The Ohio Democrat. [volume] (Canal Dover, Ohio) 1840-1900, 1842-03-03
my weary soulP

my weary SOult
Her speaking eye as she appealed to her
brother for his aid, told him more plainly than
those bdrnng words This life ls a continued
struggled
Watched youth as he passed through the
routine of school duties. saw him bear from
md host OF competitors, the medal which
told that In all that assemblage of youthful in
telIect, none might stand before hm. Did he
now relax those vigorous eff,ris which made
him what he was} No! He went forth INTO
the world, to tOIl for name which should
grace the annals Of his country. Severe and
and arduOus was his application; intense The
agony Of hope delered,' Bulhe reached his
mark Evea1Aerehe rested not, for learn,
that the soufSfman can Ill brook inaction.
The senator whose wise counsel was the bal
wark of the nation, the statesman whose noble
soul scorned lhe petty arfs Of cunnmg dema-
gosues, The orator who with mighty eloqnence
enchained wondering wOrld- labored with
all the intensity Ot his god like powers for his
cOuntry'S veal Man tolls unceasugy.'
Hooked life IN the pent up city, and there
| read tales Of human nature dalk Gs the storm
cloud from which speaks the laundering voice
of the Omnipotent; or fair as Lnnas silver
sheen upon the bosom of a chiysa lake.
saw man calling down the vengeance Of an
otisnded God upon his guilty head, as BY im+
pious deeds, and daring wiCkedness he work.
ed out his own destruction. And again was
embazoned in golden letters the story of The
good mans earthly pilgrimage. saw in the
world Of living beings the various characters
that chequer h(e's page. The miser, accumu,
lalIng day by day, the yellow dust which his
degraded soul worshipped, and turned with
sick heart from the loa,hSome wretch, and
wondered much at the vile perversion off
Creators image.
| saw one on whom Heaven had bestowed
| gifts until it seemed he was in higher grade
of being than the world about him. More
over wealth lay around him in The profusion
Of the sand upon the sea-shore. But he gave
not God the glory, and wasted life in uncease
ing struggles TO find happiness in things of time
In all these lessons read This life is spen.
in toll.
An autumnal eve' saw me wandering where
naugh met the eye but The perfect beauty of a
glorious world. The 'day>god' sunk upon his
couch, and the gorgeous drapery falling in
many graceful fold, enclosed his resting
place. fingered on an eminence crowned by
wildering shrubbery, and The wildwood tree
A few days since, and they were clothed witt
robes OF an emerald hue. But winters har
binger had siVered the turf beneath them, ant
though they reared their proud heads, anc
stretched forth their stately branches in high
disdain-lhe messenger breathed on them as
he passed. Yet they needed not 10 fear his
chilling breath, for he had but impaired 10 then
'enCod beauty, and now their rich coorinG
mocked the palette of the painter.
Above me was the glory of the heavens; a
bout me the glory Of the earth. lrevelled il
the delightful scene. drank in its lovenes
until seemed no longer dwelIer IN world
upon which was wrtten-''pasSing away
The spirit sought communion with its Creator
The soul panied for intercourse with the Go
who gave it. Holy aspirations arose from III
heart, and then, even when images ofmortaIit
seemed fading from my vision, and the gorie
Of another world about 10 burst upon my gaz
the pail Of darkness was folded about me
the night winds touched my burning brow vii,
their soothing influence; while in dirge.lik
music they Ohaunted 'On earth there isnO resi-
This life is continued struggle for sOmethin
yet unaitaaedG