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Show REV. ROBERT H. HARPER CHANGELESS MAY AS the writer looks back, he re- alizes he has given much time to non-essentials. What has it profited him to hear and read many things that claimed a passing pass-ing Interest? "Poor old voice of eighty, crying cry-ing after voices that have fled," may not be literally true of your experience and mine, as we look back, but the nostalgia of the poet may color our own thoughts as we look at the pictures that hang on memory's walL The deep whistle of the great locomotive as it rushes rush-es through the night Is heard no more, but the tooting of the diesel does not seem to charm us like the mogul of our childhood. But diesel or mogul, who can fancy fan-cy the railroads disappearing from the American scene? As we think of all the changes that have come, and that we fear will come, we may ask, "after all the stormy changes shall we find a changeless May?" The month of May has come again, with all its wealth of balm and flowers. The water that has gone over the mill has mingled with the sea and the air, and the old mill Is silent and alone. It has served its use. Let us now enjoy the latest May and labor to make It the best May we have known. i . |