El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1917-11-17

UTC1IN is the art season OF the
a year IN the leaf which you
L \. thouEhtlessly tread under foot
there is a sublimity o. beauty thai
puts 20 shame the Ersudest doings Of
Raphael
ImpressiveIy does tire autumn Leaf
teach Us that God loves the beautiful
He might have made the sky AL
black. the flowers all night-shads
and the birds one color. but he did
not. All through the universe He
has scattered bewildering beauty n
Infinite profusion- I take II. there
fore. that God never meant Us % 20
unsmilingly through life
Black is not the color OF heaven and
resemblance to midnight IS not
proof Of grace Yet how many people
live in the midst Of this fair earth
and beneath the glorious sky 80 blind
70 the precious beauty and the refined
enjoyment IL gives as though they
were tenants OF a dungeon
Leaves are wonderful things on
the ordinary apple leaf there are as
many as 100. 900 breathing holes for
the circulation OF air and water.
Leaves are useful They cleanse
the air and make II fit for lung
breathing animals. They create all
the food for the world How often
some Of you have complained that
you are not fruit bearer, but only
a leaf that your place In the world
Is not distinE 1ished, vet ike the leaf
you may perform grand part in it.
The leaf takes in that il may give
cut. but many people are no more -
less than great human spOnges which
absorb everything they touch and
never Of their own accord yield any
thing up
Leaves Do Big Work.
The leaves do all the work 81
building up the trunks and limbs.
creating all the woody fiber and FUR
nishinE the material for building the
homes Of the race. thus showing that
life is made Up Of little things and
that there IS nobody. however com
mouplace, who cannot live for some
purpose
The disrobinE forests. sombre skies.
complaining brooks and murmuriuS
winds roll I'D in my soul the thought
that eternity is fastening On TO a liT-
ing presence with Us all. Yet az
walk beneath the trees OF autumn the
rustling drifts below and the bare
limbs above make me think OF the
coming spring This golden shower
OF the wood is ma king the ground
richer. and N the juice and sap and
life Of the tree the leaves will come
NJ gain.
The leaves may fall. the flowers fads
and pass away.
They only Wa1- through wlurry hours
the coming of the MAY"
Not all the trees stand IN beauty
hen touched by the frost Upon
some the frost's fiery fingers drop a.
a chariot fire upon others with =
witherinc blight Some old people.
instead Of the heart softeniuc and the
love bros denin-. shriveI iu evervthiu-
cood and fade into bitterness But
some have q charm in their gray
hairs A grace i'm every tremor. and
the spiritually beautiful hresthes al
over the facS as an orchard whose
fruit bends the ladcned branches and
peeps out hlushin-ly between ths
leaves
Not symbols -af Decay.
do not regard the leaves simply
and sadly as the symbols Of decav
and death but as a type OF triumph
We are 70 live again as the Leaf
All nature bids us be not afraid Of
the apparently VitheriuS and even de-
Stro-iuE hand or death. Death viii
surely be swallowed up IN victor
and restored manhood VIII be scaled
with eternal life. I'm which the soul
shall unfold its powers with q glory
which IS but family typed by that
triuwphal outhursr Of life which the
leaf makes. when ir lsrcTEs from the
Eht clasped buds Of autumn and the
death OF winter into the flush -
spring and the fruitsEe OF summer.