When Charlemagne died, he was buried at Aix la Chapelle, "keeping royal state and semblance still." The purple robe was around him, the crown glittered on his pallid brow. The sword of state lay near him, and the scepter rested in his hand. Seated on a chair of state, with all these insignia of royalty upon him and around him, he was left in the chamber of death. A century afterward, that silent chamber was opened by the barbarian Otho. And now the purple robe was dust and ashes. The crown was a faded spangle, the sword of state corroded metal, and all that remained of Charles the Great, a ghastly skeleton.
(1227)
Glory in Duty—See Duty More Than Glory.
GLORY IN IDEALS
It is glory enough to have shouted the name
Of the living God in the teeth of an army of foes;
To have thrown all prudence and forethought away
And for once to have followed the call of the soul
Out into the danger of darkness, of ruin and death.
To have counseled with right, not success, for once,
Is glory enough for one day.
It is glory enough for one day
To have dreamed the bright dream of the reign of right;
To have fastened your faith like a flag to that immaterial staff
And have marched away, forgetting your base of supplies.
And while the worldly-wise see nothing but shame and ignoble retreat,
And tho far ahead the heart may faint and the flesh prove weak—
To have dreamed that bold dream is glory enough,
Is glory enough for one day.
—William Herbert Carruth, The American Magazine.
(1228)
GLORY OF CHRIST
Emery Pottle is the author of this sentiment appropriate to Advent season:
Strange, we so toil to fashion for our unseen ends
The splendors that the tarnish of this world doth mar—
Such palaces that crumble to a ruined age,
Such garbled memories upon Fame's fragile page—
When all the lasting glory of our life depends
Upon a little Child, a stable, and a star. (Text.)
(1229)
GLORY OF NATURE
A teacher in Alaska went out one day
with one of her pupils to do some sketching.
The little girl she took with her was
about ten years of age and quite skilful
with her brush. When the day was nearly
over the teacher looked at the sky where
the sun was setting. "Try to make a picture
of that sunset," said the teacher to the
pupil. The little girl looked at the beautiful
sight in the heavens and then turned to her
teacher and said, "I can't draw glory." It
was a bright answer made by that little
Alaska girl. It is God who has painted the
sunset sky, and there is no human skill that
can draw the glory which He has created.—W.
M. Vines.
(1230)
GOD
God! Thou art Love! I build my faith on that!
I know Thee, Thou hast kept my path and made
Light for me in the darkness—tempering sorrow,
So that it reached me like a solemn joy;
It were too strange that I should doubt Thy love.—Browning.
(1231)
God, A Coworker with—See Children's Religious Ideas.
God a Protector—See Faith, A Child's.
"God and We"—See Gratitude.
God Cares—See Extremity, God in.
"God Claims Me"—See Claim, God's.
GOD FIRST
Here is a lesson on pronouns in Christian grammar according to the Bishop of Cambridge:
We have learned to say, "First person, I;
second, thou; third, he." But to put it right,
we must turn it upside down: "First per-
