Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1839-08-08
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The following exquisite lines are from the N
York Knickerhocker. They are replete wit
the most beautiful philosophy. and breathe tn
very soul Of melody:
A PSALM OF LIFE.
t'Life that shall send
A challenge to its end,
And when it comes, say, Welcome friend
What the heart ofMe Young Nun sad t
the PsnimiSt.
Tell me not. in mournfnl numbers,
Life is but nh empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbcrs,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is renl--lifc is earnest
And the grave is not its goal:
Dus, thou art, to dns, reiurnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment and not sorrow,
Is our destin'd end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and time is fleeing,
And our hearts though stout and bravo
Still like muliled drums are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the worlds broad field Of battle,
In the bivonac Of Life,
Be not like dumb. driven cattle!
Be hero in the strife!
Trust no future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead
Ac'-act in the glorious Present!
Heart within, and God DER head!
Lives. of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, de parting leave behind us
Footsteps on the sands Of time.
Footsteps. that perhaps another,
Sailing DER lIe's solemn main,
A Gorlorn and shipwreckd brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Leius then be up and doing,
With heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
The following beautiful lines. in praise o
WOMAN. theme which has tasked The fines
intellectin ovcry age, are extracted from F;
Revolutionary Epic" by D'Istneli, the youn
ger, portion Of which has been published il
London.
WOMAN.
A goddess! hut goddess who descends
To make her human mate immortal with he
love!
Oh! fair in that bright hour when fortune smiles
And the fond world is kind and all is gay.
And she the gnyost. loudest Of the throng;
Playful and wild. volnpt,ous, delicate!
In the worlds sunny garden ofall ioyance;
A dazzling butterfly. an airy fawn!
A thing 10 be indulgcd. and lightly chased;
Caught, but not captured; ransomed with kiss
Her word her glance law. and her capric'
Reason complete; but fairer. fairer still,
When the dark clouds spread DER our shinin!
life,
In sickness and in sorrow and in TOLL
When by the suffering couch she sweetly tends
With step that yields 10 sound, and eye tina
claims no sleep.
Dpcming devotion duty. Bcauteous being!
Who shares our grief, and, sharing, soothes th
pang;
For ihen man feels mid all his misery.
Bliss sill remains with such nlinistrant
And labor. with no guerdon but her love,
Is not inglurions, but in that fell hour
Too oft the booming Of the child of song,
And those quick spirits whose creative brain.
Raise up the demon they cannot control
In that fell hour Of agony and hate.
When men are wolves and the wild earth
waste,
And our names execraton, and our forms.
Tie sport of blinded zoalo,s; then most fair!
Most beautiful! For, when all deserts us,
Art thou most faithful; and culumnlous tongue
But make thine own sweet lips more firm ant
fond!
miscellaneous.
NJ. Gaudin, of Paris, has lately submit
ted to the Academy of Sciences proces.
of converting rock salt into ducIle thread