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Show Daydawn In the Country. I do not think that ft Is ever real morning morn-ing except in tbe country. In tbe city, in tbe early part of the day, there is a mixed color that climbs down over tbe roofs op pout to and through the smoke of tbe ohim ney, that makes people think it is time to get up nnd corab their hair. But we have real morning in the country. Morning! "descending from God out of Heaven like a bride adorned for her husband." A few moments ngo I looked out, and the ariny of night ibadovrs were striking their tents. A red light on the horizon tbat doe not make me think as It did Alexftn-dor Alexftn-dor Smith, of "the barren beach of bell," but more like unto tbe lire kindled on tbe ahorc by Him whom tbe Disciples saw at daybreak stirring tbe blaze ou tbe beach of (JencsareXu. Just now tbe dew woke up tn the hammock ham-mock of the tree branches and the light kissed It. Yonder, leaning agaiuBt the sky, two great uprights of flame, crossed by many rundlea of tire! Some Jacob must have been dreaming. Through those burnished gate a flaming chariot rolls. Some Elijah mustbeasceuding. Morning! 1 wish I bad a rouniug hell to wake the whole world up to see iL Every leaf a psalm. Every flower a censer. Every bird a chorister. Every light, beauty. Every sound, music. Trees transfigured. The skies in conflagration. Thenir as if sweeping sweep-ing down from the hanging gardens of heaven. The foam of celestial seas plashed ou tha white tops of tbe spirma. The honeysuckle on one side of tbe porch chnl-leiies chnl-leiies the sweetbrier on tbe other. Tbe odors of heliotrope overflow the urns and flood tbe garden. Syrtngas, with bridal blossoms In their hair, and roses bleeding with a very carnage of color. Oh, the glories of day dawn In the coun tryl My pen trembles and my eye moisten. Unlike the flaming sword tbat drove out the flrst pair from Eden, these fiery splendors splen-dors seem like swords unsheathed by angel bands to drive us in. Dr. Talmage in Ladle' Home Journal. |