Trench and camp. [volume] (Augusta, Ga.) 1917-1919, 1917-12-05
(Ry Capt. Lee Alexander stone.)


In the midnight Of a grief that is
chaotic, vengeful thoughts pierce our
brains that time alone can Danish. We
do not wish to understand that death
Is merely change of fern, and that
possibly the loved one who has left our
sight is better off. We are almost ready
to curse Nature for having permitted us,
10 love, and then, because of disease or
natural decay, to destroy the form OF the
one held most dear.
Spiritual love holds with q tie that
binds hearts close together-that makes
them almost one. Separation by death
tears aSunder our reason, and leaves us
for the moment under the complete con-
troll Of our emotions To mourn TOR
loved one with whom we have been aSso-l
Ciated for years destroys for a time our
Impulse to see good in anything around
US.
Time is the great member Of hearts
that are about to break. Time alone
can replenfsh our supply of love for
others we tried to kill with grief. Years
and years pass, sorrow after sorrow may
overtale us, yet in the end win smiles
replace the tears of loneliness, and,
PhoeniX-l1e will we rise from the ashes
of despair to gaze on the sun of new
day as it bursts in morning glory over
the peaks of the mountains of hope.
Earth the great tomb of man." holds
within her millions who have been loved
and who have gone to make a part of
the clod the rude swain treadS upon.
The solace that death is the beginning
of a new life leaves man with a hope that
he may enter a new sphere of existence
when he answers the summons on the day
he has finished his work and is no longer
OF service as an actor in the dramas of
life After all, man is but the tool of
Nature, and like all tools that are much
used he wears out and ceases longer to
be an asset and becomes liability.
The promise of immortality, renewed
every spring by Nature, when the leaves
burst forth and the flowers bloom and
the birds sing from branches that have
felt the cold winter of decay should
make man pause in the mad rush of
whom he has succeeded, who have gone
the way all men must travel.
We lay our friends in the tomb with
feeling of despair at out utter help
lesSneSs, and yet leave the very pres
ence of the grave to boast of our strength.
Nature is great leveler. Rich and poor,
the scholar and the Ounce, must march
to the tune of the harpist who follows
in the wake of time, and who plays the
dirge of decay Gods Acre holds many
shell OF clay that was inferred amid
great pomp and display, and the pass
ing bell'' might have told of another
who was about to enter it's precincts
who belonged to different station ir
life, yet who responded when the chimes
in the beffry of the universe tolled the
hour when soul and body must part, and
whose entrance would not even be no
ticed
Golden lads and girls all must, as
chimney sweepers. come to dust" Death
simply marks a change of form Mother
Earth lends to the spirit, for length of
time, huh for it's protection. When
the spirit grows weak and man enters the
October of life, Nature begins to with
draw her support, with the result that
the spirit must seek another abode, If
it is to retain its ego and enjoy immor-
ality.
the stage" sometimes seems hard to have
to do, when adversely comes Yet mans
allotment of time on this mortal sphere
must be fixed by the immutabIe laws of
the universe, or else everything would
soon be topsy- turvy and the world would
be upside down.
Blessed is he who has become an
embodiment of the truth and loving kind
ness. He conquers, although he may be
wounded; he is glorious and happy al
though he may suffer; he is strong al.
though he may break down under the
burden of his work; he is immortal al
though he may die. The essence of his
being is Immortality"
20 worldly man! How fatal is your
de'rs'on Inevitably your body will
or e to dust, yet carelessly, unheed-
il YOU live on"
Joy of DEATH To be able to go to
a U01r where no shipwrecks occur, where
peace and calm reign supreme, should
cause all men to view with pride the hour
that will take them into the realms of
the unknown Death brings peace to the
tired soul; to the dsease-ridden body
merciful to those who have grown old
in the service of man, and let's their
gently fall asleep in the arms of the Pilot
Of Life, to awaken on the shores of
new land.
They are not deadl They have bu