Bisbee daily review., 1917-10-28
The Sunday Sermon

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 This terrible rebuke of the Lord to Israel and His chosen people brought to date, might be translated to mean, you miss the water till the well dry. It is only when it is late that the rebeious blind look and the rebeous deaf strain their listen But the vision of hope and happiness has passed and the still forever
 Ezekiel sounded his Masters warning to Israel in thunder tones, the people their eyes the glory of Lord nor would they to His words spoken by His prophet And lights shine faces geam that the sons of men today will not raise their eyes thrilling harmonies the air and they will listen On every side of us brave friends smile but do them for we looking the shadows Our children or our mothers call but deaf from perverseness. An the light of cold and ptless tomorrow will strain eyes look vain through bitter friendly face with smile. will listen with breaking heart for some loved to call again.
 It is so in all things There are none so blind as those who will see People who live in a hoyel look impatenty past its homey comforts and careree riders and simple love to the spires of the handsome house upon the hill. And the who lives in that house is bitter because the palace the hill is finer than his stately And the in the palace may be blind his gded cornices because of the that memory of the little home of long ago brings his eyes.
 There deaf those who will not hear. The poor closes his ears to the brdsong of the thcket closes his the clatter Of the cabaret The sweetest story told often falls upon deaf that open the chatter and the crowded hives men, Why will we not listen! The
 
 childhood the ectasy the organ the singer with the golden voice. all these calling us, but attuned only to the cnk of money the sigh of broken have displaced in the terrible race for success.
 Why will see. The glory of the dawn is in eyes and it lights wonderful world the faces loved The highlands and the lowlands before us, painted by the Masters hand. But frown and scowl and look down the muck and miro at feet and complain because We have not wings to fly to the heights. o~0e-.-
 The finest things in this world to close at hand The sweetest sounds that fell upon mortal ear are to be heard every day by the most humble r home and hillside; village old friends walk and in field where the whispering leaves falling water and soaring bird still
 But no, will not look and We will not listen Our petty cares bind eyes with black cloth and thoughtlessness and egoism stop the har- monies and melodies of the world.
 When Israel was finally ready to turn and see the wonders of the Lord and listen voice. it was too late This rebellious house as wind scatters the Its children were sent into captivity and put the sword, as Ezekiel had foretod. .tet-
 When ready to turn from our business and striving and seeking aggrandsement to our laughing girl questioning boy, is too late They sleeping she with wet lashes of disappointment and he with sad and wondering face that dad no interest in his great little affairs It late when turn to listen. Your children have passed from childhood fleeting birds wing and they did not have your aid. advice and counsel They married, fled dead Your friends have passed to other | other lands The bird that sang has flown southward. The organ players hands are still The strings the violin broken The five virgins with their filled and lighted lamps have passed through wedding feast.
 We have many fine things to see and so many | sounds hear that should watch and listen | all the time, and seeing smile, and hearing thrill with happiness that fate has been knid
 Did you blind girl smile? It is sadder than l Christ weeping Jerusalem Did you man. from birth look the moving lips friend? pathetic the death of a nightingale, killed in the full flood of song
 And yet we who have eyes to see. will not see, and | who have hear will listen is all very strange and wrong and sad. Let look upward ard smile; let bend listen and thrill at the |