Quick Excerpt #6
August 30, 1903
...My hope is that in the evening of life, the sun shedding his farewell rays as we plod our way up the rugged slope of the hill of life, with shoulders bowed down with the weight of rolling years, hair frosted by many winters, eyes grown dim caused by the scalding tears of disappointment, gaining the summit, we look adown the long vista of years we may see a life strewn with debris of mistakes caused by carelessness, indifference, and environments. But if we have lived in the belief that humanity is the grandest religion of all, and sown seeds of cheer and kindness as we went our way, these seeds will spring into snow-white lilies of human gratitude and the sweet fragrance will be wafted to us by eternity's breeze. And standing there between the conflux of two eternities, we will again ask the momentous question for which the ages have given no answer: "If a man die, shall he live again?" and it is echoed and re-echoed from the barren peaks of time. The hope will still buoy up; that beyond the silent veil lies an eternity where there will be a reuniting of friends, a clasping of hands, and a home for all humanity.
Yours for Freethought,
WARREN WOLF
Ryan, Indian Territory
...My hope is that in the evening of life, the sun shedding his farewell rays as we plod our way up the rugged slope of the hill of life, with shoulders bowed down with the weight of rolling years, hair frosted by many winters, eyes grown dim caused by the scalding tears of disappointment, gaining the summit, we look adown the long vista of years we may see a life strewn with debris of mistakes caused by carelessness, indifference, and environments. But if we have lived in the belief that humanity is the grandest religion of all, and sown seeds of cheer and kindness as we went our way, these seeds will spring into snow-white lilies of human gratitude and the sweet fragrance will be wafted to us by eternity's breeze. And standing there between the conflux of two eternities, we will again ask the momentous question for which the ages have given no answer: "If a man die, shall he live again?" and it is echoed and re-echoed from the barren peaks of time. The hope will still buoy up; that beyond the silent veil lies an eternity where there will be a reuniting of friends, a clasping of hands, and a home for all humanity.
Yours for Freethought,
WARREN WOLF
Ryan, Indian Territory
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