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Show BE LIFE, NOT DEATH, THY CHOICE. For the Salt Lake Sunday Tribune. Tha Btorrn had passed, and the. deep-toned thunder Peacefully died away. And the lightning shafts that tore asunder asun-der Huge trees had ceased to play. The rhythmical plash of dripping rain" Fell on the sleeper'a ears. And raem'rles woke of pleasure and piln From the abyiM of years. The sleeper dreamed of his childhood hours, Dreamed of the struggle now, I Dreamed of follies and wasted powers, j Dreauied of the Why and Jlow. And then, a th dawn bogan to creep Across the troubled sky, The dreamer suddenly reimed from alocp Ho felt a Presence nigh. A Presence, breathing ferth lovo and hope (A light shone round Ills head). Beckoned towards the eastern alope. Where rent Uie peaceful dead. j And then He pointed above the gmves To the sky now silver bright. Where Hashed and scintillated waves Of the Celestial Light. As the morning star roee calm and clear The wHtcher herd a Voice: ".My son, look up nor linger here, Be Life, not Death, thy choice.5 Charles II. Stevenson. |