The vidette. (Iuka, Tishomingo County, Miss.) 1912-1967, 1916-01-27

Written for The Vidette.
Spiritual Communion, and Other
Thoughts, Caught Like Birds
Upon the Wing.

my room and calls me to my win
dow. throw up the sash and,
with a rapt thrill at my heart,
look out on the silvery mantled
landscape spread before me. The
very spirit of Sanctity, akin to that
of other spheres. broods in the at
mosphere and SO profoundly deep
is the mystic hush that the rustic
of a leaf or the chirp of an insect
in the grasses were distinctly
audible. The wonderful stars
glow with such dazzling brilliancy
that bright, young eyes could
read their romances under the
twinkling lights.
The song of the Night bird
sleeps in its throat and the whis-
pering wind, weary of dallying
with the faded flowers and the
falling leaves, has found it a nest
ing place in the lap of the dim,
old woods and stirs not in its
slumber. Silence everywherel-
as though the whole wide world
had dropped to its knees in voice
less prayer waiting, with bated
breath, the echo of an answer.
Blessed, beautiful hour for spirit
ual communion! when the hun
CRY soul yea rms so inexpressibly
for the presence of an Infinite
God, who seems so palpably near
us that we feel as though we might
reach out our eager hand and
touch the hem of His garment. .
And | turn my eyes to the
Icloudless sky, so marvelously
clear and blue, bending so ten
derly over the face of the quiet
earth, and would feign rend the
veil that hides from our gaze
what lies SO far beyond and | am
holding converse with those of
the happy bygone days and am
wondering Il they still think of
ne and miss me and know that,
ere long, they will meet me at the
Golden Gate and introduce me
into those promised mysteries |
that EYE hath not seen, nor ear
hath not heard" And | am
wondering, too, if the little Babes
who went away so long ago, inl
their long, white robes, are
wearing the same type still and
if they need to be hushed to their
slumber and in whose caressing
arms they are Graded tonight
and of those who, through heart
aches and sorrows and bodily
pain, fought the battles of Life
bravely and we'll and have passed
to their inheritance, glad in the
knowledge of their perfect Sc
curity. And ! am thinking ten
derly of ONE who walked trust
ingly and faithfully with me all
through the long vista of years,
that now lie behind me, and
weary, at last, of Life'5 pilgrim
age, with physical strength wasted
and worn, yet with spiritual Wis
ion clear as the eye of the young
Eagle of the mountain crag
gathered himself together and
lay down to his rest as the Mes
senger Angel caught the depart
ing soul and bore it into the pres
ence of its God.
All, how much will we have to
learn when we close our eyes
on all that has been given us here
and open them upon the ever
lasting glories that await us in
the blessed City of the Hereafter
Dear old Winter, white haired
and silver er-bearded, is with us now
and to stay and were it not for the
miserable, gaunt specter of WANT
stalking everywhere over the
hearlh, how gladly could we well
come his rap at the door and listen
to the tinkle of his sleigh-b bells
over the crested snow. What
pity it is that there are not more
Millionaire Philanthropists in this
dear old world of ours, with their
grand brains and big, warm hearts
and heavy pocket-b bo ks always
ready to be unclasped at the cry
| of distress what a blessed place
would this be in which to live our
lives. Money is a wonderful
commodity when used for the