Iditarod pioneer., 1914-12-26

it can be found in the book, Footsteps to Christ" And she wrote one poem which classed her among the best poets of her time. She died young and before her death she knew not tho merits of her hymn but
 since her death it has sung itself around
 the world half dozen times Which of us
 can hear this sung without coming into the
 realization of the Infinite Spirit, Goo? And where can the man be found no matter how much of skcptic he is, or how much he talks infdellty who, when he sees death
 staring him in the face, will not come into
 line and sing with the others "Nearcr, My
 God, to Thee And why shouldn't he do
 SO? Can he see any other redress or chan
 neI that will lead him right Sure he can
 not But he looks toward his Creator and a
 future of eternal life The real man never dies The body goes back to Adams ma
 tcrial and the real person shoots from this
 life like an arrow out of a bow to regions
 unknown. When we read and think about
 the Titanic, sunk to fathomless abyss, we
 then thinl, about the good God above us,
 but not so much as those 1900 precious
 souls left out on the great ship with the band of marching martyrs on the third
 deck wading through water to their knees. They knew their life on earth was done. They knew their light must soon go out. But the light of God shone in their hearts They believed that God would be with
 them during time without end. At least they showed it by their courage and bravery. They knew that all the powers of earth could not help them then; they knew there
 was only one channel for them, and that
 was toward God. And they became recon cilcd to their fate as the band marched and
 sang "Ncarcr, My God to Thee" The
 great ships survivors out in the dark
 ocean, far enough so the llfeDoatS would
 not be swamped or drawn under by suction
 when the great ship was sinking slowly but
 surely 100 feet of her step heavenwards,
 over 700 fete of her hull ard bow darting
 toward watcry grave, where n' human
 aid will ever reach her-the ship that will
 never return She lies 400 fathoms in the 1 bottom of the Atlantic in a silent grave unknown. But the berg will have no ter
 TOTS for those precious soUls they can look upon the berg as q grain of sand, for God
 in His glory will know them. From dust
 thou art to dust returneth this was not spoken of the soul. Let us consider a mo ment. We know we are here for some purpose It Is not by chance that we are here The human mind, that lofty thing tells it to us
 Better than gold |, the human mind, That in the realm Of books can find \ treasure SUrpaS>lnE Australian ore l The lives of the great and good or wore, The sagcs lore, the poets ray.
 The glory of sunshine passed away. The worlds great drama will thus unfold
 And yield n> pleasure better than gold
 Some say, "I will nct believe what l cannot understand and explain" If so, then they will not believe in heat, light cleo
 t-city, sound, gravit2ton, digestion, atfin-
 ivy, CT anything else they don't understand l We should not ask for an explanation of
 spiritual things, for there IS not one thing
 in the material universe that any human being understands and can explain how why and what 1t Is. So everything m the spirit world IS equally mysterious to man We know but cannot explain the facts that wind blows and the spirit renewS the heart; that water satisfies bodily thirst; tha Christ satisfies spiritual thirst; that heat, light and electricity are mysterious, but realities When all Is well with us we are liable to f rget our being but when we see great danger staring us in the face, then we do not lose tract of OUT Creator, and when we consider that death is no more mysterious than birth. then we know there must '.e
 an Infinite Spirit that rules all things in the univcrse-thc sun, moon, stars and the revolution of earth, and the waters carried into the clouds, only to come back in q fruit
 ful spray or little rain9rops, so vegetation will thrive and grow. Fer 1t is Gods will for it is good. So it is in Gods milky ways everything mysterious to us, and the un-
 seen is far greater than the seen. Life, I know not what thou art. But know that thou and must part.
 And when or how or where We met | own to me is a secret yet
 ! fife. we've been long together,
 Through pleasant and through cloudy Tts hard to part when friends are dear; Perhaps II costs sigh. q tear, Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time
 say not good nj Eht
 But in some rarcr cline
 Bid me go"d morning.
 Rewritten by DAN HARTNETT
 When you come in from the creeks don't forget to stop in at the Crosby Mas sage and Bath Parlors and try the Electric Vibration end Napor Baths.
 Fresh Olympia Oysters, for cocktails, $2 can, IditarOd Meat Co.
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