The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1845-11-22
BIRDS, CLOUDS, IND FLOWERS

BIRDS, CLOUDS, IND FLOWERS
SEQ kow the morning brct2 IS spot
ing with the leaves Of the huch re',
and with The thick ha2sel bushes hcsId"
that fence! lis The breath OF 'hr ca'Ol'
and upbcars upon its bosom the dea'
little birds.
How brilliant their pIomagc! ho"
their eyes sparkle! how swcelIy do 'hcy
sing! To inhale The pure air of hcaycr
is lhei. greatest luxury. Here is lhiS
nest above Us red breasted robin Is
feeding her second brood Of little ores
there on that dccayed tree q wood
pecker is hammering away with ITS tNIck
billie and anon uuering a loud scream
rs if he wished TO make all The noise.
Within few feet a mocking bird Is
challerng loldiy, mocklng not only h''
companions, but ourseu too, as II be
thought US an old fool, Among the
clouds the lark is pouring out the music
Of her heart. All, al The birds are ou'
under The open sky enjoying their daily
holiday,
The clouds--are they not magnlhcen'
those morning clouds, floating so silent
ly in The calm ocean Of the sky! They
are forever changing, and every moment
become still more beautiful 1t would
seem as if God had traced them with his
own hand, that man might have a fault
conception Of the poetry of heaven. l
may be they are the vehicle, which an
gels employ when they rise TO hover
ovel our world; to weep for the wicked
ness Of man, or rejoice at tAe triumph OF
virtue. 1t is indeed charming super.
stition that would people The sky, and
the air and the clouds with beings brigh'
Ter than we have seen.' For ourselI
this world indeed be sorrowful world
were II not that we can at times 60 ou'
Of ourself, as il were in Imagination, and
hold sweet converse and have fellow
ship with such beings. If the sordld
and selfish amoug our fellows, laugh al
US because we love the clouds and the
feelings they inspire, we would ask
why is il that God has made them
Why do they meet our sight at morn
Ing, noon and evening? Give us a raa
sonable answer 10 this, ye worldly, and
then will we acknowledge that il is folly
10 love the workmanship Of God! We
love the clouds because they are the
shadows Of heavenly glories.
The llowers-are they not smiles o.
earth? But, if this be true, why is i
they are weeping when every thing a.
round isso bright and joyful' IT'S bu
the dew Of heaven, in which they have
been bathing all night long. Here a
our feet, little blue bell lies PROSTATE
upon the damp earth. Some lazy OK
has crushed il beneath his tread. We
cannot-no, we would not Danish The
thought; il reminds US of a much-oved
friend, aoho was The playmate and com
panion Of our boyhood. 1t reminds US
Of her, because.
"Her bloom was like the spinging flower
That sips the early dew,
The rose was budded in her cheek,
Just opening 10 view.
Bu, love had, like the canker.worm,
Consumed her early prime;
The rose grew pale and left her Geek,
She died before her time. '-MALLET.
There is a deeper philosophy in The Ian
guage Of flowers than generally supposed
lis foundation is based upon motive more
important than mere amusement. The ill'
Of every flower tha! ever bIOomed has pow.
er 10 bring instruction & peasurabIe feeling
10 The human heart. We love them, not be-
cause Of Iheir beauty alone, but because they
always remind us Of a kind and mercilu
Creator. We love them; because they are
the stars in The green armament Of earh.-
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