The call of the North. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1923-1924, 1923-07-27

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PAUPERs STILL ~
BY Twilight Orn
We high bluff overlooking beautiful lake The
formed them gold The oaks the opposite
shore shoueed against background Of irdscence
laughter of loon would echong turned to my
set NO human artist can blend his eoors picture
anywhere like the masterpiece behold on the
as panted by the Great Artist but would see only
imagine string of fish that several hours OF angling might
yield .".
stood sentinel Look said lover Of the beau
cords of wood in that tre said the passeby after
moments of estimation.
years wandered entire afternoon over some
fields the prarregon of Minnesota The waving Of the sea
Of nearly maured grain fascinated me- strange feeling eoad
resisted Every of grain seemed to proclaim the
glory of God.
On my way home overlook farmer walking lessurey
along cartway what do think of that wheat field OF
mine?" he questioned as he pointed ahead.
81 have wandered the afternoon the fields of
penng grain and have been moved never before in my
I'm always when grain like that by gin go
acre." said the farmer
Do you get the point that is being driven? Mary Spain
Vigus has put it well:
sWho sees no beauty in the dawn
Or glow of setting sun;
Needless the seasons come and co.
The stars their courses run;
Who never the rainbow arch
Ger valley, town and hjllEL .,s
Though he has lands and gear and gold'
That is pauper still
love for natural beauty chastens the grosser elements
our make up elevates the mind beyond the afcaty
gives consciousness Of Coos supreme
and from overestmate OF things unitarian
God has spoken to word and picture He who can
understand the meaning of natures pictures Inc
picture truly the universal In the great
nature the power and glory of God in the
guage SO plain that open mind understand he VINO
has studied deeply the pictures of nature has learned much
In the 10Th Psalm read the words that bring forth the
big thought that trying to make you understand line
His handwor day uereth speech and night unto
nght 1hs ne there speech nor
Has the materialstc side of life engrossed time
and thought that you have grown poe y4 a
game opsded ball is out of place. Likewise In
the game of life the opsided person is out of place.
pick piece of coal and think only Of the heat
units in it?
the snow piled high Ugh drifts and think merely
of the sia lag that will soon go into the silo?
think Of sns ous a1
you pick apple from the tree and think only of the
aeshy pulp that will be yours p eat?
he replied b % % a 1a1s
that the power of the water could turn
went the great waterfall and his reaction we
'The thoughts strange that crowd into my brain,
W look oa upTf tpaa ram Ills ySod hsad
And hung His bow on thine awful 'front.'
MSa d%s 5 s9d o ro S sss to hi"
The sound of many waters and had babe
Thy flood to chronicle to the ages back,
And notch His centuries in the eternal rocks.
Deep called unto Deep And what we
That hear the questions of that voice sublime? "
Oh what all the notes that rung, -, ......
wars vain trumpet, by thy laundering side?
YEA what is all the riot make, y g..
In his short lfe to thy unceasing roar;
And yet behold babbler what are thou to Him
Who drowned world and heaped the waters far
Above it's Hottest mountains Ia light wave
That breaks and whispers of it's Makers might
Everyone of us ought to tear away from the common
routine while feast the beauties
goes of nature Drink to the dreg the ethereal spirits
enchanted fayand The hours will speed like minutes
amidst Gods creation.
Some delightful day in summer And ieht way to
words that from the waters the Joyous Of
happy BIRDS the chirpng Beetles croang Of frogs the
hum passing bees note the floating clouds and the
osy changing shadows Drink drink before in
your life spendor of the great outdoors And after
Der in the banquet hall Of Nature will be moved
to say with the poet