The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-05-17
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SORROW, PRIDE AND TEARS
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Toronto Evening Telegram, on re-
ceipt of the Canadian casualty
list in the great battle of
the Ypresi.)

THE flowers appear on the earth,
the time of the singing of birds is
come"
The frost is out of the ground.
The hepaticas are Towering forth in
the hardwood bush in all their
gentle beauty. In the creek the
spring madness is over, and the
waters wend their way southwark
with chastened and musical whisp-
ers, while nightly to the new moon
the young frogs sing of the coming
summer, and all their songs are full
of joy.
Almost all the early summer birds
are here, and on a cedar post sits
song sparrow and his little Tilt is
answered from the top of another
post by his friend, who, like him, is
busy with the spring household ar
rangements.
Spring is here-the good smell of
the earth is in the air. The frosted
grey gown of the winter-smitten
grass is changing to sweet deep
green as the sun and the wind and
i the rain work the miracle of earth's
mighty change
In all the orchards men are busy
pruning trees, making ready for
better, richer fruit. The fields are
dottedby men and horses going up
and down, sowing the seeds that
shall ripen into the next great har-
vest.
The years have been rich and fair,
and the sun has richly smiled upon
us, and the harvest has never failed,
and the winter has ever been forced
to surrender to the spring as she
came over the hills. $50 shall it
be in that great morning when the
soul waketh and the shadows flee, =
| when the frosts of gripping sorrows
| melt and flowers bloom and the
songs of the eternal spring come to
our hearts, and over the hills of
gold the light of love shall break
|forevermore How long the winter
has been The weary, weary days,
and Britain's heart sore pressed by
the story of the trench and the
wind-smitten waves, the mud deer
and awful. The dark forebodne
November days upon the sea, ant
now the spring. Over the lines the
lark sings, and over the waves the
sea gulls call, and the heart of the
Empire marks the change.
A great deep change, passing thai
of earthly symbols has reached the
land, "for we know if the earthly
house of this tabernacle were dis
solved, we have a house of God, thu
building not made with hands.
How many such have softly fallen
The tabernacle dissolved, the NOV
ing tent taken down, and the loved
tenant away Ito an house of God
the building not made with hands.
For such we believe that the flow
ers appear-the time of the singine
Of birds is come, and the spring
time of true Joy has touched theil
lives. Behind them the frost, thu
trenches. the mud-laden roads ant
paths, the boom of guns and the
call of men, the earthly house dis
solved, pain-racked, fever-smitten
and sunrise splendor in glorious for
getfulness. The spring is here; il
has never failed in all the counties!
centuries nor shall it ever fail. TIL,
deep gashes in the earth made by
the winter are healing up, and thu
earth blooms again.
| They have passed beyond 9Th,
winter of our discomfort" The,
have given the great measure with
out stint. Holding nothing back
they have poured forth in sacrific,
their hearts blood. and now the,
enter "the house of God. the build
ing not made with hands,"
Sorrow, pride and tears. S,
proud to know our best could die S,
well, so full of tears that we shout,
give them up, as they pass to tn,
house beautiful, flowers and tn,
eternal spring.