Gleanings from Old Shaker Journals

Gleanings from Old Shaker Journals

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Gleanings from Old Shaker Journals

Gleanings from Old Shaker Journals

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It has been my great privilege to be counted as a friend among the Shakers in the old township of Harvard, in Massachusetts, which crowns the uplands overlooking the broad valley of the Nashua.

A little band of loyal souls still keep the candle of their faith burning in their secluded village, far removed from the outside world, like a shrine hidden in a sanctuary of hilly woodlands.

Silence broods in the place and marks it for meditation. Each year one or two, long past the allotted age, fall quietly asleep in the Lord, and are placed gently and by loving hands among the brethren and sisters, lying in even rows in the old graveyard under the ancient pine trees. Eldresses Annie Walker, "Louysie" Green, and Ellen Green have joined them now, and sleep there side by side. Pansies and sweet alyssum and for-get- me-nots grow out of the sods that cover them. Their lives were pure like the flowers. May their rest be very sweet!

But among those who are left is one whose vital mind reaches to far horizons. With a clearness of vision unsullied by the desires of the world, she looks back into the Past and out into the Future with keen, intuitive perception.

Many a quiet hour I have passed with her in the sombre twilight of the old sitting-room, where the portraits of deceased Elders, Simon Atherton and Elijah Myrick . . .

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