The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1916-01-14

So unto the man is woman,
Tho she bends him, she obeys him,
Tho she draws him, yet she follows,
Useless each without the other."
In youths glad springtirne. when all
the world resounds with one grand,
sweet song and pleasure is at the full,
who stops to think of the hour ahead
when the rose shall close her petals
over her tender heart, the purple haze
gather and the twilight shadows fall?
There are those who live in the past,
trying to warm the heart with the
ashes of it's dead memories; others who
i've in the present from the rising to
the setting of each days sun. For
them there is no thought of tomorrow.
They believe the present only is ours
and that each day should be measured
by its joys, not by it's regrets; finding
the pearl of hope in the embers Of
disaster.
Across the happiness of some lives
the shadows fall early. The sunshine
is with others far into middle life,
mercifully warding off the darkness
and Ionliness. If the star of cheer
fitness shines through a Delighted
sky, a CLEAN of radiance lights the
path that leads onward.
Give youth pleasure, and its cup of
happiness is full. Middle life and those
who have gone still farther on their
way find most pleasures empty-yuothf
has been a delusion, middle age I'M
satisfying and added years a burden
and a regret. IF one can clasp many
outstretched hands, steadfaAt and true,
the fear OF the shadows is not so keen.
II one is alone in the world when his
life sun is at it's setting life is cold
and drear under any sky.
It makes matters worse if they turn
from the light to the gloom. If they
are honest with themselves, they must
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and brightness still Life and they
are still fast friends; there is still
much TO live for ere the night draws
nigh. The hand that c1asped theirs at
the altar may loosen it's clasp in
youthtime or afar down the patch
the cropping hand of the one that Is
left cannot Wither because of this
rending asunder. Few welded hearts
are destined to cross the dark stream
together One takes the boat which
drifts awas from the shore in the
early morn while the birds are sing
ing from sheer joy in Ntheir gIadness
of living, loving and mating, and
while the dew besparkles each flower,
blade of grass and leaf of tree,e and
the young day pulses with warmth,
strength and life; the@Sther is destined
to be left behind until the day is WELL
nigh SPENT and the purple CLEANING
shuts out the worlds slender rs.n
Until ones latest hour there is still
a mission for the one that is left to
fuIfill-banish regrets and believe
Ndlate17er happens is for the best.
making no moan against the decree of
a power greater and wiser than ours.
The memory of love should never die
out Of the heart. Love is youths de-
light. It is the staff and solace of
middle age and the one comfort OF
years in their decline. The heart has
indeed burned itself out when it is be-
yopd the benign influence of love. Yet,
lis better to have loved and lost
than never to have loved at ALL"
Let no one fear Ife's cleaning It
will be beautiful according to the life
we have lived. No heart is so old
that hope and love may not nestle
themselves therein No heart so worn
that it cannot be touched by hidden
spring and pearls Of content be made
setting for it. Peace, joy and love,
when the shadows fall bring the
greatest happiness that can crown life.