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1. The Book of Gold | 2. His Heavenly Monitor | 3. Ministers of Special Providence | 4. Elastic As the Light | 5. An Angel in the House | 6. Christ the Lord of Angels | 7. An Angel Leads | 8. With Watchful Care | 9. Angels Sympathize with Men | 10. "The Lord Hath Sent His Angels." | 11. Protect, Defend and Foster | 12. Peopling the Aerial Spaces | 13. "Ere I Lay me down to Sleep." | 14. Outward Help and Relief | 15. Personal Beings in Scripture | 16. Compassion over Us | 17. Invisible Friends | 18. Their Durance Immortal | 19. Allotments of Happiness | 20. Synonym of Perfection | 21. His Best Angel, Love | 22. Clad in Angelic Light | 23. Children of the Sun | 24. Word Spoken by Angels | 25. Ever-Blooming Youth | 26. Formed into Armies | 27. Celestial Hierarchy | 28. Angel-Worship | 29. Story of the Archangels | 30. "To You who are Troubled."
EVER-BLOOMING YOUTH.
September 25.
And my temptation which was in my flesh ye despised not, nor rejected ; but received
me as an angel of God.—Galatians 4:14.
THE angels of God, being in the possession of ever-vigorous,
ever-blooming youth, destined to survive and triumph over
time and labor, must carry with it a sense of personal importance
which, tempered and refined by perfect humility, cannot but be
elevated in a manner to which there is no parallel. Angels, then,
present us with an object of contemplation, resplendent with inherent
light, beauty, and greatness, with nothing to tarnish, nothing
to impair its luster, nothing to alloy the pleasure of the beholder
; a vivid landscape, formed of all the fine varieties of novelty
and greatness, without one misshapen, decayed, or lifeless
object to lessen its perfection ; a morning of the spring without
a cloud to overcast it ; a sun without a spot, shining only with the
various colors of unmingled light. —Dwight.
Come to me, angels ! The room of my spirit
Is garnished and swept for a season by prayer;
I have cast out just to win you anear it,
All the earth vanities brooding in there;
Come to me, angels!
Lift for a moment my curtain of care!
—Augustus C. Bristol.
Does he delight to hear bold seraphs tell
How Michael battled, and the dragon fell?
Or, mixed with milder cherubim, to glow
In hymns of love, not ill-essay 'd below?
—Thomas Tickell.
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