The White Ribbon. For God and Home and Humanity WELLINGTON, NOV. 18, 1918. PEACE.

White Ribbon, Volume 24, Issue 281, 18 November 1918, Page 9

The White Ribbon. For God and Home and Humanity WELLINGTON, NOV. 18, 1918. PEACE.

“Praise God from whom .ill blessings flow." “For mine eyes have seen the salvation of our God." After four years of mortal conflict, Peace. With hushed voice and bated breath we waited for Hie news; scarcely did we dare to hope that the long agony was over. Hushed the sound of the mighty cannon swept from the ocean the deadly submarine, gone the heavy burden of anxiety, the trembling waiting for the fateful telegram with its awful new;. Finished the years of heroi< sacr’fice, of seasons of confidence and trust alternating with periods of depression and dread. Our souls go forth in glorious thanksgiving to the Eternal Father, who “maketh the wrath of man to praise Him, and the remainder of wrath He restrained."

First we think of our hallowed dead, and pay our t»ihute to thmr heroic self-sacrifice. At the call of duty, they forgot self, and went to the rescue of others. Short and sharp was their conflict. They have passed from the church militant below and have joined the church triumphant above. They mingle with the great multitude around the throne, and have heard the welcoming voice of introduction, "The.-e are they which came out of great tribulation.” Next we send a thought of sympathy to and a prayer for help for the brave women whose dear ones will return to them no more. They sent them forth with a smile and a blessing; they wrote them words of cheer; they watched patiently for news, and they bore bravely the terrible tidings. Fife for them will never be the same again, because of those "who are not." Oh, aching, lonely hearts! look away from the gloom and darkness of the tomb to the glorious heights where your loved ones dwell in the city of which the "Lamb is the light thereof." Their life of service was short, ours may be long; they fought the foe without our walls, wc wage warfare with the deadlier forces of evil within. Both they with us will rejoice in a glorious victory over the forces of the devil. “Measure thy life b) loss instead of gain, Not by the wine drunk, but the wine poured forth, For love’s strength standeth in love’s sacrifice; And whose suffers most has most to give." “It were not hard to suffer by His hand, If thou could’st see His face; hut in the dark ! That is the one last trial: be it so. Christ was forsaken, so must thou be too; How could’st thou suffer but in seaming else? Thou wilt not >ee the face nor feci the hand, Only the cruel 1 rushing of the feet, When through the b.tter night the Lord comes down To tread the winepress,— not by sight, but faith. Endure, endure, —be faithful to the end!