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One day, hand in hand with fell despair,
I stood upon a bleak and lonely shore,
And listened to the harsh, discordant voices
Os myriad gulls that circled overhead
And mocked we with their cries.
An angry cloud o ’erlapped the friendly sun
’Till not one beam could reach and bless my
tired eyes.
Back o’er the land I gazed and out upon the
sea —
No loving face along the path whence I had
come —
No guiding hand to point me to my goal.
Then something broke the bonds of my despair,
Aly ears were opened, and from out the vast in
finitude
Bryan Cheered by the Students of Mercer
A dramatic incident occurred at the close of
the democratic jubilee Wednesday. Senator
Hoke Smith had closed his speech with the
words, “I bid you good night,” and the crowd
was filing out of the auditorium when M illiam
D. Upshaw, editor of The Golden Age, who had
been waving his crutches in every demonstra
tion, advanced to the front of the stage and
shouted: “Stop a minute —be still! Hold on,
you Mercer boys —everybody! In a surpris
ingly short time the throng was comparatively
quiet and the “Georgia Cyclone shouted
again: “Fellow Democrats —In this high and
ardent hour of celebration over the victory of
our stalwart new chieftain, Woodrow M ilson, I
want to propose that our gallant Mercerians
give one yell for one great but forgotten name
this night, the name of that great commoner,
the Gladstone of America, William J. Bryan,
A Parisian Blending of Art and Love
We are heartily glad to give place in The
Golden Age to the following communication
from the gifted and consecrated Frenchman,
Paul Vincente, who is doing notable work for
Evangelical Chritainity in Paris.
This great French leader has promised to tell
The Golden Age about his work in “Gay
Paree” and we are sure it will be greatly en
joyed by our readers. The Editor of this pa
per remembers with genuine pleasure Mr. Vin
cente as a prominent visitor at the Baptist
World Alliance in Philadelphia. His letter,
which follows, reveals an inspiring blending of
French art and Gallic love and we hope some
of our readers who love the former will match
the latter by serving their homes and that strug
gling little French Church at the same time.
Pastor Paul Vincente says:
Editor The Golden Age:
The painter, Victor Bourgeois, a pupil of Luc
Olivier Merson, a laureate of the French In
stitute, with a fellowship of the Office of Fine
Arts, “medaille hors-concours” at the “Salon
des Artistes Francais,” a converted Roman
Catholic, has given to the Baptist Church at
Colombes (near Paris, France), as a token of
gratitude to God, twenty-one of his works
(pastels), which are to be sold in order to clear
the debt which is still upon the building. This
Baptist Church, the only Protestant house of
worship for a city of 23,000 inhabitants, has
been built without the help of any foreign
committee, is very happily located, and is
gradually becoming too small on account of the
growing success of the Gospel message in the
vicinity.
Here are some of the landscapes represented
“I WILL GUIDE THEE”
By VISTA C. BLACK.
I heard the ringing echo of that voice
■Which first spake unto the souls of listening
men
More than nineteen hundred years ago,—
“Whoso shall walk a thorny way
Does not tread unbroken ground —
Aly pierced feet have felt each thorn,
My bleeding feet have marked each step.
What though the sun should hide his face
And darkest night encompass thee —
Was ever night on earth more dark
Than when, in Gethsemane, I prayed alone?
However keen thy sorrow is,
However rough thy earthly path,
Through stress and storm, remember this, —
For thee the Lord hath marked the way.”
whose masterful leadership stood in the breach
at the critical moment and guaranteed the nom
ination of Woodrow Wilson. I don’t think this
jubilee ought to close until the Mercer boys
give nine rahs for that stainless statesman,
William J. Bryan.”
The nine rahs were given for Mr. Bryan with
a will, and many were heard to declare: “Good!
Hurrah for Bryan!”
In speaking afterward of the Bryan yell, the
editor of The Golden Age said:
“Os course, everybody was thinking of only
one thing—Woodrow Wilson and victory—but
my democratic soul was stirred within me to
think that I had not heard the name of William
J. Bryan mentioned in a great harmony rally.
If the famous commoner could have accepted
the invitation to be present, of course, he would
have received an ovation, but as he was not
in Mr. Bourgeois’ collection of paintings:
Switzerland, Changing weather on Lake Gen
eva; the Old Thoune Moon-rising near Vevey.
France, The River Somme at Amiens, Nice
harbor in the twilight, the Cimiez Abbey, near
Nice.
Price of the total collection (21 pieces), two
thousand dollars. The smallest of these paint
ings is worth one hundred dollars.
Please write to Pastor Reynaud, 10 Rue
Bellenot, Colombes, Seine, France.
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CHEERFULNESS.
When a man looks and acts as if his religion
did not agree with him, it not only does him
no good, but acts as a deterrent to others from
investing in the same thing. In the spiritual
realm, as in the material, one needs to be a
walking advertisement of the good qualities
of the article which he represents.
“Delight thyself in the Lord, and He shall
give thee thy heart’s desire.”
In obeying this command we comply with
the condition which brings the fulfillment of
the promise in connection with it.
The Bible speaks of “the beauty of holi
ness.” With equal fitness the beauty of good
cheer can be commended, —a bright, sunshiny
disposition, which does not mis-use the time
complaining, but meets the world with a smile,
or at least with kindly feeling for all; remem
bering that God is at the helm, and that there
can be no shipwrecked life to the one who re
lies on Him.
The Psalmist must have had this in mind
when he exclaimed, “I will bless the Lord at
all times,”
The Golden Age for November 28, 1912.
there it didn’t seem quite right to me for us
to celebrate a victory to which he contributed
so much, without mentioning his name. But
it was a wonderful celebration —the speches
were superb and I rejoice most of all as the
friend of American youth, that the two fore
most statesmen in America today, Woodrow
Wilson and William J. Bryan, are spotless
Christian men.” —Macon News.
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ASLEEP WITH THE FLOWERS.
In Memory of Mrs. C. W. Johnson.
“In the time of Roses,
Weary heart rejoice,
Ere the summer closes,
• Comes the longed for voice.
Let not death appall thee,
For beyond the tomb,
God Himself shall call thee,
When the Roses bloom.”
God’s finger touched her and she went to
sleep. Like the flowers that in the summer
were so beautiful and now have gone to sleep
to wake again in the spring time; she has gone
to sleep to wake again in Heaven. And was
it not indeed fitting that God should put her
to sleep with the flowers?
Tonight there is a vacant chair in the home,
an ache in many hearts; but, we who loved her
would not wish her back, all her suffering (and
she had suffered much), is past. God loved her
too well to see her suffer longer.
We can not keep back the hot tears some
times when we grow so hungry for the sight
of her face and the sound of her voice, but we
can in our sorrow thank God for the privilege
of knowing and loving her, and the hope of
seeing her again in “that house not made with
hands, eternal and in the heavens.” Look up,
loved ones, your loss is her eternal gain. “She
has gone to dwell in the house of the Lord
forever.” There she is watching and waiting
for you!
VIRGINIA HARGROVE.
Marshallville, Ga.
Cheerfulness is inspiring, and causes enjoy
ment of the good along the path, instead of
repining because of occasional rough places.
The great prophet Isaiah spoke of the “oil
of gladness.” It is a good comparison, for,
when applied to the frictional parts of life, its
lubricating quality takes away the squeak,
and makes all run smoothly.
Then give praise and thanks to Him who
does all for you, “and forget not all His bene
fists.” H. S. JENISON.
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