Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1919-04-20
THE SOUL.
By WILL s. ]. DuMvIII.


felicity and of tomorrow. the thing that sets
- our thoughts on God and helps apprehend the
Architect Of the Universe and enjoy stroll through
his garden At times 1t inside, till imagine
it is going to tear loose and leave 1t dreams
of immortality and eternalsong and sojourn In and
about that city which hath foundations"
Dreams! At times they lay heavily upon the soul
leaving 1t in state Of sadness mixed with grief For
the optimst and the pessimst
pensive moods Indeed the Christian religion with
its of The thing true of music;
enrich the tender notes of Laughter
crystalzed They filtered in the and given to
the soul to drink.
Frequently it falls upon its knees, suppcating whis-
pering petitions that the entire being reaching
like the hands infant for the skirt of its mother;
weeping like summers rain beating upon the
child Beautiful like the sun shining through the mist
and making double rainbow above its head. When It
rises from its knees giant balancing
upon his shoulders and carrying brink of the
deep and dumping it into the With rush, soul
comes to the surface and plays upon his
wldered child looking into the of loving God. For
when the soul is heavng mind wrestling,
breathing heavily like the oritor who has not appeared
upon the yet deliver
fields. making heart that lists
war" flower bed which the peoples shall grow for
ever
PItifuL sad For up to the present moment we
Flanders Fields" which any song
recent years oh, women, if J. B. Dykes were
only here to write another tune Lead Kindly Light"
would have its mate in song this poem
the soldier poet gives in the field
glow of the New Wine" which Saviour mixed for
every soul that will sip eternal life poet
now priest of the covenant holding in his hands
the golden chalce and bidding those who cling to the
cross of Flanders Fields" sip Easter eucharist.
There is a glow to his countenance like a wee miss
trying laugh while tiny body quverng with pain
And walks like saint, whom hunters find in the
woods wrestling alone with God, apparently ashamed of
being caught in for the soul very
fu afraid of the eyes of men, lest they laugh. God
alone by right Is look the soul in
the eyes, MY is like the eyes of lover shv and
timid
When it chance to meet another SOUL however of like
knowledge, experience and expansion you see the per-
sonifcation of the stone face and the poet
to the grove to worship God for the i'm
perial dream and the conscious joy being
when we awake after His likeness"
have just finished what seemed to me proper and
fitting loving tribute blessed dead who in quiet
repose are sleeping in No Mans Land in Flanders
fields But to let this day. which commentaries the
resurrection of Lord his Mary Mag
daene at the tomb the rendng the cords of
death and our victory over the without
tonng the gracious service loving ministry Of our
sister the Red Cross would be
in sympathy and unmindful the magnanimity and
humanity of the Who for the joy
her endured the despisng the shame" and the
attending heartache connected with ministry For
She like her Lord and Master went about doing good"
she was the exemplfcaton indeed the embodiment Of
that ministry upon which Our Lord put the
phass "A glass of cold water thirsty or whis-
pering in the ears of dying Let your heart
be troubled Therefore, in memory whom the
heart of man warmer day by day, dedicate this
memorial.