THE DAWN OF A NEW AGE

Grey River Argus, 27 May 1914, Page 6

THE DAWN OF A NEW AGE

— — _^^BW (Contributed). If you stand on the seashore when the tide is flowing inwards, and if you watch the waves as they ripple up, one after another, each coming a Jitde further than its predecessor, each in turn breaking- and making way for its follower— i n the inflow-! ing- tide you have a picture of the, evolving races of mankind. And if you watch the method of the flow, you will notice that that which is, the most prominent at the moment is not the one which creeps furthest up the sands. The wave which is breaking into foam which is rippling over the pebbles, which 'throws up the broken water, which falls back on to the land' and makes music, sound, melody as it breaks — that is the wave • which is nearly over; it is the. wave whose course is run. But if you watch you will notice that while your attention was caught b,y the noise of the break ing wave, by the foam of the billow that was almost over, silently, imper ceptibly almost, visible only 10 the eye that watches, another wave is ris ing behind it, silently, without break without noise without attracting attention ; but the wave that is rising silently behind the breaker, that is the wave which will follow on the billow that has broken, and will' run further up the sands than the breaking wave had. gone. In that familiar pic rure, which every <child that has gone to< the seaside knows so well, is a figure of. the great tide of evolution v in ' which races are waves and the ocean humanity itself. And each great wave — the great wave that comes at intervals — is a race, and the smaller waves that come between are the sub-races which the race bears. Just as with the water, so with humanity; as one sub-wave is breaking, having reached its highest point, an other is rising silently behind it, which shall rule the world when the breaking wave has spent its force. Then, from time to time, to those who have eyes to see, on the crest ot the breaking wave appears «hej mighty angel that we call the Spirit] of the Age, and his feet are on th,e wave, and his locks mingle with the. rays of the sun, and he cries out 'ni a voice of thunder: Behold I make a new heaven and a mew earth it\ which righteousness shall dwell. In such a day, in such a time, wof the present age are living.