Evening star., 1923-09-14
Eheu
Fugaces!
BY DIR. FRANK CRANE.

During the summer of 1923 we
spent some weeks in Japan. One
thing that we were determined to see
was Fuiiyama. the sacred mountain
of the country. the imposing cone
that is the motif of illustration on all
artistic things Japanese.
We. visited all sorts of places.
which were advertised as the best
points from which to view 1t. but 1t
was the rainy season and the old.
monarch kept himself covered always
with thick clouds.
So we went on to China without
having had glimpse of it,
And then. returning from Shanghai
TO YOKOHAMA, as we neared the lat
ter port we heard the cry, from
some one on deck, There's Fuji!'.
We rushed out to the rail and sure.
enough there 1T reared its majestic
head and shoulders above the hills,
above the low-lying clouds, above sea
and land. as If 1t fwere vast tent.
pitched upon the clouds and uphold
ing the sky upon it's truneated sum-
NIT.
Only a few hours we saw it, and i.
passed-a type of life's high moments
OF the fateful hrevity of the
wondrous.
or no soul can dwell among amaz
ing things and find them always
amazing. What makes a miracle is
that it happens but once. or rarely
repeated. 1t descends to the common
place.
If nobody had ever seen a sunrise
ana once In generation the grea
ball should roll up the slopes of tho
east. with all the daughters of Aurora
about him, what an event that woult
be. and would not the whole worlc
crowd the hills and the housetops tc
see it?
But because the misty miracle takes
place every day millions refuse tc
leave their sleepy beds to look at it,
And what a shattering Spectacl,
would be the night sky full of star.
IL IT were an exhibition but an hou
In a lifeGimei
But 1t Is of the very nature of gFor-
that 1t shall pass.
we complain that life has but fe-
high hours, but II is because the
are few that they are high
We are distressed that our days ar
so commonplace. yet it is only fro.
this dull plain that we can see tn
pillar of cloud by day and the pilla
of fire by night.
The precious is fugacious
All loveliness is fleeting.
Whether it be the fash Of an in
sects FURNISHED wing in the SUNSHINE
the ivory softness of the lily. tn
electric thrik of first love. the hig
moment of spiritual exaltation. il.
unforgettable charm is its virginia
newness, its subtle fascination is il
its evanescence.
In vain we pray to the messenger
OF perfection, Stay with me-" The
can tarry but a moment and mus
fare onward
II is the little child that died i,
INFANCY that Is the Incompatible one
So the soul of man must keel
travelling. When we have reachei
one coveted level. we must hasten u.
TO the next, or the drabness will en-
gulf u.s.
We were not made to dwell anon
wonders, but to meet them at times
FAIRIES. elves and all such creature
that poettze the actual cannot be seer
when we look openly at them, they
can only be glimpsed out of thu
tail of the eye. If we dealt wit
fairies every day they would be n,
more interesting than dogs and cats
To live in continuous thrill and en-,
thuslasm would be to wind up as
nervous wreck
Many hard year did Father Jaco
labor. but once he saw the heaven
opened and the angels ascending an,
descending.
l would not hear sweet music al
the time, or handle diamonds ever,
day, would not want a life of un
broken excitement, marvel and amuse-
ment.r
For l want to rest long amons
common things and steep me i'm thG
homely familiarities; L need Iont
spaces of quiet.
Then when 1 one day behold thf
ocean its majesty will not be smoth
cred by its salt. and when / hea
Chopin the feast will be Favored Wit
munger. and when l see Full once II
a lifetime 1T will hang forever in
the gallery of my memory as
masterpiece of the Greatest o
Masters
Lie gets its quality from its rar.
moments. Our souls reach tba;
nnest texture when they cry, to this
or that passing perfection.
"Eheu fugaces!