The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1921-10-12
The Philosophy of Life.

Editor World So one by one the days of life
go hy, and the somber Of night We see some
times far, sometimes near. we realize eternity
for Us will soon appear Like tho dewdrop
gathered from faultlcss sky rcs.s like Jewels
on the meadow in the early morning, soon dis
appears In tho fathomless past. each day Is a
lie. history. The hopes Of the morning are
tears at night the air castles of youth are the
the hands OF Him who doeth all things well
The sun life, health, rain, friends, and thai
most cherished Of all uDdying hope All others
may vanish, hut hope remains with us through
prosperity and adversely II renews our
atrength when on the bed OF atflicuon. It's rays
Ike those of the searchlght gives Us spiritual
vision Into the grave Gas the search-lght pene-
trates darkness for our physical visionl, to iead
MS dry and happy through the eternal flood and
on To glory. Chungcs have come In the interim
between childhood and old age. Many are tho
mounds iu the city OF the dead marking God s
bruises on the desolate human heart Many
are the proud hearts that have been brought
low Many who dressed immaculately in the
Ing. Some have hearts harder than the grave
FOR the lamp OF love Is broken. Some Wear
mourning while tho heart rcjoiccs such is life
VINO "i uS are nearer heaven than one year
ago? Have We laid up treasures above who
ol us nave meIIowed the earth in which we
must rest Tho account Is for or NREainst us
We have all Thought and vowed time and again
to follow the Golden Rule, do right but alas
Tor ttmptaNons' All OF US have argued with the
subtitle reasoucr; few of US have come of vic
torioua Prayers have been uttered, curses
have been invoked. The records have been
perfectly kept. and some day II will be opened
TO our eyes. Let us look back down the dark
lane and what wrecks are there strewn
through our mistakes. Hopes which have died
promises broken, good resolutions and noble in
tentuns lie bleeding and torn far back as
we can see with our minds eye Hard words
Ne whore soft ones would have been better
There are disap ppointmeuts and betrayals, bitter
words and wicked acts strewn all along the way
Here and there beautiful Christian act Ike a
fragrant flower, left its silent voice 70 gladden.
the debrla around. Without God grace and
help, Nte Is dark way. Would to God there
were mora flowers and fewer ruins, Would
there more loves and fewer hates
Changes come over what once gave joy
Is now pile OF ashes. The lips we once loved
to kiss the hand which thrilled once IN rar.-
ture at the slight touch OF love. are no more
our cyea have grown dim, our steps tottering
our nerves unsteady, Who is to blame? None
hut God can tell our hopes have grown weak
but let us strive again Mother! clasp stili
ress, for God may want It back sooner than
you expect. The pet you kissed and caressed
and dotted over so often has been taken away
who win SO next? Deal kindly and chartaby
with those who have erred, Forgive AS we eN-
pect to bc forgiven God Is forgivtng. God IL
love II you have friend draw him closer to
your heart, Always keep before your minds
eye thoa you love. Look back I.istenl A little
pruttnng voice stiil I'm death; a mothers
gentle tonea perhaps well nigh forgotten The
plalntive eyes OF some loved one father
mother, sister brother Are calling you TO
happiness. Look over the past--tho blessed
memories, tho memories OF the longing hearts
and tell us II you are not glad heaven is nearer
than ever before.
Tulsa oct S. 4, r.. A. WILLIS.