The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 184?-1851, 1845-02-19
From The Philadelphia Saturday Courier.
BIRTH OF A CHILD.
BY EDWARD YOUNG.


A babe is born into the world. An heir
Is added 10 tn exhaustless heritage
OF Immortality. IT'S an event
Of every days, of every hours occurrence.
Co-mmon-uncared for-bringing JOY or though
To only one OF two poor human hearts
In the vide universe. Yeti is one
The hosts of heaven wonder and rejoice at.
Oh!there is food for thought in this. This babe
This naked, helpless being, to whose breath
A poor, weak, tim'rous cat might put a stop,
Is mightier than the huge leyiuthin;
Possesses that, the worth of which transcends
Ten thousand times the worth of the rich world
In which It's born. Look on this powerIess hand
How weak, how insignificant it's now!
Yet who can tell what mighty deeds't will do?
A few short years and it may shake the world
Grasped in this hand a %conquerer's sword may
flash;
Flash like a meteor DER the startled earth,
And nations tremble when tits lifted up;
Or it may strike in Freedoms holy cause,
Beat down oppression, and give Liberty
10 a down-trodden and enslaved people.
Stretched in the court, the senate, or the desk,
Give force tothe rich, burning eloquence
These lips may utter: or it may WELD the pen,
Minds silent but most mighty instrument,
And give birth to thoughts of high import,
That will astonish and instruct mankind.
How much Of misery may this hand relieve!
How much Of misery may this hand infict!
Alas that sin hath entered in the world,
And made a chance for such a dreadful fate:
But itmay urge tn assassin's murd'rous blade,
Or wrongfully despoilhis neighbours goods.
All that mankind have ever done, and more,
This little, senseless being yet may do.
Napoleon's, Shakespeare's, Ciccro's fame nay be
Transcribed and eclipsed by this weak babe;
For such as he is now, the wisest, best,
And greatest of the earth have some time been,
But, high or low, distinguished or obscure;
Whate'er his fate may be on this side heaven,
Many sharp arrows he must undergo;
Keen pains will riot through his quivering frame,
And mental agony, whose burning pang
Is ten times iercer than the pain of flesh,
VIII rack his spirit, and almost dry up
The very fountain springs of life.
Oh!itis passing wonderful, that men,
In worldly matters-keen, lar-sighted men,
Too wise to know how ignorant they are,
Go CROPPING specifically through the world,
And ask, foolishly ask for miracles.
What would they? Is not this a miracle?
This truth that every day brings to their sight?
1t is miraculous! This birthing of
A being, immortal in a mortal frame.
few short months ago, and it was not;
ORR if existing, passing human ken
To find its dwelling place. 4 But, in Gods wise
And wonderful economy, ii came;
Shapeless and s%oulless; but as day pass'd day,
And month succeeded month, it waxed and grew,
Took shape and substance of humanity,
And in times fulness came into the world,
Drew in the deep, mysterious breath of life,
And lisa living an immortal soul,
Never to die! co-equal with the angels! He
Shall sec the earth, like stubble, burning up;
The heavens shrivelas a scroll with heat,
And the material Universe sink back
Into eternal chaos, whence it came,
Nor leave a speck upon illimitable space.
Happy for him, if in the path of life,
He walk so firmly and unswervingly,
That he may look upon the great event,
mistaken, undismayed,
Hamburg, S. c.