The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1924-11-21
GIBRALTER OF THE SOUL


We Iva amidst the changing scene
OF lie. That all things about us II
life are changing is indeed twic'
told tale. No day however perieo
can remain. No sunset however beau
,iful can last. The shadows OF the
evening comes on apace and II y
gone.
Everything about us in life reminds
MS that life is a panorama OF change
and nothing abidos.
Some years ago ! visited the scenes
OF my childhood home What sad
dening memories such visits some
times bring TO us. Boy-hood COM
panions are no longer boys. full OF
bouyancy and hope as we were want
TO know them. but men. men upon
whom the finger OF time placed its
imprint. Their heads are white with
the SHOWS OF winters rast their faces
scanned and wriklcd bearing scarce
~ vestagc OF resemblance TO bli,h
and happy boyhood. Their steps are
tottcring they are vending their way
to the land OF shadows. Many a
familiar name is mentioned only to
find that they have answered the sum-
mons to the great beyond and that
you can never grasp their hand again.
Even the old familiar places have
changed. Tho houses are not the
same the woodland is different the
stream has changed its course The
old swimming hole is lost 4 new
generation has come to occupy the
land. a generation we know not who
know us not.
Standing amidst such scenes old
yet new what thoughts are wanted to
troop through our minds. Is there
nothing In life that can abidd old
friends gone. loved ones gone. fam
iliar faces no more. even the very
face OF nature has changed Per
haps we too are changed we had no
thought OF that before. The boy that
roved so lightly over these scenes is
gone the man has come to take his |
place but the man will not abide any
more than did the bold. Old age will |
como On anace and the scared and |
yellow leaf the sun set and the even
ing star and after that what Is
here nothing that can abide The
waters OF time are slipping about our
Get. We grasp for something tina,
ne hope is permanent only o find
hat it is slipping swiftly on. We
AN not stay the flight OF time and
hange is ever before us Trueiv
nan has no permanent abiding place
From the strange faces and the
TRANCE scenes we look up to the
verlasting hills but the hills are not
verlasting. We know that they will !
lso change. The tallcst mountain
ill crumble into The dust OF the val ,
y the drops OF water will wear away ,
ne hardest stone. The rivers will no, I
ways roll unto the sea. many places E
nat once marked the place OF vast c
billing rivers and lakes and seas is y
ow remembered only by few shells
r fossils OF 4 by gone day. Even I
lis mother earth upon which we ,
land SO securely today we are told '
its yearly circles with ever denim I
hing spirals is approaching the sun. i
will by and by crash into the O
IN from whence il came and be re- y
embered no more. a
In the light of such solemn facts d
lat can not be ignored what wonder a
lie mind OF man casts about for some K
'cure anchorage to which the distrlut c
'ul may tie. c
| have been told that at the extre-
ity OF the coast OF Spain is a fam n
ar headland known Throughout, the
orld as Gibralter The storm tossed n
aman crossing the tracklcss deep n
ter days OF danger sees nj last thrue Ia
c mist this mighty rock towering Ia
er Ia hundred feet above the sea n
ard by it beneath the shelter OF the 81
OK he knows there is harbor where b.
ips may come to anchor. With
lat delight he halls it, about him the oil
rms may rage the winds whistle st
-ough the cordage OF the ship but Q,
he can but cast his anchor within h
harbor all will. be we'll So does NJ
soul OF man look amidst the toss
sea OF life with its constant and m
changes for the Gibraltar vi
ere the soul can anchor amidst the Ia
rm.
We speak OF the processes OF change 90
, are constantly going on about na
but not every thing is changing a,
r all. Some things are permanent
abiding. Are the same today yes
lay and forever Matter aiterall wv
les. II may assume wide ranges ~