Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1922-12-27
Neuv Years
Greeting
By Emory J. Haynes
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mid-the Sphinx, for In
S, - stance, that stone forged
head of man. 1t stolidly stures
out of sightless eyes over, the
E iS wastes of sand. Now think Of a
big town clock In the forehead of
that hard face. The hour hand
Il has been wagging around and yet
around for all these centuries.
iI.FA y And now 1t marks the beginning
OF another New Year. Does the
stony face smile? No. Do the
granite lips move to bid us, Of
this age, a Happy New Year7 No.
If we speak up to the broken ears
|: .do they hear? Never. i.
|4fSuch senseless, heartless thing
is time. It knows us NIT nor cares
for u.s. 1t has no, eyes to see us,
whether we be~treeks, Egyptians
/; or Yankees AS well might Be the
countless grains. of the desert
sands, we and the generations
gone before u.s.. Our laughter and
ourdcars are alike to time. If we
living beings carve clock on It's
-r/brows; If we renew It's wheels as
they wear out If we wind It day
a BY day and appoint our children
4 to keep It going after us; If we
make its iron tongue strike the
hours on a bell, 1t yer, IS nothing
to the sphinx Of OltT Time. We
only are the living ones. Time
is not alive. And If there were no
living ear of man or beast on the
vast Sahara there Would be- no
sound Of the striking clock.
aNW We speak In. error OF the New
Years coming. 1t is we living
souls who come and 60. Time
never comes, never goes; is not
new, not old. Time is fetish,
an imaginary thing. Man is Ill,
In fact, since the soulless beasts
take no note Of time, and Gods
measure is Eternity.
TTWhnt we do on New Yenr's day
Iis 10 take note Of our existence.
Away back Of us. are multitudes
OF human lives to whom we real
izc our relation. I'VE say back Of
r
4 theH are the procession that
passed This way. Are we the head
OF the column, or Is 1t they who
have gone before? In either view
We arc nll one. 1t Is Humanity
that Is passing over the earth.
The Sphinx Is nothing since 1t has
no soul TO see MS pass, or to hear
b. ,tI ~.
IN the 0ir before him ia Naw
4 b Years festival p.
8NIhstcaI of ,he pyramid lct US
- Innl; w To Il torMw', Huw differ
a cnl the thouEnt eyes has lie
and He sees us; ears, and ), lie
hears our thankful accInims.
Hands has He, which extend
y themselves to sustain us, to help
the totldling children, to uphear
the aged, "F0r Il thousand years
In thy sight are but as yesterday
when 1t. Is passed, and rs watch
! In the night"
MWe think today Of brotherhood.
We are conscious alike Of our
mortality and our Immortality.
/ Life seems sweet and we are glad
tu De awe. life seems all EN-.
| bracing, all conquerlng, for we
! have survived so many trials and
F! yet ape living.
NIn vain does one seek to put It
Hin words, this mighty shout of men
into the faces Of the aged stars
(. and to the sunrise. "A Happy New
! Year." 1t Is day Of tinkling
! bells and music with dancing feet.
, Yet poor indeed must be the mind
/ that cannot also rise to say :,
"When I consider Thy heavens,
the work Of Thy fingers. the moon
and the stars, which Thou hast
ordained, what Is mali that Thou
are mindful Of him?" And so give