Litchfield enquirer., 1843-12-21
LIVE NOT 10, YOURSELF.
nv REV. JOHN roDD.

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On the ftail little stem in the garden. hangs the
opening rose Go ask why il hangs there a.
hang here" says the beautiful flower, to sweeten
the air which man breathes, to open my beauties
to kindle emotion in his eye, to show him the hand
Of his God, who penciled each leaf and laid them
thus on my bosom. And whether you find me
here to greet him every morning, o. whether you
possibility that he. will throw me one passing
glance, my end j. the same. I live not to ny-
SELF" !, NJ - fs,.s.i. q III /
Beside yon highway stands an aged tree solita-
~ and alone. You see no living thing near il,
and you say, surely that must stand for Itself alone
" No." Gays the tree, God never made me for q
purpose 80 small. For more than hundred years
| have stood here. In summer have spread out
my arms and sheltered the painting Hocks which
hastened to my shade. , In my bosom have con.
cealed and protected the brood Of young birds, as
they lay and rocked in their nests; in the storm
have more than once received in nay body the light
ning's bolt, which had alsodestroyed the traveller
the acorns which I have matnred from year to
year, have been carried far and near, and, groves
Of forest oaks can claim me a. their parent have
lived for the eagle which has perched on my top !;
for the humming bird that has paused and refresh
ed its giddy wing, ere it danced away again like o
blossom Of the air; for the insect that has found
home within the folds Of my bari, and when
can stand no longer, shall fall by the hand Of man.
and shall 20 to strengthen the ship which makes
him lord Of the ocean, and to his dwelling to warm
his hearth and cheer his home I live not 70 my
self" 4 80 ...s.I+s
On wonder mountain side comes down the silver
brook. in the distance resembling the ribbon Of sill
yer, running and leaping il dashes joyously and
fearlessly down. Go ask the ieaper what u Is do
ing. III was born" says the brook, "high up the
mountain; bat there could do no good; and 30
am hurTying down, runhing where can, and leap
ing where Imlst, bat fastening down 70 water the
sweet valley, the thirsty cattle may drink,
where the lark may cling on my margin. who're
may drive the mill for tho accommodation Of man.
and then widen into the great river, and bear up
his steamboats, and shipping, and finally plunge in
come back in the cloud to my own native noun
tain, and live my short lifeover again. Not drop
Of water comes down my channel, in whose bright
face you may not read. "None q us Iiseth to him
Speak now TO that solitary star that hangs in the
far verge Of heaven. and ask the bright sparkier
what ifis doing therel It's voice comes down the
path Of light and cFies-aI am mighty world
was stationed here at the creation. I wns among
the morning stars that sang together. and among
the sons of God that shouted fof Joy at the erea.
tisn q the earth. Aye, was there 81 3
Is When the radiant IaoEn Of creation broke,
And the word in the smile of God swohe. ~
And the empty realms If darkness and death
We're moved through fhsir depths By his mighty
breath, \ Ass 4%s stssi s#ag5F
And the osbs Of beauty and spheres of fame, 80
From the void abyass By myFinas ealnes
IN tbs Joy 81 youth a. they darted away
Through the widening wastss q space 10 play ~
Thglr silver voices IN chorus Fungs f~se 1
And this was the aoag ths bright ens'e sung
Here, among the morning STARS, hold my place.
and help % k1ep other worlds balnn1e1 eid II their
places. have ocosns, end m1unl4lna, end ! gup.
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