The Johnson City comet. (Johnson City, Tenn.) 1916-1917, 1916-11-30

NOVEMBER 80. 1916.
ters. so has the country doctor beer
their conservator of science. His
learning has been as sound as his
honest heart, his common sense as
strong as his tirless frame whenever
found, he is to day as generations ago
single hearted gentleman and a
peerless citizen. He is today as al
ways, u power in the land; his influ-
ence upon the social, industrial ed
ucational and political thought of his
people is absolutely beyond our ability
of estimation; nor is their to be
wondered at when we consider the
moral purity and unselfshness of his
busy life, the sturdy independence of
his rugged character and the genuine
manhood of his struggling existence
His years are full of honors and
while in life he may not build him
self an everlasting name" yet his
grave is never unwept.
Gentlemen, across the dreary waste
of tOilsome care, above the ruins of
shattered ambitions and perished
hopes, in hopeless poverty of worldly
gear, but happy the vilage school
oil |,
er of the lancet and the cloth, and
shouts to them hail to you all God
speed.
Most men seek for wealth and
fame and honor and in every brain
there is bright phantom realm
where fancied pleasures beckOn from
distant shores; but when we launch
our yawls to reach them they van
ish and beckOn again from still more
distant shores.
We stumble and fall over happiness
in search of the phantOms of wealth,
and what is wealth without content
ment?
Marble halls may open wide their
doors inlaid with pearls and offer
shelter, but happines swil lflee from
the palatal home to dwell in the
mOuntain hut. But the country doc
tor seeks not wealth and honor but
accepts what is sent on him by Ming,
know not that he even has the bene-
fit of Jen ito soOthe the furrowed
lines of anxious thought away He
has been accused of skepticism, hard
heartedness and irreverence of this
he is not guilty and from under de-
caying headboards green with the
lichen fingered touch of time his body
will lalmOst rise like thot of the
phoenix and say: Tell me not there
is no Cod no Heaven, no Hell! Tell
me not there is no risen Christ!
What being less than Jehovah could
fashion the human body? What pow
er, if not God, that drives that throb-
bins engine, the human heart, with
ceaseless, tireless stroke? Whence Is
this mystery we call the mind? "Who
can deem the radiance of yon blue
eXpanse, with all its starry hosts, the
ceaseless work of chance?" God is
everywhere and in everything. His
might I'D
mystery is in every twig and bird
and leaf and blossom, in every rock
and hill and vale and mountain and
in every sparkling dewdrop.
Alas! For him who ever sees the
stars shine through the cypress trees,
who, hopeless, lays his dead away,
nor looks to see the breaking day."
OH Country doctor, labor on with
renewed zeal and let not the proud
peace you have won be crushed and
cast aside as a halfforgotten dream,
You viii lnot reap your reward in
this life, but beyond the mystic vale
the pearly gates on golden hinges
wide will swing and half reveal the |
story of what is promised to those
that, 80 live that when the mighty |
caravan which halts one nighttime
in the vale of death, shall strike its |
white tents for the morning march,
you shall lmount upward to the Eter-
nal Hills, your feet unwearied, and |
your strength renewed, like the
strong eagles for the upward flight.