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Show Spurgoon calls them the diamonds of heaven. They have a strange and yet blessed misson. W know not all the purposes of God in the ordeal of sorrow to which we are liable. We learn some things of nature. Sunshine and calm are not the continued conditions of growth and beauty. Cloud and storm are a part of the plan. This life is a discipline. Tears have much to do with moral and spiritual spir-itual growth and biauty. We now look only on the dark side of sorrow. sor-row. It has a bright side. Joy is not all measured by emiles. Gay-ety Gay-ety is not true pleasure. If there wore no minor tones in music, it Would fail of its hightest. office. The heart in a wonderful realm. It does not all lie like a garden in the sunlight. It has profound depths like the dark caverns of earth. There are deep springs there. Trie murmur of those fountains is all the more musical for the solitude and the darkness. Tears even have a mission of gladness. glad-ness. They are the language of affection. The weepers of earth are beautiful messengers of blessed and holy things. Tears withdraw us from the realm of the sensual and vain to the emotions of the pure and the heavenly. The prophets were weepers. Jesus wept. O, the wealth of his tears! He wept to make us glad. He went forth weeping that He might return bringing His sheaves with Him. What trophies those tears will bring. What everlasting songs shall come of His 'grief. Tears of childhood, how beautiful. beauti-ful. What would a tearless childhood, child-hood, be here! Tears of innocence! inno-cence! How we clasp little grief-torn grief-torn hearts to our own! The tears of a mother, how remembered in after days. How many have been shed over us when we have never seen tham flow. Manly tears. We have seen strong men weep weep for sin, weep with regret. Let them flow: heaven loves ihem; they water the moral desert of this waste world. The weeping time will end. Out of this land of tears the mourners will go. But the victory will remain. The joy of the morn-ing morn-ing will abide. Tears have no atoning merit, yet they are blessed. Treasured in memory they shall live. Because of them our love has been deeper, our cup of joy has bean sweeter. Joyful tears! In heaven, no doubt, their memory I will shine more beautiful than all earthly bliss. Be ours only tears, j of pity, or ponitence, of love, not' of remorse and despair. 1 |