-robe. to kiss hin
goodnight. And she always threw
her arms about his neck, and said
Good night, daddy, IN see you AGAR
in the morning.
"While she was i'll, her father haC
come to her room to give the good
night greeting, because she could moi
come to him. And it was always The
old formula 'Good night, dear dad
dy, I'll see you again in the morning.
But finally came the time agains
which the father had been steelins
himself. But even on that last nigh
she did not fail him. For as fathe
laid his cooling cheek against her hot
and fevered one, she said, as Away
before: Good night, dear daddy, II
see you again in the morning
"And it was even so. For when tn
father had done his appointed task
and the days work was over, he wen
out, also, into the evening. And folk
say, and so believe, that they are al
three in the morning-land-the moth
er, who died as the child was borI
the father and his only daughter-a
three of them.
''And this is the genius of this ma