Southern Argus. [volume] (Columbus, Miss.) 1834-1842, 1840-11-12
COLUMBUS, MISSISSIPPI NOVEMBER 12, 1910



From the Lutheran Observer.
fhe following beautiful and pathet-
&c efusion is from the pen of Luther.
an minister, who, we presume, gives
in it, to his own painful ex-
perlence. We knew him in early life,
and then his constitutional ardor and
philanthropy led him, as is too often
the case with men SO, constituted, to
repose undue confidence in the puta-
tive uprightness and integrity Of man.
He met the world on all occasions with
as sincere and affectionate heart as is
wont to beat in the most generous bo-
som, and impelled by ALLOWING feryor
and benevolence toward all, he too
frequently spoke and acted before his
better judgement had time to decide
tho calculating question Of interest and
caution. He lived to alleviate human
suffering, and YVES never happier than
when he was enabled to contribute
most largely to the Happiness ofothers.
The only reward he looked for, he
found in the consciousness of doing
good. "But," says he, 81 little ex-
pected or believed, that my very frank
ness would be abused, and my efec-
ton and ardor be employed as a means
ofinjury.''
"Alas, nay youthful heaven has been
invaded by the enemy, my highest as
pirations chilled, my faith in men al
most destroyed. You who are acquain-
ted with my past experience and my
prevailing disposition, can enter into
my feelings and appreciate this out
pouring of them"
30, GIVE NE BACK MY YOUTH
AGAIN"
o, give me back my days of youth,
Those days of pure and buoyant feeling;
When visions bright, like forms of truth,
Ger ev'ry hope came fondly stealing.
Olthose were days of wrapt emotion
How sweetly clings their mem'ry yet
| dream'd not, that their short duration,
/ should, alas so soon regret.
My path was strew'd with fragrant flowers,
And bright creations filed my way;
| could not think those joyous hours,
Were doomed to pass 50 soon away.
drank in Joy from every fountain,
And pleasure smiled in every rill;
Heared notes of peace from every mountain,
Responsive 10 the zephyr's thrill.
Tow'rd higher clirnes my soul was bounding,
bask'din beams of brighter spheres
And strains like lays of angels sounding,
I Aste9isa'das struck my Tavisf1'd ears
I glow'd with high and gen'rous feelings,
Igare to man an open heart
| | scorn'd each mode Of double dealing,
Each uifing, base, unmaply art.
| l SVIQpajillSbu WIFI every SOIIOW
For others griefs my tears would flow;
My joys would higher raptures borrow
! When Tcoltld heal aiother'S aooe.
| fondly hoped that every bosom,
Would beat responsive 10 my ol0n;
And never thought twas all illusion,
Whose brightness would so soon be gone.
But soon, alas those rapt'rous visions,
With youthful, tow'ring fancy form'd,
Were found too pure for earth's collisions,
For earth-where rugged passions stormd.
! Repa7s'd aeas every kind emotion,
And child by coldness, iitrest, doubt;
The ,oor4 abused each tender motion,
Each sacrifice affection brought.
My fondest, dearest hopes Departed
My seraph dream for ever gone
I'D LIv'D FOR RAN-now broken-hearted,
Iwept to find myself ALONE!
How great my loss Ian earthly heav'n,
A heav'n which could ne'er regain;
/ cried-from my pure Eden driv'n,
40, give the back my youth again.
] had my wish !--whate'er I'd lost
: What from the earth I'd hoped in vain
/ What agony. what tears it cost
I found it all IN Con again.
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