The Columbus dispatch. (Columbus, Miss.) 19??-1922, 1921-08-14

midnight hour comes and at feet s rolls the broad
rver-voceless silentgving back to the stars their
glitter giving back to the armament its glory. Still
its waters flow on ever on, in their eeaseless course to
the vast volume of water it is-the flow is never
ceasng-a and yet the river never runs dry.
Now 20 to the seashore Hear the awful roar of the
as they pound upon the saRded beach in their
restless neverceasbg play Hear the thunder of the
surf as it comes rolling shoreward in long, graceful
curls. See the great tossing the dreadnaught
about like playthng in their mad rush destroying
navie now settled down until each dancng ripple seems
only sporting that it may display It's svery wing or to
leap into the caressing arms Of sunbeam.
Here again is eternity
The river which flows into the ocean is never ex-
hausted and the which receives the rivers never
ceasng flow is oveT-ful
No; because each roaring breaker, each pusebeat of
the ocean in surf and tide every that strikes with
maddenng the rock bound shore of these
gives back the river its mite At every kiss the love-
sm sunbeam to whose the joyous waveets leap
bears upon its lips bit of moisture This added to other
bits becomes cloud and sailing horeward in the gentle
in the torrents rush. restores to the river the
waters that flowed the The river gives to the
sea- the sea gives it all back to the river again.
One notes the rapid decay of iron the salt atmosphere
of the seashore This is decomposition and death What
becomes of it? Is it lost? No. absorbed into the atmos
phere by some subtle alchemy of Nature know Of
unseen
solved back into its native from which had been
taken for the use of man.
Then is there eternity for man?
How vain, otherwise, all aspirations. How futile
these hopes Why is born within the desire for life
Why do we love. and why do mourn? Must live
his short allotted span only find at the end of the
journey a coffin and a grave? To what end is the |
eternity of the To what purpose the eternity of
he river? Why do we when looking upon the unfathom
be mysteries Of Nature have that unsatisfed longing
or their solution? Why do we, when gazing upon the
ed of Mars the changing glitter of Vega the brilliant
lash of Orions mighty retinue of sparkling orbs on
Venus when she bazes in her grandes spendo upon up
respendent in his belts Saturn with his mysterious
ings-why do we, when gazing upon these wondering
the extent of Arcturus radi have that intense longing
know visit these glittering worlds bask in
he warmth of the one, repose under the shadow of
rees and woodlands of the other?
There an eternity for the river; there is eternity
the ocean, there an eternity for every glittering
that gems the sky The majestic oak, the finest
lower, each has its eternity SO has man-ese is all
ion void and hope aspiration ambition wish and prayer
bitter mockery.
In Friendship Cemetery repose the mortal remains of
ercy William Maer but what of the immortal? Look
herethere where the heavens brightest with the
laze of steer light there where Gods great white throne
lighted by the gtterng constellation of star and sun
Satellites there where the pure heart promised the
light of God-there he stands and Faith and Hope the
romise give that some sweet day" who loved him and
HON he loved shall again clasp hands a world where
kness and find entrance and where tears and
raves ard aOffins unknown
Peace sweet peace tc his ashes Rest etern resi- to
is soul