Daily picayune., 1921-03-26
THE ANGEL IN THE TOMB.


 into prose. There is something hert Loo big and too beautiful to he diss"eied or analysed in material terms. The best things in life are beyond defni- ton. and even knowledge. and yet they are the vivid, vital realities in which He live
 That which k genuine k of the inner spirit and disposition. rather than in the outward circumstance. The sources of happiness and misery are aS varied aS the individuals who feel. Mos! of our troubles iii the world are caused hv failure to comprehend ourselves oth- CT people. events. and God.
 The poet writes better history than the historian. because the poet deals with the invisible forces back of the things the historian sees. The stories of the period i'll which Jesus lived fill I,hraries the story of Jesus Is told i'll few hundred wortls-but one brief poem The history is largely dry and dead, while the poem is the dynamic of hu- man progress. Those who know only about Jesus may he very wise, but those who know Jesus find peace that passeth understanding.
 There is nothing more foolish than an argument for immortality. You might as we'll argue that the flower is beautiful. that the song of the bird k sweet. that the sunset is glorious. and that it is good for sound hearts to love. There are some things we know; we dc know how we know. we can not give d reason for our knowing, but we know we know. We place the seat of our knowledge in the brain, but slngie tbrob of the heart can wreck the nigh tiest creation of the mind The master intellect stands trembling and afraid in the presence of human suffering, and Il little child shall lead him to the foun- tain of learning The captain of fi- nance casts all his possessions at the feet of love which no eye can see. 
 With all the sublime achievements of this great st age the world has ever known. !. has not yet caught up with fine thought of the great Apostle, That winch Is seen is temporal that which | K unseen is eternal"
 All primary motives are invisible :: even the urge of selfishaess and sin Ia, I,> impulse unacknt wledGed aht unknown, ,n s., timeut more C n than in sense We can not measure lie 4,lth calendar The baby coming lnto ,he world like q ray e' sunlight through Il IL ud. and .,s eia t.N gone. h'> le- yealed more to loving hearts than all the scholars and preachers ef the ages can teach.
 We have tried to confine eternal life within the boundaries of time and linn it our knowing to the size of words and so we have dwelt in the shadow instead of in the sunshine. We have moi understood our experiences because we have not set them in their right re lntions. We sit before the marvellous book of life and it is in on unknown tongue: we need an interpreter. The philosopher can tell us something the chemist can tell Us something, the law yer and the doctor and the preacher can tell us something, but only the poet and the mystic can tell Us the real things. the things we long for and pray for when our hearts are sore.
 And there k a message for uS all con fitient. assuring. glorious, in the real ized vision of the poet, and the preach er who is d poet, aS they lead us to see the invisible as the one enduring reality
 Mary came to the sepulchre just as We come t0 the grave of our loved ones she stood there weeping just aS We do: and aS she wept she stopped and look ed in just as we would. and a> she looked she saw an Angel Selected.