Bisbee daily review., 1918-02-24

| For melody and sentiment the old 4 time Gospel Hymns have never been
 exeelled since David sang the psalms
 Their airs haunt us like a good dream
 come true, and the words are almost
 as gentle and healing and helnful as | those spoken by the Nazarene >n the
 Mount of Olives. The chorus quoted
 above is an example of hope and
 humility; of pathos and faith, thai
 might have burst from the lips 0f a
 major prophet of old Israel instead of
 an unknown singer of simple songs.
 Will there be any stars in your
 crown? Who knows?
 I It all depends upon how you carry
 your cross. It depends uron whether
 you jostled or helped brother. Upon
 how kind CT patient or gentle CT fair
 you are in that life you live before
 you go to the place of crowns
 When at evening the sun goeth ! UOAns anu tOu 1OOh dt NAS SA@
 see the glory of the everlasting stars
 shining s;eadfastly through the night | it seems as though each separate star
 carried a message of hope. >Ah, hoa
 dark it is when the sun goeth down
 We are little children in the shadows and we huddle together and are sore afraid. The shadows are so deep and
 dark. The sky seems to be so far away. The ghost of old sins Turk al oar shoulder The pomp and circum- pstance and glitter of the days pa geant passes. These things are hid- den by the darkness Our soul $ naked and alone If the night is cloudy and the stars obscured our de pression and fear increase. The mys- tery of the dark envelopes us. We cannot see our lands and goods and servants and faded laurel leaves.
 This is a world of shadows, after all. and we grope among them even when a dazzling sun is at its zenith We cry a little and laugh a little at our work and play. We greet our friends with sladness at the dawning and al night we bid them gOodby. Life fleets by like bird on the wing.
 ''Win there be any stars in mF erown?" If we would only stop d moment, once in awhile, in our race, our struggle, our haste. our grinding toll. our needless folly. and ask this question; ask it meekly and fear fully and hopefully of ourselves, tieI answer will come quick and straight and true direct from the heart. And it will tell us what we have to do !oI win those stars. It will tell us to fol low the golden rule instead of tn, glitter of gold It will tell us, as Paul told the brethren, that though vel speak with the tongue of men and an- gels. sinners that we are, and have noJ charity it shall profit us nothing. It will tell us that if we give our body to be burned. saints that we are, and have not charity, it shall profit us nothing. It will tell us that, while fortune, success and fame place. fleeting stars in an earthly crown. only meekness. charity and kind deeds can place eternal stars in the crown of heaven
 Ah. those old Gospel Hymns. how their melody and sweetness live In our hearts. The songs our mothers and our fathers sang. When a; evening the sun goeth down." the notes of the organ in the old parlor at home rolled out and the dearest words by the dearest voices we have ever heard upon the earth fell upon our youthful ears. Simple songs. reverent as a prayer, sweet as the soft accent of an angels sigh. swell ing out in the strain of faith triumph ant over the sorrows and mortality Of the flesh and the world
 Will there be any stars in my crown? That is the greatest question for all the sons of men upon thls earth. And it is asked so seldom ty those who hurry by in that little space of life which is only a vision between a watch and a sleep. Ask this question of yourself and see if il does not make you soft and gentle in the same miracle fashion that David's songs softened the fierce King Saul Ask it over and over again. Hum the notes of the old sweet song. Think of the singers whose mortal lips are now dumb but whose heavenly voices proclaim the stars in their crown.
 The strength of the old song lies in it's question, "WiIl there be any stars in my crown?" Not doubt or fsr prompted Lhe estoH. Only courage dared ask it. Only faith opened the lips and set the words to deathless melody. Only meekness and