Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1840-09-03
80 o ct rD.s


.c following beautiful stanIas which We copy iro
Lyo,d,s Magazins, will bear frequent aud ihousl
erussl.
THE BOWER OF PEACE.
DELTA.
When Hopes Illusions all have. waned,
And silence broods above the dead
When sorrows clouds have gloomed, aud rain'
Full oit on mans devoted head
The time taught spirit lnNes 10 wehh
Back through the past its mnLy way
And see the early lark ascend
Up 10 the gates of day
yyh,t. earth. outspread To childhood's glance,
Glowsd lin. dream of bright romance
'Twas IN the depth Of dazzling May
When bland the mir, and blue The skhSi
When gro,es in blo-suIncd PRIDE were gay,
And How rcis ol innuInrrons uNe
t;enm,'d Enrih's green carpet, that strayed,
Ona snlubrious morning bright,
Out To the champaign, and surveyed
With ihrIllings al delight,
Landscapes around my path uniurled,
That made an Eden Of this world.
I listened 10 the blackbirl's sone,
That, from the covert oi green trees,
Came, like n hymn of heaven along,
Borne un the bloom onainored breeze,
I listened To the birds that trilltd,
Each IN its turn, some wiichihg ho,ei
With insect swarms the mir was hlltd,
Their winiry flcep iorg@i
Such was the summer feeling there,
GODS love seemed breathing every where.
The wa,er-lilies in the waves
Reared up their crowns all freshly green,
And, bursting firth A. from their graves,
aud UaltpuIlS were seen
The lambs were iriskirg IN the mendi
Beneath the white. .howor'd chestnut-troe,
The OK r.clined his sintel, hend,
And bent his placid Knee;
From brakes the Innets caroll'd loud
While laIks responded nom the clom'
stood upon high green hill.
On an oak stump mime elbow lald,
And, pondering, lent tn gaze my I'LL a
Of glade and glen, IN pomp nrray'd.
Beneath inp. an ~ dnsird mound,
A peaceful dwelling espied,
Girt with It's orchard branches round,
And bearing an It's side
Rich cherry trees, whose blossoms white
Half robb'd the windows of their light.
There dosed the mnstif on the green
Ills nght-watch finished aud, eht1,
The strntting Surkey cock was seen,
Arching his bn-lk iuil IA state.
There WAS MI mir of placid rest
Around the spot 81 hlthdly srrfhi
That sure the inmates must be blest,
Unto my soul sal !;
Sin, strife, or sorrow, cannot come,
To dcsolaie ~ sweet homo
Far from the hum of fcrowds remote,
From Iio's parade AMI idle show,
'rwanhl be an enyiable lot,
Lift's silent tcnor here TO know
To banish every thought Ofsin,
To gaze with pure aud blaneless eyes;
To nurse those holy thoughts within
Which iii us for the skies,
And To regcneratc hearts dispense
The TRANQUIL bliss Of innocence.
We make our sorrows Nature knows
Alone of happiness md peace;
,Jis cuili that grds Us with the ihroes,
Aud hydra -psngs that never cease
L. II not so, And yet we blame
Our lnte for iraiiies all our own,
Giving, with sighs, Misiurtune's name
To what Is fault alone
Plunge we in SINS black Hood, yet dream
To rise unsullicd from such stream
Vain thought far better, then, 10 shun
The turnioils Of the rash and vain,
Aud pray the Everlasting One
To Keep the heart from earthly stain,
Wnhln some sylvan home like this,
To hear the worlds far bilows roll
And tell, With deep contented bliss,
They cannot shake the soul,
Or dim the impress bright and grand,
stanp'i on IT by the Makers hand.
When reunj thYs bustlng world we look,
What treasures observation mere
Doth il not seem that man mst"ok
This passing scene of toll and Gaze
For nm eternity As u
This cuudland were his inhl home
And that he nocked the great belief
Of something yet Ia come
Rears he not sumpiuous palaces,
As n his faith were built III these.
To mower he SAWS" trust in thee :"
A. il terrestrial strength could turn;
To Pride" Behold must aud can ~
To Fame" Thou ART mine l'ilc-god
To Gold -" Thou nri my inli,man
And necromantic rod ~
Down Times far stream he darts his eye,
Nor dreams that ho shall ever die.
oh, fool, fool, fool and IL II thus
Thou fred'st at vanity the nanc
The great, the good, ARE swept from us,
Aud ouly live III deed ar name.
From out the ~, riads uf the past,
Two only have bsen spared by Denih
And deem'st thou that spell rHou hast
To dcprecntc his wrath
Or dost thou hope, III iftnzied pride,
By threats To turn MS scyihc aside
Where ARE the warrior-inen of old
Whcr, are the realms on which they trod
While conqursi's blood-red nag uarolfd,
Aud man proclnim'd himsslfa god
Wheru are the sases, and their snwE,
Whence wisdom shone with dazzling beams
The legislators, and their laws,
What nre they now but dreams
The prophets, do they still iorbode<--
ufGithers, where aro they with Cod
alypu hava
The DAYS when vigour arch'd eacNbrow;
Our fathers say The very boys,
Who, with ourselves, were such at school,
When, nectar-sweet, liie's cup Of joys
Felt almost over full,
Although one parish gave them blrth,
Their graves are scatterd DER the earth
Alas with care we SOW the wind,
To reap the whlrlwiud for our pains;
On The dark day of need 10 fnd
All proner'd ransom time dis'lains;
An that was once our idle boast,
Wcighd III the hslnnce, dust shall be,
Death kpocks s-lfail man gives mp the ghost
~ dies s--and where IL he
Vanished forever aud forgot,
The place that knew HIM knows him not
IIo wandcrer, ho .-eschew the wrong,
To reason turn, from error cease;
And hist the words sf W isdolps tongue,
, The still small tongue thnt whispers peace.
Withhold the heart iron, worldly strife
Do good-loNe mctcy-eNil hy;
And know ,hat from tins dream call'd life,
We wake but when we die -
Into tho eager to be pure
The path IL sieht--the aim is snre
For ne'er hath prodigaI come round,
subdued in heart, and craving grace,
What, 'er his faults, who hath not found
Forgiveness IN the Sayior's face;
Al contrits hearts lie will not scOfT-
Whoever knocks al entrance wins,
Then let MS at the cross, throw On
I. The burden our sins
And thpAgh their dye be black IN night,
HIS blood can make has made them white /!