Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1917-11-07
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et''s''5's3''3''s' Observation-Disclosures.
Standing on an elevation this
morning at the foothills of the great
Blue Ridge mountains, the scenery is
beautiful, grand and glorious. AS
the sun is coming out Of the gates of
the east, throwing its fire upon the
clouds, its gold upon the trees, and
its silver upon the waterfalls, look
ing at the same time upon the noun
tain peaks pointing heavenward, we
are constrained to exclaim, these
mountains declare the glory Of God;
they are the sentinels Of the plains
below. And this thought comes to
Us: Who gave us this beautiful land
In which we dwell, where every leaf
is most artistic in its outlines, where
every quiver Of limb shakes beauty
into the air? Who could study this
wonderful land. this outline Of noun
tain, valley and plain? Who could
mediate on the lovely waterfalls, the
river, the sky and clouds, the morn
ing and evening, the day and the
night, the starlight, and the moon
light, without recognizing the fact
that it was given by some Almighty
lover Of the divinely beautiful? 1t
seems strange that man can see the
morning appear without being deeply
impressed at the wonders Of the AL
mighty. Look upon tree, limb, for
est, mountain, valley, aid flower in
their wonderful variety, and the air
laden with their sweet fragrance,
and see God therein.
The Psalmist loved to look at
these things by day and by might, in
its Gains and in it's storms. He loved
it's stars, its radiant sunrise and its
mondays. And the Master himself
must have found Joy among the
fields of grain, and by the brook
side, and in the flowers of the field,
and in company with natures sol-
tude, to which He often retired for
thought and rest.
Can one stop and look at the mar
velous sunset in it's marvellous beauty
without recognition of a Divine
hand? And what heart He must
have had for loving, and what
mind He must have for color; what
a genius He must have had for crea-
ton. We ought to learn His voice
and recognize 1t. The intutored In
dian, living in the forest in the early
days Of this country, was q greater
artist. in his way than some of the
most advanced Christians of to-day.
The Red Man recognized a Divine be-
ing in the sound of the sea. as the
great storm drifted into the shore
Let him who loves nature go forth to
the mountain top, aud there look and
read! You who love the Creator,
ride upon the ocean waves and see
the mighty pillows roll and hear
their voice. and we can see God
therein Look out upon the great
book Of nature, and 'see the paint
ings in field and forest that no hu-
man hand can paint. The cold, frosty
hand has touched the forest and kiss
ed away the robe Of green, and given
in it's place a robe Of gold and russet,
brown and red, which teaches us that
we are dying.
Autumn.
Over hill and dale and meadow,
Over mountain wild and green,
Tripping lightly through the garden
Is the Maid Of Autumn seen.
Shivering flowers see her coming,
And they bow their heads with pain;
1--WE must die, they murmur, sadly,
'FWe shall never bloom again!"
"Spare u.s." says the safely lily,
Bowing low her queeply head;
"spare u.s." says the golden sun
flower; '.'.' ~ So.
''Mercy," pleads the rose of red.
But like dew upon their faces
Do the Autumn's kisses lie,
AS she whispers, bending downward,
pretty flowers, you all must die!"
Leaves Of green are turned to golden,
Beauteous by her kisses made,
AS she whispers softly, gently,
"You have lived, and you must fade"
Then a murmur, growing louder,
Rises from the mossy ground,
You can hear the green leaves sob
bing,