It is dismal to get old, without the rejuvenating influence of religion. When we step on the down grade of life, and see that it dips in the verge of the cold river, we want to behold some one near who will help us across. When the sight loses its power, we need that faith that can illumine.
When we feel the failure of the ear, we need the dear tones of the divine voice. When the axe-men of death hew down whole forests of strength and beauty around us, and we are left in solitude, we need the dove to sing in our branches.—TALMAGE.