Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1915-10-18

asketh thee reason for the hope that
is within thee
One Of the most beautiful and inspiring
poems ever written In the English Ian
guage was upon the pleasures OF hope, a
verse OF which is as follows:
Geese every Joy to glimmer on my mind,
But leave, o leave the light Of hope
What though my bright hours have been
Like angels visits. few and far between.
Their musing moods shall every pang
And charm when pleasures lose their
power to appease.
The fact Is that hope seems to spring
eternal in the human breast.
Ex-Commlssioner OF Pensions Ware,
who wrote under the nom de plume of
Iron Quill" in his famous poem entitled
THE washer-womans Song" said;
In every humble cot, in a rather quiet
spot
In the suds and in the soap worked a
woman full OF hope;
Working, singing. all alone, In a sort of
undertone,
With Saviour for a friend who will keep
her to the end.
'Tis song do not sing. for ! scarce be-
OF the stories which are told of the
miracles of old
Yet know that her belief is an anOdyne
to grief,
Yet the woman has a Friend who will
keep her to the end;
And would not wish to strip. from that
washer womans lip.
Any song that she might sing.
Or any hope that song might bring;
For her Saviour is Friend
Who will keep her to the end.
Even he was compelled to confess that
she had Saviour and friend of whom
he knew absolutely nothing
The fact lie, there Is only one hope--the
Christians hope.
There IL But One Hope.
When Sir Walter Scott was dying he
said to his son-in-law: Bring me the
book
What book" he said
There is but one book; bring me the
Biblel"
And they brought In the Bible.
There is but one hope that can cheer
us when lifes hours are darkest, whether
on the battlefield or in the quiet OF our
| homes surrounded by loved ones. There
is but one hope that can stand by us in
our helplessness, and that is the Christian
| hope
The longing In the human heart today
| is for comfort and peace Riches, power
position. in themselves or combined, will
not give this.
There are broken hearts one place as
we'll as another. There are sorrows among
the rich as well as the poor.
People in the palace sigh for the touch
Of hands that have turn to dust as we'll
as those in the hovel groan for the sight
OF faces which they will never behold
again.
I cannot define my hope. neither can
define yours. but I know have It.
feel like the old saint when the minister
asked him to stand and tell the people
of the hope and peace in his heart. he
leaped to his feet and said:
re is not given to poor sinner like
me to tell in a lifetime all that God
does for my soul in one day"
II was Christmas eve in Baltimore.
The streets were thronged with shop
pers and sight-seers, and in front of a
toy store stood a little boy and girl,
with the marks of poverty plainly Wis
lble. shivering in the winters blast.
People turned and looked and they saw
that the little girl was blind and they
said to the little boy:
Little boy. what are you doing out
here in this bitter cold night with that
little blind girl7'
He said: 'NShe is my sister and our
mamma is poor. She has TO wash for
her money. She hadn't any money TO
buy us Christmas presents and she told
me that could bring sister cut sHa ~
her of the pretty things that are in the
windows. and that would have to do"
They led them in, filled their arms
with gifts They staggered home in
childish glee and laid at the feet OF
their mother the gifts OF tender hearts.
Out of the conucopia OF heaven God has
poured into our arms and hearts and laps
the blessings we have enjoyed, and some
Of you have not grace enough TO be
grateful and to acknowledge their source,
and hope and pray that God viii send
you out of here with your hearts filled
with qualification and love for Him as
never before.
The world thinks we have no reason
for this hope. That is not so. But want
to tell you'll want to show you a few
reasons why I have it. and hope It
might beget corresponding desire in
your heart.
Pleasures Will Never satisfy.
In the first place 1t is reasonable
hope. l look around about me and find
everything provided for my body, but
nothing for my soul. Light for my eyes.
find nothing for my soul
The world is going mad today looking
for peace of soul. II the present rate of
insanity increases with the present In
crease Of population, in go years there
won't be zane man In America
All! They are looking for roses on the
cheeks Of deaA thN are looking for fruit
beneath the SHOWS and ice of the Klon-
dyke
Take wealth-does It Satisfy No You
never saw a mans heart as dead and
hard and penurious as TO be satisfied With
the cianking OF gold. did your No
Don't pleasures satisfy mol have
stood on the streets OF Chicago before
the theaters, and seen beautifully gowned
women pass by me, dressed in the height
OF fashion, searching for peace through
pleasures.
They have worn tiaras and sunbursts
and stomachers of diamonds; they have
come in the finest of automobiles, with
retinues OF servants and attendants De-
tectives would be in front and after them
to protect their jewels.
After the play they would go to the
restaurants, and ordering the choicest Of