The Crown of Thorns: A Token for the Sorrowing — John Shaqi
The Crown of Thorns: A Token for the SorrowingChapin, E. H. (Edwin Hubbell)
Religion
The Crown of Thorns: A Token for the Sorrowing
Chapin, E. H. (Edwin Hubbell)
Consolation
It is well, then, to break in upon this worldly reliance,--to consider
how fleeting and uncertain are the things in which we garner up so much.
Therefore, in order that we may more vividly realize the brevity of
life,--how like it is to a passing tale,--let us consider the rapidity
of its changes, even in a few short years. We are, to some degree, made
aware how fast the current of time bears us on, when we pause and remark
the shores; when we observe how our position to-day has shifted from
what it was yesterday; how the sunny slopes of youth have been changed
for the teeming uplands of maturity; yea, perhaps, how already the
stream is narrowing, and rushing more swiftly as it narrows, towards
those high hills that bound our present vision, upon whose summits
lingers the departing light, and around whose base thickens the solemn
shadow.
This rapidity of change is most strikingly illustrated when, after a few
years' absence, we return to the scenes of our youth. We plunged into
the current of the world, buoyant and vigorous; our thoughts have been
occupied every hour, and we have not noticed the stealthy shadow of
time. But we come back to that early spot, and look around. Lo! The
companions of our youth have grown into dignified men,--the active and
influential citizens of the place. Care has set
"Busy wrinkles round their eyes."
They meet us with formal deportment, or with an ill-concealed
restlessness, as though we hindered them in their work,--work! Which,
when we parted with them, would have been flung to the winds for any
idle sport. How quickly they have changed into this gravity and anxiety!
On the other hand, those who stood where they stand now,--whose names
occupied the signs and the records which theirs now fill,--have passed
away, or, here and there, come tottering along, bent and gray-headed
men. Those, too, who were mere infants-those whom we never saw-take up
our old stations, and inspire them with the gladness of childhood. And
exactly thus have we changed to others. We are a mirror to them and they
to us.
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